It's 9am and I'm still the only one up.  Too bad I no longer seem to have the ability to use that time to sleep more myself!  I can't imagine what Ro and Lan did together yesterday that has her still snoozing.  I've been sorting through my organizer some more, in the unending quest to fit in bills, chores, meals, work, sitters, and workouts without conflict.  I got paid yesterday, which is a great big wootywoot.  Makes me feel a bit less bummish to have a paycheck stub in my purse.  Target ones are so hokey!  Even the checks are covered in those bright red bullseye logos.  Lookit me!  I work at Target!  Unfortunately the whole darn check is already spent.  Stupid bills. 
It's actually been a great week on the job front here.  Eric got a second job at the Movie Tavern, so he'll be able to start paying rent again.  I dunno if you have those in LA; I've never seen one.  I know we took Bobby and Vanessa once.  You get a server and order a real meal while you watch the movie.  We have one by our house, and while the idea is awesome, the servers are always horrific.  I think Eric will get amazing tips as people are pleasently surprised by his competence.  Course now the poor guy is working seven days a week, just like on the cruiseship.  I feel really bad that he has to do that, but I tell myself it's his choice.  He wanted to still keep the Gamestop job even though it's only one or two days a week because he liked the perks.  But we couldn't keep afloat with a one day a week paycheck!  I miss having him around too.  I got used to having him on my couch all day.  I loved the company.
My dad has also finally gotten a job.  I can not express what a huge relief that is to our whole family.  Poor guy's been unemployed and trying to stay afloat with one time gigs for two years now.  He's working at a university managing their theater.  No teaching or anything like that, just actual theater managment - everything from ticket sales to making sure the visiting dancing troup has hemp towels.  It's interesting to me that they hired someone for that.  At LaTech we just used the free grad student slave labor.  It's certainly a stretch from NBC5, but he's always seemed really interested in that aspect of my own college experience.  I think not only will he do great, but he'll enjoy himself.  Plus he'll get all the university holidays off. 
It's after nine, and Rowen's stirring.  Time to clean out the kitcchen cupboards, marinate lunch, do my workout, and start some laundry before I head off to Starbucks.  Bizy bizy bizy...

How did one hour's time change give me so much extra time?!  I've gotten a surprising amount of stuff done today.  Granted, I wasn't scheduled to work, and that always helps.  I'm back to my previous MO of running around on my days off trying to get to everything.  But I'm actually feeling done.  And it's only four!  It's like someone picked up the "S" and the "Y" with their giant fingertips and streeetched Sunday out. 

Lanham's watching anime behind me, and there is a lot of shrieking.  Seems everyone thinks that everyone else is a murderer while overlooking murders they themselves committed.  It's sort of like kindergarten with ninjas.  Ninja Kindergarten.  Now there is an anime I would watch. 

So now it's time for the holidays.  My mom and dad are coming over to our house for Thanksgiving this year.  Sigh.  I just know Mom's going to say something arch about eating a helpless turkey and then Lanham won't be able to help saying something back.    At least I have tv this year and can watch the parade!  I used to love the parade.  I love that at least once a year, people still dance in the streets.  Sure they're proffesional broadway folk.  But it's happening.  One of my greatest fantasies is being downtown, any downtown, on an average day, and starting a dance in the streets.  I think I need more charisma first.  And preferably a band.  And possibly airborn narcotics for the crowd.  It's a work in progress.  It'll probably happen about the same time I manage to sing on a jazz piano in a red sequin dress...

Well happy November all.  Can't wait to see what happens this month...

Dis is Hadaween dis is Hadaween punkins scweam inna dearda night

My biggest regret this Halloween is that Rowen watched The Nightmare Before Christmas, her favorite movie, so much that it's scratched beyond watching.  We watched Young Frankenstein and The Corpse Bride instead, which is also fun, but I miss Jack.  

We took Rowen to pick out a costume and she chose a dragon suite.  Huh.  She's going to get a lot of  "what a cute little boy" since her hair is covered up by the outfit.  It doesn't bother me, but I'm curious to see if she'll notice or correct.  My new favorite Rowen story right now is seeing her run through the house, brandishing her stick "sword", and crying "Don't worry prince!  I'll save you!" 
Damn straight. 

Rowen's Godmother Lauren and her boyfriend John are trick or treating with us tomorrow.  This has turned into something of a life marker for both of us.  When I was little, I lived in a crappy neighborhood, so every Halloween, we would drive to Lauren's house in a nicer area and trick or treat with them, and then come back to the house for Little Ceasar's pizza.  This year, we're doing the same thing with Ro, still at her Mom's house, still Little Ceasar's.  The circle of Halloween life continues.  They're going as pirates.  Lan is borrowing his dad's gear and going as a cowboy.  I still have no earthly idea what I'm going to be.  As luck would have it, I get paid the week after Halloween, so storebought is out.  Any ideas I have come up involve more prep time than I'll have.  I'll be working tomorrow, then coming home and throwing costumes on everyone.  Sigh.  I pray the genius creativity of the legendary Hannah May costumistress would visit me this day. 

Tonight we're carving pumpkins. 

After that will be complicated holliday juggling feats of work and sitters and a recently finalized divorce in the Grandparent set.  I think maybe that's why Halloween is my favorite holiday.  It has all the dressing up and magic and decoration, without much in the way of family nonsense. 

I just did my weekly planning.  I started using my gmail calender because the paper ones were getting covered in chicken scratch.  Cutting, copying, and deleting are more legible, if slightly more time consuming.  These days I have to track my work schedule, Lanham's work schedule, Eric's work schedule, Rowen's sitter times and people, along with any days sitters have told me they aren't available, my chores, when I can work out, and a meal plan for Lan's picky tum.  Sigh.  If I ever manage to go back and get my degree, at least my brain will be in good shape.  

Speaking of which, it's nap time for Ro and then yoga time for me.  How American am I that I wish there was a faster way to do Yoga?!

I... am... pooped.  Pooped but positive.  Work is still in the training stage, and will be through at least part of next week.  There is a lot, and I mean a lot, of training.  Had I known Starbucks trained this much about coffee, I would have been banging on the door!  OK so it's a lot of work, and my brain is fried, but whoda thunk I could actually learn stuff from Mr. Big Bad and Pretentious Corporation?  I'm having fun!  I've actually spent several hours learning how to taste test properly, and then taste testing and critiquing.  Cool. 
Course my family and I have gotten accustomed to a certain standard of living, and trying not to backslide has been pretty exhausting too.  I'm still trying to stay on top of the house, and all the meals, and the workouts.  My enthusiasm for working out has especially waned.  But since I'm in the rest week before phase three, now is a really bad time to quit.  Sigh. 
In other news, I'm so excited and proud and touched by the wonderful news from Erin and Carl.  Welcome to the world baby Adam!  I wish I could head down there now, but with a brand new job, that's not really doable.  I hope to come down in a few months, maybe after Christmas is over and work slows, and be a free babysitter or something.  In the meantime, my love to the new little family.  
And finally in Emily news, Rowen has picked out her outfit for Halloween.  She picked a dragon costume and delights in wearing it and "raaah"ing at people.  I love that little girl.  

Ramsey's had his ups and downs over the years.  In 2006, he got a virus, and in order to rehabilitate, he had to be wiped.  I put it off for some time, even though he was non-functional, because I hated to hit the "kill button" that would wipe it all.  My scripts, college notes, foolish pictures...  I was already on my way out, and I felt like I was cutting the thread between my college years and an unknown future.  Eventually though, it happened.  I re-installed, re-customized, and got back together with him.  

I recently bumped the keyboard and inadvertently saved a video somewhere with a nonsense file name.  I've been trying to find the darn thing, and yesterday I had time to kill, so I just ran a system wide search for videos, since I shouldn't have that many.  What turned up were the usual Rowen baby vids, the missing video, and a set of Firefly episodes streamed to me before Ramsey'd been wiped.  WTF?  I looked up the location, retraced it, and found... everything.  It was hidden in a sub file in a weird place that I hadn't ever even bothered to look through.  All my old Frothy Monkey pics, my Shakespeare paper, theater projects, Lilly's photo shoot from like 2004...  Plus a bunch of stuff was in there that I'd re-uploaded after the wipe.  No wonder Ramsey's memory is so small.  No wonder the poor guy's been a bit arthritic.  So I've spent the whole afternoon reminising, cleaning out, uninstalling, and defragging.  I want pationately to end this amazing evening with a trip to Sundown.  After so many memories, I feel the only thing that can really do the day justice is a Newcastle on the patio.  And if I had more gas in the tank I'd be this close to driving down tonight and then driving back.  Barring that, I'm drinking the last Guiness from the fridge, smiling, listening to an old Brandt Cooley track, and clicking through what I've found...

Orientation Tuesday at 5pm.  I am a Starbucksing Targeteer.

I love crowds.  I think I'm secretly touchy-feely to that point of creepiness, and just barely keeping it in check.  I love hugs, sure.  But I love crowds, and being jostled, and bumping into people, even things.  I swear that's why I hit doorways.  I love moshpits and cuddling with equal passion.  I think it's even partly why I love to fight.  Have fun with that one Mr. Psych!  "So vat jur sayink iz ju fight zo jur opponent vill touch ju?  Eeenterestink..." 

I bring this up because I am hungry for a big crowded area, but lacking the funds or appropriate friends to do so.  I live in DFW.  It should not be hard to find a club or bar packed to explosion.  Unfortunately this sounds like Lanhams worst nightmare apart from sharks.  And I just barely kind of got a job with paychecks still weeks away.  Plus the only local friend I have that would go do stuff like that with me is my sweet little wild child Derek, who haunts the gay district in Dallas.  And while going to a gay bar is one of the things on my list of things to do before I'm 83, it's a sign of my increasing age that I don't want to go all the way to Dallas to party and then have to drive home.  I'm my own monkey wrench.  Give it a few more weeks though, and I may be giving Derek a call.  

Third interview this morning.  I've got the job with the proviso that I pass the background check and the pee test.  So I've got the job heh.  I've never had to take a drug test ever somehow.  It was interesting.  No flushing, no washing, initial initial initial, ok now you can wash, check the pee temperature...  Seems like a lot of creative people have tried to get around things in the past. 
Target orientations are only once a week on tuesdays, so most likely I won't start work until next week which is fine because this weekend is Lan and I's anniversary and we have plans anywho.  

I'm kind of excited.  I know I'll feel a little less panicky with my own paycheck coming in again, and I can't wait to play with the big machines.  The Starbucks espresso machine is to me what a forklift is to men.  Hur hur hur.  

You , darkness, of whom I am born --

I love you more than the flame
that limits the world
to the circle it illumines
and excludes all the rest

But the dark embraces everthing
shapes and shadows, creatures and me,
people, nations -- just as they are.

It lets me imagine
a great presence stirring beside me.

I believe in the night.


Rainer Maria Rilke

Went to the interview.  Got called in for interview number two.  Now I'm up to interview number three, which cannot done until Monday when their head of staff or whatever is scheduled again.  So that gives all the other places I've applied at three days to call begging for me.  Heh.  I think it went pretty well.  It sounds like Starbucks is an anal bitch with their contract stores like Target.  Everything must be by the book and they get checked up on regularly.  Still, with as many stores and stores within stores as they have, you kind of have to be a control freak just to maintain consistency.  We'll see how everything goes.  I got warning about a couple things including Black Friday (I'd be there at 4 am) and extended holiday hours (Target will be open till midnight).  But unlike last year, I would not be salary and thus would be paid for the crappy hours. 
I think this could be a good thing.  Target discounts are nothing to sneeze at, and if I do later want to move on, I bet it's easier to get a job at another Starbucks if you've already done their training, which is long and detailed.  Now I just have to wait until Monday.  

I haven't had tv much over the years.  I never saw the last Friends episode.  Heck I never watched Friends.  I missed all the big baby moments, cancer reveals, final shows.  Tonight, my roommate my husband and I got together on the couch and watched Pam and Jim get married on the Office.  It wasn't earth shattering.  But I felt imense satisfaction knowing that for once I was in on it.  I may still have never seen half the stuff I'm supposed to have already been exposed to as an American Citizen.  But tonight, I was on the right couch at the right time.  

Also, I finally got a call back.  It's for the Starbucks in the Target by my house.  Not the most glamorous job ever, but it's coffee, it's near my house, and we'd get a Target discount which is nothing to sneeze at.  Especially since Christmas was one of the reasons I wanted to work in the first place.  

Here's hoping. 

I have now filled out applications to Starbuckses in Targets.  This is getting silly.

Just to spite, I made sure to drink a competitor's coffee while I filled out the astoundingly in depth online application complete with a 30 question multiple choice about my personality.  

Take that!  But still hire me. 

Today has been an exciting day.  First, Rowen didn't come into our room last night so I got a full eight hours.  Then, I got a brand new work out with new lame Tony jokes.  It's the second phase of my P90X and the only new routine is chest, shoulders, and triceps.  It's sad that I'm so relieved to hear new though equally lame Tony comments.  It was kind of a bummer because I had been doing shoulders and arms and had gotten pretty good, just up to the next set of weights.  Now I suck all over again and had to concede to the previous set.  Still exciting though, if painful.  Finally it's October 1st, and I can finally allow myself to put up the Halloween decorations!  Rowen and I spent all morning playing with eyeballs and other similar mother daughter bondings.  That's normal right?  I've decided my decorations, though awesome and treasured and well loved, are a bit ghoulish for a two year old.  Willie the talking pirate skull in particular freaks her out, and I had to mount it high enough that the only way to set him off is to jump or wave.  Target has a younger and more colorful line of Halloween stuff that is still quirky enough to avoid tooth aching cuteness, and I think I will be investing in some if I get a job soon.  It's funny the things that don't feak her out though.  The eyeballs for one, or the goopy bloody handprints I stuck to the window.  She thinks they're funny.  It reminds me of when she was a little six month old watching Daddy play God of War and lauging as the demon dogs yelped and died.  Granted as soon as I saw that I banned God of War during baby shift.  But sometimes I think she's got more than a little of my humor.  

Tonight I'm making spiced tea and pumpkin risotto.  Happy Fall!

I bought my first lotto ticket with the vague idea of destressing Lanham and bailing my dad out.  I did not in fact win the lotto.  There are plenty of other ways to destress Lanham (hur hur) but I still wish I could bail out my dad.  
The good news is that's the only bad news.  I am ready to rock this trip.  I've been doubling up on chores, making lists, and listening to Bobby's music because it's more awesome than mine.  Plus after KempoX  earlier today I am officially in my break week and on my way to phase two.  I have actual muscles you can feel.  Awesome.  Not too mention that means break week is the same time as trip week which is serendipitus indeed.  I don't want to lug a chin up bar everywhere. 

I've been a little irritated by my circular weight pattern recently.  I loose and gain roughly three pounds daily, with no further loss.  True my clothes are getting less tight so I comfort myself with the hope that it's muscle weight.  However, given that I'm about to go on vacation and probably dash madly away from my diet on several occasions, I thought it might not be a bad idea to be proactive and try and lose a couple ahead of time.  I did my usual emergency juice thing, and that would normally do the trick if my mom didn't call asking about my cake tonight.  Riiight I forget we were going over there tonight for my birthday.  And she's fixing me mashed potatoes.  And cake.  Hmmm.  This could be the spanner in my juice.  
Whatever.  Even if I do gain some Louisiana tummy this week, I'm still doing my workout, I've still got two phases left in P90X, and hopefully I can get rid of it with time.  Bring on the cake Mom.  Er, make it a thin slice?

I'm being nagged by my own lj site. 

Today should be the (pathetically) record breaking first day of my third week in P90X.  And I'm sitting here trying to put it off because my head is pounding and the coffee I drank to make it better has upset my stomach.  That alone is enough to make me clean up my act and look for the second coming, but I digress.  Anyway here I am trying to rationalize my way out, and the friggin advertising banner is a P90X ad with a flabby man magicking into a ripped one.  Sigh.  

On the one hand I have a quivering tummy and a pounding headache.
On the other hand I haven't had coffee in days because it didn't sound good and now that I've drank some I feel sick.  Thus the end is nigh.  And only the fit survive the end days.  And I  can't be fit if I don't work out.  

Damn. 

still... sick...

Rescue Grandpa came by and picked up Ro for the day.  I took the random pill of the day, and now I'm debating crawling into bed or trying to get done some of the stuff that's been sliding this week.  Laudry's piling up, Rowen's room looks like I had octoplets, dishes in the sink look like Jenga and there is no humorous way to describe my bathroom.  The pills on the other hand are funny.  When I got sick for two months straight back in Nov and Dec, I bought all kinds of brands waiting for the one that would work.  Now I have boxes and bottles with one or two doses left, and I'm just cleaning out the medicine cabinet so to speak.  This morning I had alkaseltser day time, and that is revolting.  I nearly threw up, which would have added another symptom to my laundry list.  If things aren't better by tonight, I'm bringing out the big guns.  Yes, alcohol.  Whiskey toddies and tequila in orange juice.  Worst case scenario, I get a hangover that cancels out my other symptoms.  Best case, my Mexican Kitchen Buddies have been right all along.  

*frowns* wait, am I out of whiskey?  Drat.  I think I'm out of whiskey.  

I didn't work out yesterday.  I have a sore throught and a headache and the accompanying depressive attitude.  Has not gone away today.  Every time I start this P90X thingy, the second week I get some kind of injury or something and get de-railed.  I have started the dratted program 5 times.  Just once I'd like to make it to the second stage.  So today I have promised myself I will go do it, even though today is legs, back, and abb ripper (cringe).  I am not really stoked about this. 

I've taken to watching more of my old favorite movies.  Not coincidentally these usually feature athletic and beautiful super women, kung fu, and guns.  Aeon Flux, UltraViolet, Serenity, etc.  I have a streak of competitiveness, though it's burried deep.  Filling my head with that sort of Holywood Brainwash while dreaming of the day when I can succesfully defend myself with ease against hordes hungering for my brains is exactly the kind of foolish motivation that works for me.  It's immature, but it's the truth.  

But I don't waaana use the pullup bar.  

Get out there and pull your enormous butt up by your scrawny arms now

Fine.  Meanie.

My phone started ringing off the hook with 8 min left on my workout.  After two calls I paused the dvd and answered the "emergency".  The emergency was a snippy husband with something that certainly could have waited until I was done.  Now I too am irritable, I couldn't even finish the workout.  This is no way to start a morning.  I am currently trying to convince myself that this is good.  At least I didn't want to be interupted, as opposed to leaping for the opportunity to stop.  I am also promising myself that a shower and a strong cup of coffee will repair and reset.  I hope I'm right.  Right now, I'm still in the highly unusual state of fighting mad.