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Katrina and the Old Nude Whore
August 29, 2005
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You know that incredibly hyperactive vibe that circulates around a school when there’s bad weather in the forecast and there’s a chance everyone might get tomorrow off?  It happens at work, too.  People are going crazy around here, talking about 26-foot waves (hello, ON THE COASTLINE) and a foot of rain (again, people this was happening on the Gulf), and how we’re OBVIOUSLY not coming in tomorrow.

So.. I’m probably having some wine tonight.  Why not?  We get the day off tomorrow anyway.

Funny little pick me up.. our supplies vendor promised to deliver me some special-order supplies, and he promised to deliver them with a smile.  I had completely forgotten until he sent me an email today saying that he was out of town on business, so he couldn’t deliver as he promised.  I thought that meant not to expect the supplies, but they arrived today.. with a self-portrait of himself, smiling.  He’s a cutie.

Very excited to have a four-day workweek.  And now, this late in the day, it’s just a three-day workweek.

I channeled Caroline this weekend.  She would be so proud of me.  I sunbathed.. nude.. in my backyard.  And I thought of her saying the other night, “Man, my neighbors have seen me naked so much, they’re like, ‘Man, there goes that old whore again… and of course, she’s NAKED.”

So I’m well on my way to being that old nude whore next door.  And it rhymes!

I hate it when colleagues of mine say “HuntsPatch.”  Yes, we are in the south, but let’s face it.. y’all haven’t done any better with the shuttle.  Screw you.

I sent the email this morning about Saturday night at Steph’s, and have gotten no response.  But I think I’ve solved that issue.  Maybe he really HADN’T forgotten.  It’s entirely possible.  He’s usually VERY good with that kind of stuff, and Lord knows he’s been busy lately.  I guess I have to keep in focus the fact that he’s wonderful to me every day of the year.. he needn’t go out of his way for just one day.

(Does that sound believable?)

But lunch with the ladies sounds great.. and a fiesta at Steph’s sounds MARVELOUS!

I just hope that, by that point, everyone I know is in perfect health.

Stay dry, kiddies.  Much love.
 
2:50 pm
Manic Monday
August 29, 2005
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I saw this in a magazine as an ad for Nike this weekend, and it made me want to share it:


my hips return to puberty

when i’m in dance class.

music affects them like hormones.

making them crazy

and spontaneous

and optimitistic

and prone to drama

and i don’t understand them

and sometimes they don’t understand themselves.

then the music stops.

they’re still charged.

don’t touch me.

sparks will fly.

and i may just steal your boyfriend.

It made me laugh.  It’s like they wrote it about my hips, except they left out two lines: the one about the hypnotic power of my ghetto booty, and the fact that I’m likely to throw a knee out of joint while dancing.

Currently loving: South Beach Diet meal replacement bars.  I am forever on the move, so meals are not my forte (E wrote about forgetting to eat a few days ago.. that is the story of my life), and it’s really easy to have these around.  They’re high in fiber, low in sugar, and really nicely-sized (not the typical skimpy meal bar that feels like only a few bites).  I bought a box of the chocolate cremes, but only because they were out of my REAL favorite, chocolate-peanut-butter.

It’s been an overwhelming Monday.  People were waiting for me at my desk when I got here.. which is never a good sign.  And our travel system is down, so that’s LOVELY.  Quite the development.

Katrina is moving in.  I remember the last hurricane to come through, Ivan, and preparing for it.  On my way home, Delle sent me to Publix, where I purchased the last hurricane lamp and lavender-scented oil.  We lit it, perched on our front porch, and drank a bottle of wine while we watched the storm rolled through.  Maybe something similar will happen tonight.  Except there is no front porch.  And Bryan will be drinking sweet tea. 

I MISS the front porch.  Jesus God, I miss the front porch.

Okay, I’m calling in the troops.. I need ideas for a poster.  “Paganini” is Lee’s one-act this year, and it goes up the third week of September for a public run.  Apparently, Paganini was a composer and reknowned violinist, as well as a womanizer/murderer.  So I’ve already thought of the concept of a violin that is shadowed with a woman’s figure (the violin was created to mirror a woman’s curves), but I need more than that.  Thoughts?  Keboobalah, this would be your arena..

Alright ladies.. I also have a specific question for you.  Bryan has, I think, forgotten that my birthday is this weekend.  Now, Delle was the first to step in and say that he’s busy and also a man, but I don’t know that I’ll be so forgiving.  Should I bite the bullet and remind him now, or should I wait and see if maybe he remembers on his own?



9:55 am
Another day ending in "why"
August 29, 2005
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This was waiting for me when I got to work this morning.  There is a man who loves me, saw a butterfly, and it made him think of me naked, as I have several butterflies strategically placed on my body.  So he took this and emailed it to me.  I thought that was nice, so I’m sharing.

Well.. the weekend.  Friday night was spectacular.  Amazing.  It was what we called “a good Huntsville night.”  We went to Beauregard’s for an amazing meal (there is no comfort food above wings to me), then jaunted over to 18 to catch “The Brothers Grimm.”  Now, I will be the first to admit that I figured it would be an okay movie.  But I was NOT PREPARED.

I should warn whomever wants to see this flick: it’s not a childrens’ movie.  I mean, the rating would be the obvious tell-tale sign, but I ignored that.. anything can garner a PG-13 rating nowadays.  And while the plot line is pretty cool, and Heath Ledger OUTDID himself in his role, everyone should be warned that there is VERY graphic violence in this movie.  And most of it happens to animals and children.

Had someone warned us, we might’ve thought twice.  Our quote of the night: “That horse ATE that baby.  Did you see that horse eat that baby?”

Anyway, after we recovered, we jaunted over to ColdStone, where the lovely Erica dished us up some milkshakes.  We would only let her take our orders if she did it in the Frenchie voice.  She was my most FAVORITE part of Grease, so it made me happy.  Okay, the Johnny Casino guy.. yum.  He’s a close second.  So we sat out on a bench and watched Huntsville shut down (which was sad because it was only ten o’clock.. and on a Friday night), and then went home to bed.  It was a very relaxing, indulgent evening.

Of course, the rest of the weekend sucked. 

Bryan had an all day rehearsal on Saturday, and as he put it, “the kids are starting to realize that they’ve been bent over backwards and screwed.”  So he was sapped when he got home, and his sickness was ten times worse.  So he slept on the couch while I made dinner and then we hit the sack around ten.

Sunday, all the shit hit the fan.  My mother called me around nine a.m. to let me know that my sister had been hospitalized (for those who don’t know, my baby sister is out in L.A… all by herself.. it’s KILLING me..) for an infection that they can’t seem to locate.  Also, my MaMa was put in the E.R. and then the O.R., where they decided to do a heart catheterization anyway, although they had earlier thought it best to wait.  So yesterday consisted of a lot of nail biting, crying, and basically trying to just make it through the day.

And there’s no new news.  Jenni’s still in the hospital (again.. KILLING the older sister).. MaMa is still in the hospital.. and I’m left wondering why God seems to be trying the Campagne women this year.  So keep all of them in your thoughts, please.  I feel like I’m asking for prayer a lot lately, and I hate that.  I’ve always thought that prayer could be so selfish.. I hate it when people pray for self-serving things.. but I don’t know that my prayer alone can make a dent. 

7:08 am