rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)
I cleaned out the boxes under my bed a few days ago, and I was continually scratching my head and wondering why I kept some of these things. I am such a packrat! A small sample of stuff I found: a high school book report on The Catcher in the Rye (2000), a parking ticket from 2006, a receipt for lunch money to the Lycée Européen cantine (2008), and a stack of paycheck stubs dating back to 2009! I packed a lot of the paper stuff in a bag and took it to the recycling center. I wish I could've weighed the bag before I brought it there. It was so heavy I could barely lift it! We also have five boxes of stuff to donate to the Salvation Army.

I also two shirts that I forgot I had (a navy tee that I really love, and a nice blue blouse that I might wear to the Passover seder), as well as a thick stack of cards and letters that Grandma mailed to me while I was in France. Until I saw it, I had almost forgotten just how much she sent me -- not just letters, but magazines, food, money, etc. She was so much nicer to me than I ever deserved.

Tomorrow is the first night of Passover, and our congregational Passover seder. I have been practicing at the Passover game Who Knows One, and I've gotten pretty good at it. The goal is to say every item on the list without drawing a breath. You have to talk really fast! The list varies between congregations (I know some Conservative congregations use more Hebrew in their list) but the one we use is beneath the cut:

Take deep breath and... GO! 13 are the attributes of God... )
rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)

All these LiveJournal hiccups have been getting on my last nerve! Most people are having trouble accessing the site, right, not just me? I read a crazy-sounding theory that it's a massive hacker attack launched by pro-Kremlin forces in Russia, where LJ is the main platform for political dissenters. All I know is that not being able to get to my NCIS communities is driving me crazy! Anyway...

Name-related funnies unrelated to Sara:

Michael and Brenda (Sassy Jewish Grandparents #1) invited me out for coffee last weekend. I had posted on FaceBook a while back that I was "kinda getting nervous" about converting, and I suspect they wanted to make sure I wasn't backing out. Brenda asked me if I had picked out a Jewish name yet. I'm a little surprised when people ask me this (my rabbi did) because I would think it'd be obvious that I'm picking Rivka, which is Rebecca in its Hebrew form. I love them both! They're such strong-sounding names to to me. Anyway, I told Brenda that I had chosen Rivka, and she said, "Oh, that's Rebekah's [their daughter] Hebrew name too! Isn't that a coincidence?" Me: "Well, it's the Hebrew version of Rebecca." Brenda: "Oh. Yes, of course." Michael: [rolling his eyes] "Oy, Brenda..."

When I was walking Sable that night, my downstairs neighbors were outside barbequing and one of them asked me what his name was. I told her Sable, but she misheard C'est Bon and proceeded to drunkenly call, "C'est bon, c'est bon!" trying to get him to come to her. (He never comes when he's called. He's too old, probably deaf, and possibly blind.) But how Cajun is that?

54 DAYS LEFT until the Season 9 premiere of NCIS!

rebecca_in_blue: (dropped jaw)

Jane: Father isn't in trouble, we are.

Bert: Oh, sure about that, are you? Look at it this way. You've got your mother and father to look after you, and Mary Poppins, and Constable Jones, and me. Who looks after your father? Tell me that. When something terrible happens, what does he do? Who does he tell about it? No one! Don't blab his troubles, he don't. He just pushes on at his job, uncomplaining, alone and silent.

Michael: He's not very silent.

Jane: Michael, be quiet. Bert, do you think Father really needs our help?

Bert: Well, it's not my place to say. I only observe that a father can always do with a bit of help.

{Father's Day 2011}

rebecca_in_blue: (trembling hand)

I'm still having regular dreams about being in a car crash. Last week, I dreamt that I rear-ended my cousin Matthew in our grandma's driveway (and his mom is the car insurance agent for both of us) and just last night, I dreamt that I was driving around my old neighborhood in Baton Rouge and crashed into a police officer! Blegh! I've also been dreaming a lot about being late for work (ever since I came in really late back here).

Things I've done with my tax refund check so far:

  • Paid my library fine. Finally! 
  • Gotten Muse Watson inspected. I may or may not have let his inspection sticker expire.
  • Taken me and Sara out to lunch at Cici's. I love Cici's pizza, but I hate going there by myself, and she almost never wants to go with me. Oh well, at least I have my gas station pizza.
  • Bought Adam a ticket to X-Men: First Class. He had his birthday last month, so I paid for his ticket as his present. Call me a bitchy sister, but I really resent buying Adam a birthday present. He was 24 this year, and he's never had to work for anything in his entire life. I am not exaggerating. He still lives with Mom, who pays for everything he wants/needs. When I was that age, I was supporting myself, and Mom had made it clear that she didn't want me living in her house. It's kinda hard not to be bitter over this.
And speaking of bitter, I have another job interview tomorrow morning. Really, what's the point anymore?

The Torah portion for this week is titled Beha'alotecha ( בְּהַעֲלֹתְךָ ), meaning "when you step up." I'm trying, Torah.
rebecca_in_blue: (Default)

Hallelujah, we finally got some rain in the last few days! I was actually excited to see it. And that I live in Louisiana and am excited about rain gives you an idea of how dry it's been this summer. I also (finally) got my prompts in from [ profile] ncis_ficathon. It's for a pairing that I would never usually write -- which, of course, is bound to happen when you don't ship anyone -- but I think I can do it if I make some altercations to one of my works-in-progress. I'm glad now I waited to publish it.

Exactly halfway through the day yesterday, my throat got sore and my nose started running. By the end of the day, my nose was a faucet and my throat was on fire! Ugh! So I took some medicine and crawled into bed to recuperate, not dragging myself out until this afternoon when I went to see X-Men: First Class again, this time with Sara. This time we got there early enough to see the previews, and boy, did they suck mightily. But Sara's sarcastic commentary cracked me up, especially:

Emma Frost: Where's your telepath friend?
Magneto: He's gone.
Sara: We broke up.
Magneto: He's left a void in my life.
Sara: And in my bed!

Adam and I are considering writing a crackfic to X-Men 3 (a truly awful movie that you can read my opinion of here). The other night, Adam showed me a video review of X-Men Origins: Wolverine, making fun of how awful it was, and I pointed out that Wolverine spends virtually the entire movie in a sleeveless white t-shirt.

Me: Do you think he has a closet full of them, like how Taylor Swift has a closet full of sparkly gold dresses?
Adam: Who's Taylor Swift?
Me: What?
Adam: Is he a singer, or something?
Me: Taylor Swift! Come on, you know! Mine? Fearless? Love Story? Fifteen? You Belong With Me?
Adam: *staring at me blankly*
[In his defense, he's a guy and most of her listeners are women, but still, seriously, how do you not know Taylor Swift?]

Yesterday I had an encounter with a person I went to high school (ugh, uncomfortable) and discovered that with some friends-and-relations, Grandma is somehow better at keeping up with their news than I am, even though I have a Facebook page and she doesn't even know what Facebook is.

P.S. I am thinking about joining Big Brothers Big Sisters.

rebecca_in_blue: (Default)

Yesterday one of my coworkers told me that I come across as a Mormon. And even though 1) I have nothing against Mormons, and 2) I put no stock in said coworker's opinions, this is not something you want to hear when you're trying to convert to Judaism. Yesterday I saw the episode of "Sex and the City" where Charlotte converts and puts a mezuzah on her door at the end. I don't know yet if want a mezuzah when I convert or not. (Update: Here's my mezuzah!)

Anyway, I think maybe I came off as Mormon to him because I'm so clean-cut and boring, which is funny because my Mormon friends have more drama than anyone I know. I should've told him that he comes across as a bag of flour.

Back in 2003, shortly after I got my truck, I came across a red-white-and-blue toy donkey while browsing in a second-hand shop. I bought him and named him Alan Roosevelt Moore -- Alan after Al Franken (whom Sara and I got to see in person when he gave a speech at LSU at 2004), Roosevelt after FDR, and Moore after Michael Moore. We called him Moore and sat him the back window of the truck, where he stayed for the next three years. In 2006, Mom accidentally threw Moore away, and I feel a little stupid for saying this, since he was just a stuffed animal, but I was pretty upset over it. (I posted about it here.)

This week, Sara bought me a new, similar red-white-and-blue toy donkey. I don't like this new guy quite as much as Moore -- he is smaller and a bit more cheaply-made -- but I am happy to have an all-American jackass again. I plan to put him in the back window of Muse Watson (my car). After much thought, I named my new donkey Jethro Michael Errant: Jethro after NCIS's Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Michael after my Jewish grandfather, and Errant after "ears like errant wings," a line from GK Chesterton's poem The Donkey. (Yes, it has a Christian theme, but do you know of any other poems celebrating donkies?)

As with Moore, I'm going to call this donkey by his last name, Errant. According to the dictionary, it means 1) deviating from the regular or proper course, erring, straying; 2) journeying or traveling, as a medieval knight in quest of adventures, roving adventurously; 3) moving in an aimless or lightly changing manner: an errant breeze.

Here's a picture of Errant. I scoured through all my old photos, but I don't have one of Moore. :(

Only two new episodes to go in Season 8 of NCIS! From the spoilers and promo photos, it looks like Mike Franks is going to die on Tuesday (Swan Song). I'm kinda dreading it. Mike's not a main character, but I named my car after the actor who plays him, Muse Watson, and will be sad to see him go.

rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)

One thing I've always liked about my name is that I've never met a lot of other Rebeccas. (Unlike my sister, who's known about a dozen different Sara/Sarahs.) This bothered the hell out of me when I was a kid - for years, the only other Rebecca I'd ever heard of was Aunt Becky on Full House - but now I like having a name that's not too common. In fact, unless my memory fails me, I've only ever known four people with my name or variants of it: a classmate in middle school (Rebecca), a teacher in high school (Rebekka - ugh), a classmate in college (Rebecca), and Rebekah from my temple. A days ago, three of us ran into each other on Facebook. I redacted all the sensitive information, hence the big white spaces.

I'm not always a huge Facebook fan - it really can be stalker-liscious sometimes - but when ecounters like this happen, I'm glad I didn't delete my account.

This was the first year that I've ever had to work on Easter, but I found that I didn't mind so much. It felt like any other day to me. I had a good scare last night when I thought I'd lost my dogtag - I feel so naked without it - but it was found and all is good now.

A conversation I had with Adam while we were watching The Ten Commandments...
    Me: Don't you love how it's all set in Egypt, but the cast is all white people?
    Adam: You mean there aren't any Jewish actors in it?
    Me: Are you saying Jewish people aren't white?
    Adam: I thought... they were referred to as... something else. 
    Me: What? Pray tell, what are they?
    Adam: [confused silence]

rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)

On Tuesday evening, I attended my first meeting of the women's group our temple. I was a little blown away by how much work these women put into running the temple, fundraising, planning dinners and events, organizing the religious classes, sending food to members who sick or grieving, etc. They are a force to be reckoned with! I was so impressed.
I have to say, maybe because it was my first meeting, but I felt very out-of-place. First of all, the meeting was held at one lady's house in Swanky Subdivision Land. Honestly, it was probably one of the nicest houses I've ever been in. I kept wanting to say, "No, you don't understand! I love junk food and collect cans and shop at Goodwill!" Also, every other woman there was old enough to be my mother (or grandmother) and I had nothing to contribute when they talked about their husbands, kids, grandkids, and gardens. But they were all so sweet to me that I feel I have to go back for the next meeting. Mrs. Cohen, who sat next to me, said she was "adopting" me and appointing herself as my "meddling Jewish mother." (Haha! Cohen, just what my last name always gets misheard as!)

Still, it was hard. How can just visiting a house in the town where I've lived for so long feel more foreign going to than France?

The other downside is that the meetings seem to be held on Tuesday evenings, so I missed seeing NCIS "live." I watched this week's episode (Two-Faced - my notes are at the bottom, and they're long as heck!) online twice, and it just blew my mind. You can find excellent (better) summaries here by [ profile] kew121 and here by [ profile] littlesammy.

On Wednesday and Friday mornings, I had two job interviews. The interesting thing is that they were both positions I didn't apply for; the employers had seen my resume online and called me in. This has never happened before, and I'd like to think it's a good sign, but I also don't want to get my hopes up. Today I went straight to temple from work, and from there, straight to Grandma's house for a dinner of sloppy joes and cake. Yum.

I'm typing up some fanficiton in another window right now. Strange that in 2010, I wrote twelve stories in six months, while this is only my fourth story of 2011. I suppose I must have more of a life this year than I did then. Who'd have thought?

But I still don't have too much of a life to talk forever about NCIS! My essay-length notes on 8x20 "Two-Faced" )
rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)

What would you think if one morning you woke up with these lines running through your head? 

     And one was safe and asleep in his bed,
     Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
     Who later that day would be lying dead,
     Pierced by a British musket ball.

Ominous, right? It's a stanza from "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere," and for some reason it was stuck in my head when I woke up on Friday. That was also the day I had to go back to New Orleans to get my car, and I was convinced it was a sign that this trip would be even worse than the last one. Fortunately, that was not the case. I caught a ride there with my Jewish grandparents, and they treated me to lunch with their daughter and granddaughter. They are so nice to me, it doesn't make sense. Muse Watson and I both got home in one piece, although the drive back was exhausting and I all but collapsed in bed when it was over. (My own fault for staying up too late the night before reading Liz Taylor obituaries!) Anyway, it is so wonderful to have a car again!

One of our neighbors bought a bed for Graycat, the cat who lives in the stairwell. It's on the landing, and Sable has taken to lying in it whenever he comes in from a walk. I practically have to pry him out of it. It's not as if the spoiled old dog doesn't have two beds of his own!

And for no reason, two videos that Sara and I have been watching. This one is "The Purim Song," by The Maccabeats, an amazing acapella Jewish band. (Last winter, they did an equally awesome song about Hanukkah called "Candlelight.") The lyrics explain the origins of the holiday, if you're not familiar with it. It's a tweaked version of "Raise Your Glass," by Pink, which is also a great song, although the video for it is damn disturbing.

(And check out Harry Potter at 2:23!)

This is "Tomorrow Belongs to Me," from the old musical Cabaret. The song is actually quite lovely and damn catchy, although I can't quite get past the fact that it's sung by a Hitler Youth member and that when the crowd joins in, they're practically foaming at the mouth! Scary.

P.S. Right now I'm in another window trying to compose a letter to ask a woman I've met only two times if she'd do my mikvah for me. That's not weird, is it? What's that? Oh, it is weird? Never mind.

rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

This question popped up in the Games section of my child actress message board: “What's the furthest you've ever traveled from home?” For me, it's Voormezele, Belgium, the little town where George Llewelyn Davies is buried. Back in 2007, I spent a weekend there, looking for his grave. According to this website, it's 4,883 miles from where I am now.

At work today, Boss Man told me I'm “slipping.” (Boss Man is my code name for him in this journal, but I don't like using it. Bruce Springsteen he is not.) I was very tempted to say scream back at him, “Oh, yeah? Well, you work at your job, collect your pay, and think you're gliding down the highway, but in fact, you're slip-sliding away!” Haha.

I finished Mockingjay a few hours ago. Neither Sara nor I ever bought it, so our mom lent us her copy. (As an aside, when she came over to drop it off, she said, “Did you not hear me knocking?” when I opened the door. No, I didn't hear you knocking. That's why I got up and opened the door.) Somehow, I'm feeling let-down. It just wasn't as good as the first two, and I'm glad neither of us actually spent money on it. Sigh... Tonight's new NCIS episode was a disappointment, too.

Notes on 8x06 "Cracked." )

Sara says that if I don't get my hair cut soon, I'm going to look like one of those Pentecostal women. And if I don't start laying again, she's going to stew me up for supper (something she learned from her hero, Greasy Sae).
rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)
I came across this bit of news on Monday while I was at work. I was so excited over it that I literally fist-pumped the air and announced it over the radio to everyone in the store. Strangely enough, no one else thought it was that cool. In a new ranking based on data from the US Bureau of Labor Statistics, Louisiana claims the top spot as the country's laziest state. The article goes on to point out, "To be clear, by lazy we do not mean lacking work ethic or engagement. Rather, it is a measure of leisure time spent doing sedentary activities compared with activities that require more physical effort, such as exercising and doing yard work." It attributed part of this to the climate, because it's basically too hot and humid down here to do anything. Yeah, Rebecca's been there.

But I was off from work yesterday and actually got some stuff accomplished. I finally made an appointment to get another asthma prescription (after going to the hospital, I couldn't put it off anymore) and I went swinging in the park with a friend from work. The park swingset was nowhere near as good as the one CJ & Company have. Josh asked me if I'd gotten a ticker counting down to the Season 8 premiere of NCIS. I hadn't at the time, but of course, I've since remedied that.

I also... took the first real step to changing my name! I drove to the Louisiana Law Library downtown and picked up the paperwork. Next Step: Getting the papers "drawn up" by someone who's "privvy to how the legal system works" (the receptionist's words), notarized, and brought to the clerk of court's office.

I have to haul my butt out of bed early tomorrow to get to the doctor's. I've realized that the problem with my asthma prescriptions is that I don't need to use them often enough to use up all my refills before the script expires.
rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)
My brother called me at 7:30 this morning (twice!) because he thought I needed a ride to work. Um, if I needed a ride to work, don't you think I would've called you? But no, I couldn't have done that, because every time I try to get in touch with him, he's completely and totally unreachable.

Sara has said that the front of our refrigerator is too crowded. I disagree, and to prove my point, I present this photo essay of freezer doors.

Exhibit #1: Mom's Freezer Door. Five magnets (three of them from New York, White Sands, and London), a clutch of coupons that Mom will almost certainly never use, and lots of empty white space. Grade: Too Bare!

Exhibit #2: Grandma's Freezer Door. At first glance, you might think she's the most well-traveled Grandma in the world. Her magnets hail from Disney World, Hot Springs, Crystal Beach, Las Cruces, Lake Tahoe, Yellowstone Park, San Francisco, Guam, London, and Amsterdam. (I gave her the magnet from London but never got her one from Paris, which I can't believe! I went to Paris a lot more than I went to London.) It suits Grandma, but it's all a bit too much for me. Grade: Too Cluttered!

Exhibit #3: Our Freezer Door. Most of it is pictures of Sable, but we also have... 1) a reproduction of Renoir's Girl With Jumping Rope; 2) a photo of me on a street in Paris, next to a sign for Marine Le Pen with the word pute graffitied over her face; 3) the "O! Yes, we did!" magnet we got after the election; 4) a bear and butterfly I cross-stitched back in 1998; 5) a Care Bear that dates back to the '80s; and 6) souvenirs from White Sands and St. Paul's. Grade: Just Right!

I had so much fun posting these photos. I have no life, I know. But it's interesting what a person's freezer front says about them. Our store carries a lot of magnets, including a new set of very tiny, adorable cupcake magnets that I've been resisting the urge to buy.

And Last:
  • Writing fanfiction is very draining.
  • Mom and Adam and I might (key word being might) make a trip to Texas on Wednesday. We'll see.
  • If you recognize where the title of this journal entry comes from, then congratulations, you're as obsessed with NCIS as I am! And that's saying something.
rebecca_in_blue: (dropped jaw)

Our keyboard had gotten so grime-encrusted over the years -- there were sunflower seed shells under the keys -- that when I bought a new mouse today (our old one had been sticking), I was tempted to buy a new keyboard, too. But they don't come cheap, so I bought a keyboard-cleaning pad instead. And I'm glad I did, because cleaning off the keyboard was surprisingly fun! You press the pad onto the keys, and when you pull it away, all the dust and gunk comes off with it. (The pad is supposed to be reusable, but our keyboard was so dusty and gunky that we might've used it all up.) It made the tops of the keys so clean that Sara and I wanted to clean the sides too, so we popped off all the keys, wiped them down, and popped them back on. Sara was geekily excited when she realized you could pop off the keys. I'm not the only nerd in this apartment, just the nerdier one. Maybe we'll clean the microwave next. Never mind.

There's nothing I love more than random encounters with adorable animals. Adam has been telling me about this little black kitten that's been hanging around the house, but I didn't see her (I think it's a her) until I was out bike riding today. She ran right up to me like she'd been expecting me, and let me her and purred and purred. She's solid black and very tiny, so I named her Petite Noirette. She's also totally domesticated -- not all feral like Mary Andromeda's kittens -- which makes me wonder where she came from. I told Adam he should bring her in the house, because she's so tiny and outside she'll probably get killed by something (also saw a family of raccoons while I was out bike riding) or, more likely and possibly worse, run over by Mom. I was tempted to bring her home with me, but our big fierce dog eats little kittens for breakfast!

Young actress video clips to get excited about!
1) A special clip of Jodelle Ferland in The Twilight Saga: Eclipse. Don't get me wrong, I am not a Twilight fan, but Jodelle is a great young actress who's long been overlooked, and this is a high-profile and possibly star-making role for her.
2) The trailer for Somewhere. Okay, so this film looks very meh (or maybe that's just the fault of the ultra-boring trailer: about two lines of dialogue, no hint of a plot, and trying to scream, "Look, this film's so indie!" in our faces) but who doesn't love Elle Fanning?
3) The trailer for Ramona and Beezus. The Ramona books have been around for so long, and I'm so excited they're finally getting made into a movie! It's true that Selena Gomez looks nothing like how Beezus was described in the books, but I think Joey King makes a very good Ramona. She even looks vaguely like the old cover illustrations of Ramona that I remember from childhood. I told Sara I was looking forward to this, and she made fun of me.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)
Things that have made me happy recently:
  1. When I walk Sable around the neighborhood now, the jasmine smell is so fragrant ... which is odd, because I have yet to spot the first jasmine blossoms of the year, and I know just where to look for them.
  2. When I call Cici's to order pizza, they no longer ask for my phone number. It's possible that they just stopped asking for phone numbers entirely, but I like to think that it's just for me, since I call them about once a week.
  3. My flip-flop tan is developing nicely. I only ever go out in them when I'm walking Sable, but that makes a big difference. I will post pictures eventually. (I also have a slighter sleeve tan on my arms, but that one I'm not proud of.)
  4. I have found a copy of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's cover of "Noe, Noe!" on YouTube. It's an extremely beautiful but mostly unknown Christmas song that I first heard when I attended Midnight Mass on a whim on Christmas Eve 2008. When I burned my Christmas CD last December, I almost cried over not being able to find a copy of it, and wanting to hear it again was the main reason I went back to Midnight Mass that year (I'm going to hell, I know). When I found it on YouTube last week, I immediately downloaded it onto my iPod, so now I'll have a permanent copy! The Mormon Tabernacle Choir is awesome!
rebecca_in_blue: (stiff shoulders)
Our pilot light somehow went out last night, causing our heater to shut down. When I woke up, everything in the apartment was like ice. (I am not exaggerating.) I threw a blanket over Sable, relit the pilot light, cranked up the heater, and got back in bed until it was -- well, not warm, but less cold. I can't wait until this damned cold weather is over. Sable shit all over the floor a few days ago, probably because the weather was so terrible (cold and wet and windy) that he didn't want to go out. Either that, or he's so old that his plumbing doesn't work anymore. And I really hope it's not the latter, because I can't deal with that.

I am a tiny bit excited that the Saints are going to the Superbowl, but I also will be very happy when it's over and everyone stops talking about it. A lot of my customers today were wearing Saints shirts and/or black-and-gold Mardi Gras beads. I'm scheduled to close tomorrow, no doubt because my managers knew that I don't pay attention to football and wouldn't care.

I had a dream a few days ago that one of my managers -- one of my nicest managers, actually -- went drunk-driving and crashed his car into our apartment building (or a house nearby, I can't quite remember). He was okay even though he was covered in blood, and when he saw me, he slurred, "Rebecca, you can't tell anyone at work about this!" I began to suspect I was dreaming at that point, because he's the last co-worker I'd expect that from. I told him about it at work the next day -- which I maybe shouldn't have done, in retrospect -- and he was weirded out.

rebecca_in_blue: (pursed lips)

Sara and I have been very caught up in Conan O'Brien's late-night drama. We watched his show every night this week, and I'm almost tempted to watch Leno's first show back just to boo him when he enters. (Seriously, has anybody ever liked that douchebag, or found him funny? Even Carson didn't want him to get the show!) Conan's farewell show last night was surprisingly heartfelt and touching. I've been watching him since I was about 12, and I still have a fan letter that I wrote to him when I was 14 (but never mailed, and thank goodness for that, because it's horrifyingly badly-written and cheesey).

This week I finally did what I've been meaning to do for so long and opened a CD. I got a damn good rate on it, and it matures in just six months! It's the first real step I've taken to me and Sara buying a second vehicle. Even if I have to roll pennies and collect cans every day -- and I probably will -- I really want to make this happen. (Besides, as long as Grandma is still alive, there's no way I'll ever go hungry. She called me today begging me to come over and eat spaghetti. Unfortunately I was stuck at work all day, but maybe tomorrow.) Sharing the truck between us has been so damn hard, sometimes I just want to cry. I mean, how are we supposed to go anywhere or do anything when just getting to and from work is hard?

Tonight I finished reading Crow Lake, this good book Sara forced me to read lent me. Next I'd really like to read Plain Beautiful, which is a biography of former child actress Peggy Ann Garner that gotten some good reviews, but I can't find a cheap copy of it. Maybe I'll buy it with my tax refund. It feels a lot closer than it seems, because the tax software at our store has been selling like crazy. I usually wait until April to file mine. Are the pants I bought for work tax deductible?

P.S. Okay, Jay Leno has one (one!) endearing quality. He's done some super adorable interviews with Abigail Breslin.
rebecca_in_blue: (happy)
Right now I'm boiling myself some eggs for a late supper, and as they're still bubbling in the pot, I went to Google to find out how I'm supposed to know when they're done. I started to type in "how to tell if eggs are boiled" and got as far as "how to tell..." when Google gave me these suggestions:

...if a guy likes you
...if a girl likes you
...if someone is lying
...if you're pregnant
...if a girl is a virgin
...a guy you like him
...a girl you like her
...someone you love them
...if a diamond is real
...if your cat is plotting to kill you

Haha, I love it! What great suggestions, especially if anyone should happen to be wondering whether a girl they know is pregnant and a virgin and how to tell her they like her and whether a diamond she gave them is real and if she's lying about where she got said diamond!

rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)

I've been meaning to buy a computer desk from work for months, but I kept putting it off. I'm a pro at putting things off for no real reason. But last night I worked a close and finally bought one. The sweet thing is, it originally cost $50 but I got it for $18! It was on sale for $45, and I had a 10% employee discount, a $10 coupon, and a $14 gift card.

Today I was off, so I did my laundry and put the desk together. I did almost all of it by myself, I just had to call my uncle to help me with the last step. Our computer had been sitting on a flimsy card table that we bought from Wal-Mart back in... geez, I guess it must have been back in 2005, when we got the computer. It was not made to hold a computer and didn't do it well. This desk is so much nicer. I'm sitting at it right now and I fucking love it, and it's amazing the effect it has on the whole room.

I was looking up info on child actresses earlier today and discovered this photo:

It's Lindsay Lohan and Mischa Barton in 1994. They both worked as child models before they became famous and apparently did a photoshoot together. It's kinda weird to see them so young and innocent.

rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)

I finally made it to Goodwill today and bought myself two pairs of jeans. I had gotten down to only one good pair of jean pants, and I pretty much don't go out in anything but. The only problem is that they're terribly stiff, so I've been doing squats and stuff in them to break them in.

While at Goodwill, I also found two movies with child actresses: Miracle on 34th Street (1947), with Natalie Wood, and Miracle on 34th Street (1994), with Mara Wilson. The original is probably my all-time favorite Christmas movie. The remake I haven't seen in a long time, but from what I remember, it wasn't nearly as good. (But isn't that always the case with remakes?) It seemed to be more of dubbed-down kiddie movie, while the original was more of an adult drama. I plan to watch each on the actresses' upcoming birthdays: Natalie Wood would be 71 on July 20, and Mara Wilson will be 22 on July 24.

In similar news, OMG I've got to see this movie! Maybe it'll come to

Elle Fanning in Phoebe in Wonderland )

I seem to have lost my sunglasses. I hate to buy a new pair (because I'm sure that as soon as I buy a new one, I'll find the pair I lost) but I'll just have to break down and do it, because bike-riding without sunglasses is brutal. I'm trying to wear white shirts only now when I go bike-riding. I had to ride to work early yesterday morning, and Tuesday is trash day in our part of town. Do you know what a bike ride on trash day smells like? Seriously? The Paris metro.
rebecca_in_blue: (trembling hand)

That is a very big deal for me, and a very good sign. Maybe all that barfing I did last month was just a phase. Man, I hope.

Earlier this week I had a very vivid, scary dream. I'm at home, sitting at the computer and looking up stuff on child actresses, when Sara comes home from work and says, "Did you hear the news? Sarah Palin is president!" We turn on the TV and there's Palin in the Oval Office. Sara says that some people didn't like what Obama was doing, so he got thrown out of office, and Palin was sworn in. What was weird was that I was the only one who thought it was weird. I kept saying that US presidents couldn't just be fired for no good reason, and everybody else kept telling me that yes they could. I was so relieved when I woke up and Obama was still president.

I finally bought one of the reusable tote bags we sell in the store. I went shopping with it yesterday, fit nearly $20 worth of groceries in it, and didn't use one plastic bag. Working retail has really made me realize how quickly we go through those things. I try to recycle them, but even I'm incredibly wasteful.

Yesterday at work was very stressy. We were out one stocker, I was training new people, we were still in mystery shop mode, and a clever bunch of jackholes ripped us off about $2300 worth of toner. I'm off this week, but I have to go in tomorrow morning for a meeting about our last mystery shop score. (We got a 44... out of 100.) And I need to give Sable a bath tomorrow. I meant to do it this morning, but I made a YouTube video instead.

There is more to say, but I will say it later.


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