He Could Make a Living Selling Cars, Maybe She Could Work There

A few bits of randomness from the past two days: Yesterday I took a phone call from Donald Trump's assistant. Apparently the Trumpmeister was waiting to speak to my boss, only when the assistant called, I answered the phone like I normally would and said my name. When she replied, she repeated my name and said what seemed to be a million miles a minute "Mr. Trump is holding for...." But what caught me is that she said my name back to me in a very friendly tone, so my mind got stuck on trying to figure out who this was, and I didn't pay attention to who she said was holding. When I asked her to repeat the name, she paused a moment and said "... Donald... Trump..." Good thing I can laugh at myself. And I did. Last night I was trying to decide what to make for dinner and decided Rice a Roni Spanish Rice sounded perfect. Got out the pan, put the butter in, poured out the rice, stirred it a second.... and there were worms. Worms in my rice. At least three of them. Needless to say, I didn't have rice last night. This morning I looked out my back window and noticed a HUGE spray of water shooting up into the air. Upon further inspection, I realized that it was a sprinkler that had gone awry and was shooting water at least 20 feet into the air. I never knew sprinklers could do that. Today I took a call from the Governor of Kansas, again for my boss. I was expecting the Governor to call, and knew the Governor's name and what time they were scheduled to call at. Why is it that I assumed the Governor would be male? When she stated her name, I asked her to repeat it just to be sure who she was. At that moment I felt as if I wasn't doing my part to support women's rights. Shame on me. Now, I do realize that 2 out of 4 of these instances involve me and misunderstanding the person on the phone. In my defense, her voice was very quiet, and she does have a complicated last name. Trump and the Governor aside, I am actually very good on the phones, and am a stellar assistant. Ask anyone. I dare you.

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

I'm a day late on my review, but better late than never: I loved it. That's really all that has to be said, isn't it? I had been so excited to see this movie and was not disappointed at all. I could go on and on about the pairing of Jonny Depp and Tim Burton and the promise that it will definitely be at least an interesting film. And how I read all about the movie beforehand and was not expecting it to be anything like the original, except for the major stuff. I could say all this stuff. But I won't. I will however mention a few things that bugged me. Charlie's family and the Factory were located in England. I don't believe this was ever stated, however because of the accents of the family and the people in the town, I understood it to be true. Also, when Charlie found the money on the ground he used to buy his last chocolate bar, it wasn't American money. However when Charlie found the Golden Ticket, two people, a man and a woman each offered him to buy it off of him--in dollars. Now, coincidentally, neither of these people had English accents. What the heck is he going to use dollars for???? He could go trade them in for Euros or whatever he felt like... but why would they offer him dollars?? This irritated me. Also, little Veruca Salt had an english accent like in the original. However, when she said the word "squirrel", it didn't sound English, American, Danish, German, or Swahilan... no idea what it sounded like but it also irritated me. Ending on a good note, my favorite line from the movie had to be "Well, I couldn't very well watch the show from up there, little girl." Cracked me up.

Maybe You're Just Too Demanding

Let's try this again. I've been seriously neglecting my blogging duties. Mostly because sleep has taken priority over typing these days. Also because I don't think I have many (if any) people reading this, so sometimes it seems like a lot of work for just me to enjoy. As usual, a brief rundown on my life: I've made a decision to put more effort into my work lately. This is also an explanation of why the blogging has been less than stellar. The time I would usually spend writing away has now become full with actual work to do. It's a combination of them giving me more to do and me considering actually staying put for a while. More to report on that soon, hopefully. My nephew now has 8 teeth. He's 7 1/2 months old, people. The Institution of Amazing Children is using him as part of their next study. Part of the phenomenon is due to the fact that he has an Auntie who loves him so much--he seems to get two more teeth after every visit with me. Saturday I made a turnaround trip to California to attend the wedding of a dear friend. I do not miss Southern California traffic, most specifically the 91 and 5 freeways. They were the cause of me spending much more time in my car than was necessary. The wedding was unusual mostly because the reception was first. It was a neat idea... except that it didn't allow those who would normally skip those types of functions to leave EARLY. It went on... and on... and on.... Until 3 1/2 hours later we were finally getting the ceremony underway. I wouldn't have normally skipped out directly behind the bride and groom as they walked back up the aisle, but I had places to go and a bed to sleep in. There was no time to waste. Monday night was spent with a group of friends who were in town for a few hours while their driver slept. We went to Little Buddha at The Palms which was incredibly good, despite having only one vegetarian dish. Being a sushi joint, apparently us non-raw fish eaters aren't high on the priority list. I found out later that at the same time we were there, John Stamos was in da house, as was Kid Rock, as was the entire Eminem and 50 cent entourage. Somehow managed to not see a thing when I was there. It's a skill not many can master. Earlier in the day I walked right past Lisa Rinna and didn't even notice her. Yesterday my eye twitched all day and it continued on til this morning. So far since I've been at work I've been twitch-free. I need more sleep. Tonight is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Expect a full report tomorrow.

happiness and misery

I've just written an entire blog and it magically disappeared.

I'm now going to sleep having lost all hope in everything.

blah.

Remember to Breathe

Here's my excuse:  I've been busy.  Here's a quick recap on my life for the past two weeks:   Working full-time at a hotel on the strip. Working part-time after work (and during work) emailing and coordinating part of a huge event for my former employer. Spent last Friday through Monday working on-site at that event, running around like a crazy person all day and night, escorting VIPs, coordinating interviews and being happy and smiley the entire time as I caught up with former co-workers and old friends. Flew in Monday afternoon and went straight to work; tried not to fall asleep. (emphasis on the "tried"--pretty sure I dozed off once). Tuesday after work picked up my sister and The Thumb from the airport. Have spent every waking second with my family to squeeze in as much quality time with my nephew as possible.    I'm tired, and that's an understatement.    Other than not having any time to blog, nothing too random has happened in my life that's worth writing about.  Except for the grown woman who was eating baby food on the plane as I made my way home.  Pretty sure she was anorexic or something.  Strange.

Slight of Hand and Twist of Fate

My nephew just turned 7 months old and just got his 6th tooth.
I wore a skirt to work for the second time in one week.
I found a magazine in my vegetable drawer.

My nephew is a freak of nature and has now earned the nickname "chompers". We're waiting for #'s 7 and 8. Any day now... .
I've moved to Vegas and turned over a new leaf in the fashion department. This is huge.
Apparently I felt the vegetable drawer was a good place for the magazine. I didn't find it until a week later. I guess I haven't been eating my veggies like I should be.




And just because, I'm posting a picture of me and one of my nieces that was taken during their visit last week. Always Baby Jade to me. (She looks a bit odd in this pic, but I look hot so whatever.)

P.S. The hot part--that's for Brian

This Good Day

I'm liking this living alone and being independent thing.

Today I bought sod. Yes... sod. I planted the sod into a container on my back porch. I also bought and installed a doggy door myself. The idea is that Wylee will use the doggy door to get to the sod, in which he will do his business on, rather than me having to constantly take him outside and follow him around saying "go potty! go potty!", and he just sitting there staring at me. He's got the doggy door concept down, except the most he's used it for is sunbathing on the porch and barking at passer-bys. This is gonna take some time.

I watched most of the Live 8 concert today on MTV, only I watched the very end on VH1 before the entire broadcast was shown on MTV. I found myself getting weepy already at just seeing everyone come out on stage to sing "Hey Jude" so you can imagine what the rest of the concert did to me. Somehow I missed The Dave Matthew's Band performance, but I did manage to catch Destiny's Child and Beyonce's underwear.

I did yoga tonight for the first time in a very long time. Afterwards, I treated myself to a long, hot bath. It's the first time I've used my tub in my new place, and let me tell you, it was OUTSTANDING. The thing is so big, it took forever just to fill. No music, no TV, no magazine. Just me, a few candles, and some bubbles. The smell from my candles alone was heaven.

Now it's time for me to sleep on my big bed in my clean sheets. Nothing better.

Say My Name Say My Name

At work, although being brand new to the industry, I've become quite the rooming list input queen. I type in the names of various people who are a part of different groups visiting our hotel--which is great because names have always kind of been a fascination of mine.

But yesterday I came across a name that I could add to my list of possible people to marry. Sound crazy? I'm sure it does, but let me explain.

When I was in 7th grade, I had a small crush on my math teacher, Mr. Wood. He looked exactly like Woody Harrelson, and I was just a young, impressionable child. During one of my early daydream sessions during math, I realized that if I were to marry him, my name would then be Holly Wood. How great would that be?!? My crush quickly faded after Mr. Wood showed his temper and I realized that he sweat a little too much for my test. But it started a dream that has continued to this day.

In 10th grade I worked with a guy named James Jolly. James was a grade younger than I, but I still developed a small crush on him as well--especially after I realized I could be Holly Jolly if WE were to maybe perhaps one day get married. I told him everyday at work that I was going to marry him, and soon all of my coworkers fell in love with the idea and joined in--unfortunately James did not fall in love with it.

I became good friends with a guy named Joel Berry. I did not develop a crush on him, however since he was already married. Unfortunately so was his brother, but I soon asked if I could be introduced to any cousins, uncles or legal nephews so that one day I could possibly be Holly Berry. Alas, there were none.

While entering in names for a very large group (Air Force) that will be staying at our hotel for a few weeks later in the month, I came across another possibility. The last name was Dawley, which of course would make me Holly Dawley. I'm going to be keeping my eye out for that name tag around the hotel. There are also commercials for our police force in Las Vegas where the chief's last name is Golightly. This is possibly my favorite one ever, just because it's SO unlikely to happen. I would LOVE to be Holly Golightly.

Other possible combinations I have come up with are Doll, or Dahl, and Bush. A girl can dream, can't she?

As a side note, the title of this post brought back memories of The NeverEnding Story where the childlike princess demands Bastian to "CALL. MY. NAME!" or Fantasia will be no more. I decided to search the movie because my brother, sister and I have never been able to figure out what name he hells out the window in the rain and storm. It's supposed to be his mother's name because that's what he says he will name her. Turns out he yells "Moonchild" which wasn't even his mother's name but the name he thought of her when he saw her... Confused? Yeah, me too. Whatever. I guess I need to read the book.

Anyone have a racing snail?

Out of My Hands

We're right on track... I ain't looking back

My nephew said his first word today. He's 7 months old and today he said "Mama". I was so freakin' excited it might as well have been "Auntie". He's a genius. And he laughs when I talk to him on the phone. I love that kid.

My entire weekend was spent in my place getting stuff put away and in order. I also had to deal with hell from Cox Communications trying to get my internet and cable hooked up. I need to figure out how they can give me something for free after putting me through what they did. So far I've hosted one overnight guest in my guest room, and one night of dinner with the fam at my new place. I think we'll get along just fine.

I did manage to get out of the house to spend the 4th at my parent's house swimming and hanging out with family friends and BBQ'ing. But I didn't stay for fireworks, even though Brian said I am a disappointment for not celebrating our nation's birthday and deciding instead to hang pictures. At least I wasn't getting my house burned down by the deaf kid.

I tried to voiceblog today but it said my number was no longer in service. Whatever. I'll try again tomorrow.

It's Your Party

I didn't want to let this day go by without acknowledging that I'm the only member of my family who is still in their 20's.

Happy Birthday Chris.

Something Evil's Lurking in the Dark

Today I've been thinking of fear.

Right after the munchkin left my office, the only person I could call to tell is probably the last person that cared. Heather is scared of midgets, little people, dwarfs--all of them. Literally scared. She gets the heebie jeebies when she sees one in person, on tv or even in a picture. She's also scared of Rod Stewart. Well, maybe not scared so much as she has absolutely no tolerance for him. His voice is like nails on a chalkboard to her.

I had a friend who was scared of Bette Midler that way. One of my coworkers is scared of clowns and another coworker is scared of beans, as I posted before. The only thing I can think of for myself is styrofoam. I'm not talking about cups or plates or anything (though used incorrectly, those can be bad too).

You know when you get something new in a box, like a stereo, and it's packed in that hard molded styrofoam? The sound of it sends me shrieking away, hiding my ears, humming to myself to try and drown out any sound. I can't stand it. But that's a sound, not a "thing". It's strange, but I could argue it's not as strange as beans or midgets.

I can't think of anything typical that I'm scared of like spiders or snakes. Rats.... wild rats. Those are gross. OH! And pigeons!! I'm terrified of pigeons, but that stems from the time I got attacked by them in Venice after a "friend" thought it would be funny to buy a bag of seed, then proceed to dump handfulls of behind me where I couldn't see him. The feeling of being surrounded by those ugly parasite-infested birds with no way out was one I never want to relive. I later strangled him in his sleep.

I'm going to continue to think about it, but the question of the day is:
What strange thing are you scared of?

We Wish to Welcome You to Munchkin Land

So I was sitting at my desk today and next thing I know a munchkin walked by and shook my hand...

No, seriously. I met a munchkin.

An actual munchkin from the Wizard of Oz.

Jerry Maren played the guy in green in the Lollipop Guild. He's in town for a signing event down the street, and is staying at the hotel where I work. He came up to personally thank one of the guys I work with for the accomodations. He was kindly introduced to me and I shook his little 86 year old hand. Strange.

Further proof my life is so random.