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have you heard about this one yet? Steph, this is your school. why don’t you go ahead & slap that biotch Alexandra Wallace for me?
it’s me again. blog# 2. kinda like song# 2 by blur. kinda. except it’s not a song. or blur. what was i gonna write about again??
i got a surprise wakeup call this morning. well, not exactly a surprise. i mean i KNEW i was supposed to get up early for something… oh look, there’s a voicemail. i play the message. oh yeah, my friend is calling me to make sure i’m on the road for her ride to the airport. CRAP!!! WTF i forgot! how could i forget, you ask? i’m infamous for my attention to detail. my datebook. my calendar. my daily schedule i check over & over. it’s a sign of my old age. i’m 40 dammit. that should mean something… like i’m losing my mind.
i confess… i didn’t write it down. when i write things down, i commit it to memory - thanks, photographic memory. except i’ve been losing that too over the years. my mind has been more focused on my daily life. & its problems. & the stress of running this household by myself. i knew home ownership would be a huge responsibility. i understood it would be a total life commitment (at least until i sold it). i think i just put in so much effort to actually buy my house that i didn’t ever put in any effort to think about maintaining it. it can be very overwhelming. but i digress.
so i’m supposed to give her a ride to the airport today. i’m supposed to pick her up at 6am. it’s f-ing 5:30am! CRAP CRAP CRAP!!! it takes about 45 minutes to drive to her house. she is gonna be pissed! i throw on my clothes & bravely call her to explain i just woke up. Being from NY, she calmly says, ” I AM GOING TO KILL YOU.” click. i run out of the house & on the road. i have no idea how to get to her house. but i drive on.
i pick her up at 6:30am. luckily she only lives about 15 minutes away from the airport. all is well. she made her 8:00am flight on Delta to JFK. crisis averted. my heart hasn’t raced that quickly since i missed my own flight. truthfully i wasn’t even bothered by missing my flight at LAX the last time. i guess i really don’t take things very seriously. i have too many gray hairs already. i was quite calm when i missed my flight on Virgin America, even walked away from the VA counter without a fight - which is so unlike me. i guess i’ve mellowed out in my old age.
i don’t need to raise my blood pressure anymore. ahhh now to sit at home & be a vegetable. signing off…
I’ve always thought of bloggers as whiny brats who just like to glorify themselves in print, i.e. Perez Hilton. Then my friends started blogging. Then one of my closest friends started doing it… for a living! Gasp! What is it about blogs & bloggers? It’s become a form of communication now. I am from the old school, where things that people publish openly were once contained in secret (& in ancient form - the Diary).
I’ve managed to become better at instant communication, i.e. texting, instant messenger, Facebook, Twitter, etc. I caught onto Facebook really quickly after my friend sent an invite way back in 2006. Honestly I held off because I mostly concentrated on keeping my MySpace account active after I was finally talked into creating a profile there back in 2004. Mind you, MySpace took much convincing since I thought that was a sign of the Apocolypse.
Can you believe that? MySpace took longer for me to catch on rather than Facebook! My friend Kris K would constantly IM me from Hawaii for over a year, nagging me to join that social network. He said it would be a great way to stay in touch with people we worked with at Disney. (He also left in 2002 when he went to college at the University of Hawaii.)
All in all, after much cajoling AND several previously-attempted failed blogs (like LiveJournal, etc), I’m going to give it a sincere go this time. Keep in mind that I won’t be specific nor will I be TOO confessional on here - God forbid my words come back to haunt me! But I will try to be more communicative with my audience. Try is the key word!