Crazy Cat Lady

I've recently lost the desire to go out with my friends. For some reason, I just don't feel like being out in the OC social scene (or Chino, for that matter). Staying home, snuggling up to my TIVO, being ugly, laying around in my pajamas and doing nothing is what is most attractive to me these days. I don't know why, I just get like this sometimes.

Now it could be that I'm getting old. Turning 26 is pretty old to some folks. But for the most part I think it's just that I've got a lot on my plate right now and don't feel like being seen and socializing very much. It could also be that I'm dealing with a few things right now, including the fact that the "C" word popped back in my life for a sixteenth of a second, which was just long enough to set me back six months. (A tale for a future blog. And for those who don't know what I'm talking about, I'll give you a hint. It's 5'9" and plays professional lacrosse.)

The point is, if I have shot you down for going someplace or haven't returned your phone call, please don't take it personally. If my Series 7 is over and I'm not back in a barstool sipping vodka in a halter top, then I'll call in reinforcements. But until then, sit tight. It won't be long til I'm out causing trouble again.

Playing around with my TIVO yesterday, I came across a show that really makes me wish I knew Spanish. The name of the show was (I think) Jose Luis - (something) Sin Control. (I don't know if "sin control" means something different in Spanish or what). It was the Mexican equivalent of Jerry Springer, only in my opinion, better. Here's why....

The people on stage fight with not only themselves, but people in the audience, too!!! Then while they're rolling around on the floor, everyone shouts, "Burro! Burro! Burro!" Then at the end of the show some stripper chick comes out and dances her pixilated parts through the end credits. Ha!

So all you Spanish speakers should catch this puppy on Channel 64 at 5:30pm weekdays. It's a good laugh.

Just bought me some TIVO yesterday. I've been lusting after this baby for a long time, long before anyone had even heard of it. I had to do a presentation in my Management for Broadcast and Film class on "new technology" a few years back, and this newly developing piece of brillance was my subject. Oh how I dreamt of a tapeless recorder that would search out my favorite stars and record their every appearance. A device that would let me pause LIVE television!!! Impossible!! Others had it and bragged about it. I wanted it, but couldn't afford it. UNTIL NOW!
After mail-in rebate this puppy will have only cost me $99.99. Yahoooooo! Who cares if I don't have dental insurance. I have TIVO!!!!

Ping-pong is an Olympic sport.

Tracy (my boss) and I talk sex and girltalk on a regular basis.

My cat has a boyfriend, and I do not.

Stock options involve the terms, "spread" and "straddle."

I'm thinking of integrating the word "turkey" into my vocabulary more.

The country of Papua New Guinea speaks a third of all the languages in the world (according to Matt Lauer and Katie Couric).

The catmint plant we have planted in our backyard creates a very pretty lavendar flower.

I'm going to walk to raise money for the Alzheimer's Association in October.

I came across the phrase "large and in charge" today.

If I could up and move anywhere (realistically) right now, it would be Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.

My third cousin, Kurt, is the quietest baby I've ever met in my life.

I was coming home from France a year ago today.



That's all for now.

I had a pretty busy week last week. I was in a prep class for that Series 7 test and it was kinda like a 6 day crash course in everything you never wanted to know about investments, economics, laws, regulations, money, blah, blah blah. Even though my brain felt like baby food all week, it could have been way worse, but I had a really awesome teacher who makes the most mundane material at least seem mildly interesting. Plus she educated us about the only bee that makes milk. The boobee. But anyway....

So all this week I had to drive to Costa Mesa. And of course since the class was 7:30-5:30 I hit mad traffic both ways. And well, since driving in traffic is one of my least favorite pasttimes, I decided to take the toll road in the mornings. My week was going to be stressful enough, so I decided that it was worth it to eat 20 bucks in order to give me a little sanity on the road. And it was definitely worth the 20 bucks, not only for the time it saved me behind the wheel and the picturesque views of the OC, but also for those lovely tollbooth ladies who greeted me so warmly every morning. They were always so friendly and just made my trips out there all the better. So snaps to you, tollbooth ladies. Bud Light should make you, real (wo)men of genius.

Last night Michelle and I were in Glendale to see a taping of Last Comic Standing. It was cool, we liked it. Yada yada.

Well after the show we stopped to get gas, and there was this guy trying to push his van into the gas station but it was too heavy to do alone. I'm looking around to see if any of the "big, strong males" at the local Mobil were gonna help the dude out, but nobody is coming to this buddy's rescue. Well, Michelle was inside paying, so I hopped out and ran over to help the guy. Keep in mind I'm dressed up and in pumps, and not that I don't want to help the guy, but I'm thinking, this display of me struggling like mad trying to push this big ass van and slipping in my shoes will surely bring out one of the many men, pumping gas at this station. But no, not a one. This guy standing at his "i'm compensating for my manly inadequecies (sp?)" Hummer is just staring at the two of us trying to move this thing an inch. Well, the van was so big that it would just move a little then roll back. So we gave up, then Michelle comes out and helps us, and she's in an even nicer outfit with even more excruciatingly painful shoes. We push a bit and then finally another guy comes out and joins the fight and we finally get this thing to where it will reach a pump. All while people are just standing there at their cars, watching the spectacle.

And so I was telling Rebekah, my neighbor here at work this morning and she said a similar thing happened to her sister. I guess her car died at a signal, and her boyfriend gets out to push it off to the side of the road, and people are honking at him because he's holding up traffic.

Have we lost our compassion for those in need? Is it that hard to take a few minutes out of your day to help another human being out, or at least be considerate enough not to stare or honk? I'm sure I'm guilty myself of not always extending a helping hand where needed, but one thing I know I'm not guilty of is gawking at the poor bastard as he tries to free himself from his temporary nightmare. People can be such douchebags sometimes.