Which new friendship formed in 2008 is the most special to you? How did that person come into your life?
Awwww, I wish I had something nice and cute and warm and fuzzy to put here, but I don't.
So, thanks, Vox, for reminding me that Miami is a vicious place where I don't fit in. I love you too.
In a year of more bads than goods, honestly, I'm glad to see it go.
As I was driving in to work this morning, I finally came to the realization that I really miss performing.
It's funny, because I'm hardly what you'd call an attention whore, but there's just something about the stage that's calling me. Not even the STAGE stage. I miss that too because there's nothing like pre-performace butterflies and post-performace, well, glow. But I miss just being in the public. I miss bartending and being a wise-ass. I miss not taking shit from people who give shit just because they thought they could.
Now I live in a bottle, taking shit from nearly everyone because they can and because I have no choice. Well, my bottle is filled to the rim with shit and I'm just barely keeping my head out of it. 2009 = the time to put on my steel toe boots and kick the shit out of this bottle.
Will the shattered glass cause some problems? Probably, but I guess it's a chance I'll have to take because my sanity and my happiness are more important than this paycheck.
I've been working for nearly half my life and I have NEVER felt this way about a job before. Never. Soul-sucking is an understatement. Every second that passes is one I'll never get back and will have been wasted because I'm only taking up space here.
2009 is going to have to be better. And it will be. I'm going to do what Picard says. "Make it so, Number One."
I can't fix it all, but there is a lot I can and will do. A New Year's Resolution? No, not so much. Let's take it one month at a time, shall we?
January brings the first steps back to the stage. I MUST get back in performance shape. The universe is cooperating with a free gym membership for a month and a month of yoga. By the time I leave for Park City, I MUST BE BACK IN SHAPE. That means lifting. That means cardio. That means stretching. That means getting off my lazy ass, breaking the bottle and getting the dirt off my shoulder.
Come along for the ride or get out of the way because come 1/31/09, this freight train will be full steam ahead and those who try to stop me will just get run over.
Show us your favorite present.
One child-free week (that includes NYE!) courtesy of MommaShyner.
Now that I have almost everyone trained to give me a gift card to a bookstore for any present-giving event, I'm looking for suggestions. I have a "typical" read, but am always willing to check out something new. So, neighbors, if you don't mind, tell me your top two or three (or five or however many you want) books. PLEASE. 🙂
As you may know, I have the ultimate pleasure of working on Miami Beach. No, that last sentence wasn't laced with sarcasm. And no, the second sentence wasn't a total lie.
Today, I needed to visit Mr. ATM and then grab a snack.
Roboco came along for the trip and as we were coming out of the location with the ATM, one of the Duck Tour buses came by. It is tourist season so the bus was loaded down, as was the sidewalk corner where we were standing waiting to cross.
This snippet of tour guide-y-ness came floating through the air: "This is Lincoln Road. Lincoln Road is one of the BEST open-air malls in the US."
To which my response was: Who's he telling that lie to?
Originally meant as an aside to Roboco, others on the sidewalk got a good giggle out of it too.
But wait! There's more!!
There are some guys, hood rats, for lack of a better term, that are always standing on a certain corner trying to get people to buy stuff in the name of Wu. I like Wu and all, I just get tired of these guys. Why? Because EVERY. TIME. I. WALK. BY. THEY. FEEL. THAT. THEY. HAVE. TO. TALK. TO. ME!
Only me. Every time. And always ignoring whomever I am with, I am supposing, because of everyone else's lack of black.
Happy holidays and all, but I'm not in the mood to hear what you have to say today. So, with my head down and walking fast and trying so hard to NOT make eye contact, I push forward. Doesn't matter. I think it goes a little something like this:
Wu-dude: Hey ma, you heard of Wu-Tang?
Me: <sigh> Yeah. <keep walking>
Wu-dude: Let me tell you about…
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Wu-dude: But come on…
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Wu-dude: But I'm in a magazine, I just wanna show you…
ME: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Roboco: <uncontrollable giggles>
Seriously, I don't know why they keep trying. Nothing against Wu, but they have enough money to support me for life. They don't need my support.
And besides, Lovey does enough supporting for both of us.
Another day on the beach. Brought to you by the words "no", "wu", and "bretzel".