Caterwauling

They say when you aren’t looking for something, somehow it finds its way to you.

That said, I actually met someone last night. Amazing.

I took Shan out to dinner (one of our last outings *sob*) and a movie last night. And I met a nice guy. Shocking!

Ball’s in my court — I have taken to not giving out my number because that way I’m not hurt if they don’t call. 😉 But then, it’s not like I ever get around to looking people up, either. So whatever. But damn, it felt good — here I was thinking I had grown a huge goiter and a third eyeball, but I suppose they retracted for the evening. 😉

I was kind of waiting for one or two someone elses to get off their duffs, but I don’t wait around. Much. Maybe if I have a little distraction, other things would perk themselves up while, of course, I wasn’t looking.

On iTunes: Lisa Hall, “Is This Real?”

Ever watched the Demi Moore/Rob Lowe Brat-Pack-esque movie “About Last Night”? There’s a scene in which a young Megan Mulally (of “Will and Grace” fame) is a hot-to-trot horny gal who tosses her hair when she is hitting on guys. Demi and a friend sit in the bar watching her, holding up cocktail napkins with scores and yelling, “Bravo! 9.0!” like a pair of judges at an Olympic event, commending her use of the hair flip to move in on unsuspecting men.

Mom and I have used the “9.0!” rating system for years. And, I must admit, I am the living embodiment of Megan’s character — I unconsciously flip my hair when I’m talking to cute boys.

I was at the National Mall recently and was chatting with Mom on my headset. Some chick walked up to me and handed me a flyer. I walked away and read it — an advertisement to come to a Republican convention. I shrieked and said to Mom, “But I’m a Democrat!” A very hot young guy nearby, who was also distributing the offensive flyers, quipped, “We won’t hold that against you!”

So what did I do? Flipped my fucking hair and grinned at him. And lost the too-loose ring I was wearing somewhere within the ol’ rat’s nest.

Mom was laughing at me because all she knew was that I lost my ring. She said, “9.0! You flipped your hair, didn’t you?”

If there was ever any doubt that she had some kind of psychic connection to me, this proves it. 🙂

And the hair flip is just a nervous habit. I would never try to attract a Republican! LOL.

On iTunes: Lucinda Williams, “Essence”

Faithful readers, this blogkeeper doesn’t want anybody to cry alone, so I ask you to go send some love to Amy — her grandma passed away. Amy was able to see her recently, and it sounds like she put up quite a fight to make it this long. And though she’ll never have quite a tribute like the one we just saw for President Reagan, it’s obvious through Amy’s stories that she was loved just as much and made quite the impact on those who were lucky to have known her.

*many hugs to Amy*

On iTunes: Then There Were None, “Guardian Angel”

This one’s for Lachlan. For the collection. 😉 Remember to have a spare pair of scandalous underwear handy!

The song I mentioned.

On iTunes: Shije, “Ooh Baby La La La”

Forgot to blog about it, but I saw “The Notebook” last weekend. View the trailer here.

In addition to crying my ass off throughout most of the movie, I laughed a lot, too. It turned out to be quite the poignant story about whom you choose to love and the places you can go if you let that love lead the way. I was mostly depressed because I don’t know if I have ever felt that way about anybody; or, rather, I never had a chance to see how far that kind of passion could go. I don’t want to give any spoilers, but an inscription — “Read this to me and I’ll come back to you” — still reduces me to a pile of silly putty. *sob*

What I can say about the movie is that some ghetto people decided to either stand right outside the theater doors or just inside them. They talked as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. I was near the door and almost killed them because I missed a few minutes of dialogue. They went away for awhile, and then they returned a half hour later. Unthinkingly, I screamed out, “DIE!!!!” in the crowded theater. I expected to have popcorn and M&Ms thrown into my hair for that, but the audience seemed to murmur in agreement. Someone closer to the exit went and bitched them out, and they left.

But, alas, I missed even more of the show when some fucking kid a few rows behind me kept asking its parent questions: “I don’t understand! Why did he do that? Why did she say that? What does that mean?” Blah blah blah. Loud as fucking drums in a mausoleum. Now, I could curse out people in general who take their kids to movies, but then I have to remember the father and daughter who sat in front of me — she didn’t utter a peep. I think she was as transfixed by the Southern scenery and complicated storyline as I was.

Anyway, I think I need to go see that movie again — preferably when nobody else will be in the theater. Most definitely recommended!

On iTunes: Sinead Lohan, “Hot on Your Trail”

updated

After the layoffs and then our collective heads rolling over an image disappearing from a house ad during the PDF-making process and a meeting being scheduled to TALK about it (god help me), I had to go home for a lil “me” time *wink wink, nudge nudge.*

If not for masturbation, I would have acquired a gun and shot up everyone in Alexandria by now!

Update

Bill found me a new toy!

On iTunes: Jane Siberry, “Love is Everything”

Two major positions were eliminated from the Veggie Patch payroll today. Well, not major, but people on my level. And in Demure!TM’s department. Which means that my job isn’t safe right now, either. Demure!TM might be fucking worthless, but her staff are among the biggest contributors to the organization.

I’m too stunned to even think right now, other than to note that Solitaire Queen and Demure!TM make more money and produce less, but they stay. Jesus H.

On iTunes: The Clarks, “Better Off Without You”

Key Lime Pie martinis at Ruby Tuesdays. An excellent dinner. *hic*

On iTunes: Pam Tillis, “Maybe it was Memphis”

Was my boss simply put on this earth to complicate processes?

I can’t even get into it. I’m too pissed. Long story short, she is ignoring a directive from Cruise Director to just let me approve my own fucking invoices, which I do anyway, but she always needs to put her signature on it, too. Anyway, she has to send a note to finance to let them know I can run my own little department without her thumb on my head. I even provided her with the form to fill out as well as a list of who gets a copy of it. She has some bullshit story that she won’t be able to even think about it till next week. Meanwhile, she’s going out of town for a week and I still have invoices rolling in that I will have to find someone ELSE to approve over me in her (albeit glorious) absence.

I shot her a message today to say I was sitting on an invoice until she gets that form up to finance. She ran down to my office immediately and said she will just approve the invoice instead of finalizing the form for finance that I provided. I fucking hate her. Really, it was such a major victory for me to get power of signature, and she knows it and has to hold up yet another fucking process, which is what she does for a living.

I want her head. On a platter. Decorated all around with cloves. And roasted. …

On iTunes: Lucy Woodward, “Standing”

Fun Fourth. Totally alcohol-free, which I am remedying now that I am at home. *slurp*

On iTunes: Beth Hart, “Mama”