shannypants rants

Fashion Show

2009-04-21T21:12:00.000-07:00

So my cousin has been buggin me to blog about my fashion show, which I am ashamed to admit, should have been blogged about without prompting. Here's the scoop:

I applied for a grant from the Junior League of Las Vegas for a $1000 grant to enhance the "Vegas Runway" projects I do in my advanced fashion classes. I crossed my fingers, but did not hold my breath, as I doubted anyone would take the project seriously. Well, the grant was declined. Not surprised, I vowed to continue with the project anyway, and just figure out how to do it with little or no money.

About a month later, I get a call, from a Junior Leaguer, who just happened to be the head songleader and homecoming queen my freshman year in high school! Oh yeah, and she was my IDOL. Well, my idol figured out how to fund the project through the Junior League a different way, which was great, until she told me she wanted us to make 20 evening gowns. My mind's thinking "over my dead body" and my mouth says "ok, we'll do it."

$1000 and 19 evening gowns later, (one kid dropped my class) I was near exhaustion, but had fairy godmothers in the form of Junior Leaguers to keep me going. They coordinated a fashion show at the FASHION SHOW MALL on the REAL fashion show stage (it's on hydraulics and comes up from underground, folks!) They coordinated press right and left (one on campus and one in-studio interview,) had professional judges, photographers, etc. lined up. These kids even got their hair and make up done (never mind that half of them brushed it out and washed it off before they ever made it down the runway.) This production was everything I could have dreamed of, but would never have been able to pull off because I lack an important tool called an "administrative assistant."

Anyway, the show was amazing. All sorts of peeps came out to support. All my friends from NACTE and the CTE department came, former students came, even my swing dancing friend Lenny was there! My old pal Jason Outlaw emceed, which was nice, and it was one of the few parts of the fashion show I contributed to (besides nagging I mean coaching the kids, of course.) My mom, Aunt Mitzi and Michelle came, even my best friend from high school (who, ironically also idolized said Junior Leaguer in high school.) The whole Smith family came, as did the entire Brockett family....in fact Mrs. Brockett (my principal) FLEW IN from San Diego just for my event, then turned right around and flew back out. Who has a cooler boss than that?

Some show highlights: The first three models, the "Teacher Challenge" winners. Mr. Schmidt, Ms. Liggett and Ms. Hartman looked amazing as the stage rose up from underground. I have to say, I think that was my favorite part. They were such good sports for participating like that. Mr. Schmidt even got a fake tan for the occasion. After that, all 19 kids came out in their dresses. It was unbelievable how much confidence they showed (I know they were nervous!) Finally, the three "Recycle and Reuse Challenge" winners came out. The judges deliberated and I tell you, it was anybody's game. It was strange for me, sitting there not knowing who won, because I always know who won, I tally the votes! The winners were: (I'll add photos later)

Best Catwalk: Lupita Wence
Most Creative: Jimi Urquiaga
3rd Place: Breana Schuler
2nd Place: Lissette Serrano
1st Place: Ruth Wittig

I couldn't have been happier with the results. If you had asked me who I thought the judges would pick, I probably would have told you those three. Any one of those dresses could have been spotted on a star walking the red carpet.

There you have it. I'm glad it's over and while I'd love to say I'll never do it again, of course I will, as long as the Jr. League is involved and hands over some cash for materials....

Inadequacies as a Seamstress

2009-02-17T20:17:00.000-08:00

So for the second time in three or four years, I've had a student surpass my abilities as a seamstress. It will take years before they catch up to my hours of experience, but having sewn in class for 45 minutes a day, 180 days a year for three years, PLUS whatever they do at home, these girls have left me in the dust. Technically, their skills far surpass mine. What is a teacher to do when posed with this dilemma?

I am taking a break from reading up on a subject I need to cover with one of these students tomorrow. Specifially, installing an invisible zipper. I've never done it. I guess I could figure it out, but even if I did, it would take a couple of tries to get it perfect. Not to mention master teaching it. My student has to put one in an EVENING GOWN. No chance for error, here. I started calling my seamstress friends to see who can help me out. We'll see where that leads....

Anyway, I guess it's high time I either decide to become a better seamstress, or stop raising the bar in class. I have the standards set higher every year, and every year kids keep jumping to them. Some won't, but they are the ones who jump for no one. I suppose it's time to raise the bar on myself.

Ode To My Favorite Soap

2009-01-15T21:40:00.000-08:00

Day in and day out, like a nagging refrain,
I hear: "Ms. Sheldon, please help me, remove this darn stain!"

So I calm down the nerves and I offer up hope
by recommending the dependable Fels-Naptha Soap.

Follow the directions and be delighted to find
that your pesky old stain will be gone in no time!

I hope that my message brings you some cheer,
as well as a happy and safe stain-free year!

Attached to bars of Fels-Naptha and given as holiday gifts....

Six Months Since

2008-12-13T20:57:00.000-08:00

It's been six months since my last blog post. Six months since I've moved into the new apartment. Six months and the apartment still feels "new." I still have boxes stacked around. I am still not settled into my "new" sewing room. I am simply not settled. Quite contrary. Unsettled is a great word to describe how I feel right down to the depths of my chest. It's almost painful.

I decided to post again because recently I've been getting a lot of questions about my experience. So here are a couple of highlights from the last six months:

1) I finally received my last insurance payment. They threw out about $2500 worth of food and belongings. The payments came in three or four installments. I replaced most of what they threw away/ruined (I got a great new bedspread after the drycleaners ruined mine.)

2) The drycleaners left a lot to be desired. They ruined so much of my stuff, including my fabulous peacock costume! Not to mention, they lost all the pins and medals off my letterman's sweater. Simply irreplacable! I couldn't begin to place a dollar value on it. One of the pins was my mother's high school pin. What can you do?

3) Kitty loves the new place. We've been in this place about 4 times longer than the burned apartment, and he is more comfortable here than he was in the last two places. I promised him we would stay here for a long while.

I guess, officially, the ordeal is over. But I am forever changed. I don't leave the dryer on when I leave the house. I check and double check to make sure the iron is unplugged. I go back in the house to ensure the flat iron is turned off. It makes me nervous just to cook or burn a candle. Seing people barbeque gives me the creeps. And now I am enraged for a different reason when some jack ass throws his cigarette on the ground. All courtesy of a smoking neighbor who was hooked to an oxygen tank. Can you say "duh?"

The Latest

2008-06-15T21:50:00.000-07:00

So here is the latest:

1) I have a new apartment. Not nearly as nice as the last one: no fire place, no built-in mircowave. No new floors in kitchen and bath. But, it's all they had. It has new carpet, so I shouldn't really complain. The washer and dryer are actually better than the ones I had; older, but bigger and better. I also met most of my neighbors and they seem very, very nice.

2) The restoration company brought back my sofa, bed, reading chair/ottoman, coffee and end tables with about 20 boxes of stuff. It smells great and looked better than new. I am very pleased with their work. I should have the remainder of my belongings, less the soft goods, by next Friday.

3) Found my Gati! I went to the shelter, and he wasn't there. In fact, they euthanize strays that are caught after three days! I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever find him. Well, on what was to be my first evening in the new apartment alone, I went out to the maintenance shed (where I had spotted strays before) with some milk and tuna fish, and started saying "Gati, your mom is looking for you." He started meowing immediately and ran right out! We sat for a while until I thought he'd let me pick him up and then we went home. He was a little confused because nothing smelled like him, but he eventually found his "hammock" and went to sleep!

4) I should be receiving my first insurance payment, for the food spoilage, in a couple of days. My refrigerator looked like a bachelors (water, cheese and mustard) and the freezer was EMPTY, but the food spoilage bill was still $420. Unbelievable.

Waiting Game

2008-06-09T16:05:00.000-07:00

So I'm in Atlanta relaxing at Jesse and Candy's, which is really, really nice. It's beautiful here, they have a gorgeous house, wonderful children and are basically just letting me "be." I'm starting to get anxious, though, that I'm not at home getting things "done."

The restoration company called my mom today and my bed is cleaned and ready to go. That is great news. The bad news? I have no place to put it. The apartment complex doesn't have a new place ready for me yet.

I checked in with the apartment complex this morning, asking about my "new" apartment, which, of course, isn't ready. It needs a new bathroom floor, and I asked, twice, for a new kitchen floor as well (my other apartment had new flooring EVERYWHERE.) Basically, I think they are blowing me off, and writing me off as a "princess" who wants everything "just so." Really, I just want it back the way it was. I think that is only fair.

So, we are now concerned that I will be charged to store my belongings as they are cleaned, since they are apparently supposed to be delivered immediately after cleaning. They put a rush on my bed so I wouldn't have to rent one, now it may end up costing me more, anyway.

Another cause for anxiety is that the cleaning and restoration has eaten up all but $5,100 of my insurance coverage. So everything that needs to be replaced needs to cost less than $5,100 or I just lose it. Needless to say, I will be increasing the insurance coverage as soon as I return home.
I'm beginning to wonder if I am able to go after the guy who started the fire (his insurance company, anyway) for the difference....my policy has coverage that kicks in if I cause a loss to someone else, maybe his does, too.

Ok I'm spent. I think I'm off for another nap.

Aftermath

2008-06-08T11:30:00.000-07:00

I have no hairbrush. No emery board. No band aides. Things you don't even realize you had in the first place. So much of my "stuff" was written off....everything under the kitchen and bathroom sinks. Anything paper or plastic. I had to get on a plane to go to a conference and the cleaners hadn't even gotten to my sewing room yet, so I don't know what was "written off" in there....I shutter to think about it. I had just bought some great storage organizers from IKEA and OfficeMax, they didn't come cheap, I might add, and I bet they are gone. I know the insurance will cut me a check to replace them, but it all seems like such a waste.

Since the textile specialist said my fabric should be written off, I went ahead and inventoried it. I was a captive audience, anyway. I had 3 hours to kill from the time the cleaning companies showed up until my friends picked me up for the airport. I used the time to save a few valuables I didn't want ANYONE touching (one of a kind photographs, jewelry, etc) and to inventory the food and fabric.

All the food, except the canned goods were a write off. I had 7 BOXES (who has 7 boxes?) of TEA alone that was now trash. Hot chocolate, spices and seasonings, cereal (5 boxes), cups of soup, cake mix, etc. got tossed. Even a brand new case of water they had me toss, since the smoke permeates plastic. Almost everything in the fridge was gone (the building went almost two days without power) and even though it looked like a bachelor's fridge, it turns out to be a sizeable amount of food when you write it all down.

It is hard to describe for you my affection for (or is that affliction with?) fabric. I always joke to people by telling them "everyone has a vice....some people drink, some smoke, some do drugs, play video games, whatever. Mine? I buy fabric. No matter how hard I try, I just can't stop. I even started working at JoAnn Fabrics at night recently, and my favorite "job" there? Folding, tucking, touching, smelling fabric. Since I have a discount, I occasionally upgrade from $1.00/yard to $10.00/yard, especially if I have a coupon. When the textile specialist walked in I picked up the first bolt I could (denim with cherries embroidered on it,) smelled it, and got choked up. I said "this cost $20....can you imagine what the entire collection cost?" I am guessing 200-300 yards of fabric...I'm not sure, I'd have to add it up. I had just purchased some fabulous fabrics in San Luis Obispo....not easily replaced.... it's not like I go there every other weekend. In fact, I had spend about $50 on oilcloth (a plasticy/vinylish fabric) that we don't even carry at JoAnn. I KNOW they will throw it away. It just pains me to think about it.

I'm in Atlanta now. I've spent the last 3 days at an amazing conference which really helped to settle my soul and get my mind off things. Last night was "Prom Night" and I dressed in a tacky 80's prom dress and won "Bessed Dressed" for which the prize was a $50 Coach Gift Card! If they only knew how much I needed it. I had to buy a new purse just to go to this conference. Not to mention suit case, socks, underwear, yada yada yada. Well, my mom bought it. What would I do without my mom? She took me right out, got me what I needed, and sent me on my way. This fire (nor Gati running away) would have kept me from my conference, and my mom made sure of that.

Jesse Gearhart is on his way to pick me up. I'm going to stay with the Gearharts for a couple of days before returning to Las Vegas to figure everything out.

I just keep telling myself "God will not give you more than you can handle" to which I always respond "then he must think I am one tough broad!"

Insurance

2008-06-06T19:52:00.000-07:00

I finally heard from the insurance company. I thought I had the best insurance around, until TWO adjusters proceded to make me feel like crap. I felt WORSE about having insurance (or not enough insurance as the case may be) after talking to them. So my mom called a supervisor and got medieval on their asses. So here is what is happening:

1) I can't return to my apartment. After further inspection, my closet and bathroom are covered in black soot. They wrote off most everything in the bathroom, right down to the brushes, hair clips, toilet paper, etc. They tried to save my fabric shower curtain. That was it. Everything else was trash.

2) I have a restoration company and a textile specialist. The resoration took everything away (and I mean everything) except for my "soft goods" which were clothes, shoes and linens. The textile company proceded to tell me all my fabric (I have HUNDREDS of yards) and even my peacock tail were write offs (i.e. trash cuz it can't be cleaned) but the restoration company is going to try and do what they can.

These two companies have packed up my every belonging and whisked it away. They will clean them, and here is the best part, MOVE IT in to a NEW apartment, if they find me one. It does take 3-4 weeks for this process to complete, so I will be out of a home base for a while.

3) Gati has not come home. I am beginning to wonder if the maintenance guys saw him, and if he will even come home. I am going to look online at shelters next to see if someone turned him in.

4) The apartment complex has an apartment for me, not as nice as the one I had, but it has new carpet (again, not as nice as the carpet I had) and it should work. It just feels weird. The floor plan is flipped and it faces south and west instead of north and east. But I guess I should be thankful they have anything. Can you believe you relocated the jack asses that started the fire before they relocated me?

I think that's all for now, I'll write more later.

Fire Update

2008-06-03T21:49:00.000-07:00

That last post is hardly legible, so apologies. I will go back and edit it later.

Anyway, today was spent phoning in the claim, waiting and waiting (and still I'm waiting) for the adjuster to call me back, buying a few new clothes, a suit case and going into work for 4 hours to catch up on my work, which incidentally, I was late on anyway.

We were allowed back in the apartments, but the lord only knows what for. There is no electricity. Everything smells of smoke. You can't even stay in the apartment long or your throat, eyes and nose start hurting.

My mom and I went in to execute the plan for saving Gati, my cat. The plan was this: take the hair from his brush, rub it all over the door mat. Put his bed outside by the door, put out food, and lastly his litterbox. My hope is that he can smell his way back with those outside. I also put some old sneakers out, thinking they might smell like me. But they probably just reek of smoke....perhaps that was a bad idea afterall.

We grabbed a laundry basket of "fresh" clothes (I had just pulled them out of the dryer before the fire) and anything from the closet that might be washable. I also grabbed a couple pair of sandals and ballet flats, hoping they would air out.

I went to school, and threw my laundry basket of whites and a couple of other things in the washer with the foods teacher's towels. It seemed to work, the clothes smelled pretty good. But then, my nose isn't exactly working very well after this entire ordeal.

I went back to the apartment, only to find the power is still off, so I can't charge my phone, which is now dead. So I take to looking for the cat. No luck. But when I walked past the maintenance area, I saw a cat run by. This is the ONLY cat I have ever seen in this complex. So I begin to wonder if maybe Gati is hanging out there, as well.

I eventually found the maintenance guys getting ready to go home, and asked if they had seen a cat in their garage. They said they have two or three. I said "mine's orange." One guy says "yeah, we have an orange mangy one," but "my" maintenance guy says "no, her cat only ran away yesterday." A third guy comes by and says what color is it? So I told him, orange. He asks "white chest?" I yelled "yes! With long hair!" He said "oh, he was here this morning scaling the fence. He's fine." At least I know he didn't go to far, and he found a cool place to hang out.

Anyway, tonight I'm back at my moms. I'm going to stay here one more night and then I'm off to Atlanta for a week. I'm concerned that Gati might try to go home by then, but I can only have neighbors look out for him, or hope he just stays in that garage. I imagine he'll come home sometime. If we ever figure out where home is.

The Fire

2008-06-02T20:34:00.000-07:00

If you're reading this, you heard my apartment building caught fire today and now I am homeless. Seriously.

At approximately 2:30 PM today, I was lying in bed reading a book, which was completely odd, because I ordinarily go home and take a nap. Anyway, Gati and I are chillin' (Gati is my cat, in case you didn't already know) and I hear what I think might be a familial dispute. It sounds like some parent is screaming at their kid as they are spanking them (might I add the kid is howling it's head off.) I initially thought "stay out of it" until it sounded like someone threw something (or someone) against a wall. So I got out of bed to look out the window to see if I needed to open a can of whoop ass on some child abuser. There was nothing to the right, but to my left, flames and smoke are shooting out of my next door neighbor's patio window about 6-8 feet away from the building!

"We gotta go!" I yelled at the cat (yes, I really said it out loud) and I ran to grab some pants and shoes. Got the pants on, grabbed a pair of shoes (can you believe they matched?) grabbed the cat, my purse and my laptop. Oh, and the book? It's still in my hand, too.

Well, the cat got away. By this time, a different neighbor is pounding on my door. I open the door, give her the laptop, toss the shoes off the balcony, throw my purse and book on the floor outside the door and go back for the cat. I figure I only had this one last chance, and if I didn't get him then, I was gonna have to leave him.

Gati had taken to hiding in the box spring of my matress after the move (we've only lived here two months.) During the move, the fabric that covers the bottom of the box spring had torn and he made himself a little hammock out of it. Well, he hid in his hammock. I couldn't reach him. So I ran around to the other side of the bed, praying he wouldn't scurry back to the other end. He didn't. I had to punch a hole in the fabric (thank god it was non-woven) and I just grabbed him. He was not happy. I ran out of the apt, grabbed everything I threw outside, then ran to the neighbor holding my laptop. When I reached her, we could see that the upstairs apartment RIGHT next door to me was completely engulfed in flames. About this time Gati scratched and writhed, peed on me, then bit me and ran away. I could do nothing but watch him run.

I got my shoes on when I realized I still had this stupid book in my hand. Well, it wasn't really a stupid book, it's "Naked" by David Sedaris, which is freaking hysterical. Patrick gave me this book about a hundred years ago for my birthday or Christmas or something like that. I needed something to read the other night so I picked it up. To my surprise there were little notes throughout the book that said thing like "You can always dance with me" and "I only wish I wrote a note as good as you," which sure are nice to see once in a while. Anyway, I digress...

Once I got the shoes on, laptop on shoulder, book in bag and found my phone, I tried to call someone to come get me or stay with me or whatever you do in times like these. Neither of the other "Musketeers" were answering. So I called my mom, but only after I looked up to see the window next to mine (um...right next, only like three feet between them) billowing with smoke. Ok, not billowing, what is worse than billowing? I tell her the building is on fire, to come get me. She can hardly hear me. I'm crying, there are sirens in the background, people are screaming and it sounds like five hairdryers are blowing on face. By now we are hearing minor explosions (aerosol cans? What explodes in a household fire, I have no idea....the apartments are all electric, so it can't be the gas lines.)

Once mom was able to decipher my sobbing, she said she'd get me when I yelled "oh, shit, MY CAR!" My car was parked right in front of this building. So I run to my car, which is being showered with ash. I start to move it when the fire trucks arrive. Lucky for me I moved it because they used that spot for the hose. Anyway, I can't sit still so I get out of the car. It's amazing how you want to see if your stuff is going up in flames or not.

Now the smoke is shooting out of that window next to mine and I can't tell if it's starting to leak out of my bedroom window. In my mind I could see the adjacent wall beginning to go up in flames, igniting my bed and linens, my clothes in the closet, etc. I was really starting to get nervous. I had to keep telling myself "it's only stuff, it's only stuff" but dammit, I had just hung pictures on the living room wall two days ago. I'd only lived here two months and now everything I owned was about to go up in flames. The guy downstairs says "I just went in and touched the walls, they are cold, they're cold" which calmed me a bit, but I knew that if my apartment didn't go up in flames, the smoke damage would be enough to wipe it out.

I finally got a hold of Kelly, who came right down. By now, I can't complete a sentence because of inhaling smoke. The police kept shooing us away...how come the smoke didn't bother them? The only thing I can think of is that I'm panting because I'm crying and I'm also breathing through my mouth. My throat hurts and I can't stop coughing. When Kelly arrives, she gets me in the paramedic van, where they put me on oxygen and take my vitals. After about 15 minutes of that nonsense, I was ready to move on.

So Kel and I go sit in her car. About this time, I see the apartment manager. I chase him down. He's like "no worries, you're in the other building," and I'm like "uh, NOT." I teased him "that last apartment complex of yours I lived in I was almost blown up by a meth lab (meth lab story later), and now this? What, was someone BBQing on their patio?" Sure enough, they were. Uh, hello, that's ILLEGAL. Can you say fire code violation? I hope they get fined, sued etc.

My mom works about one hour away. That hour flew by, especially since Kelly was with me. When she showed up, she teased Curtis, the manager, too. We tried to stay in good spirits. My mom tells me "I want you to think about how thankful you should be. There is always something to be thankful for. Now you get to go shopping for all new clothes to wear to the Ron Clark Conference." We both laughed and cried over that one. I was just laboring over my lack of professional attire for this conference. In fact, I bought a pant suit at Walmart on Saturday that I haven't even removed from the bag. Now it's probably ruined.

So almost four hours later they won't let us return. My mom convinced the police to escort me into my apartment for my medication and my "gadget bag" which contained the school video camera and digital camera. That's it. I have nothing else except all the things I ran out with. Oh, wait, not even that. The cat ran away.

I'm so worried that Gati won't find his way home. Or, if he does, I'll be at this damn conference and won't be able to let him in. He's never been outside this apartment before, so he's left his scent nowhere except the what dripped on the ground when he peed on me. I'm worried the 100 degree weather will get the best of him. I only hope he finds some water and a cool place to rest.

I've called in sick to work so I can make arrangements with the insurance company to come see how bad the place really is. The news is reporting that only four families were displaced, but they wouldn't let us back in. Since I didn't wait around I don't know if they let the other four of us back in, but I couldn't have stayed anyway, the smoke smell made your eyes water.

I imagine I'm going to stay with a friend, in a hotel or just stay with my mom. I just don't have time for the two hours of commuting that would take....I have to finish my grades at school, check out the seniors, get my room ready to lock up for the summer, and pack for the conference. I just don't know how I'm going to get it all done.

I can hardly keep my eyes open now. I am going to go to sleep. I hope I can actually get some rest and not worry about what will happen to me tomorrow. Or the next day. At least I know the day after that I'll be in Atlanta....

I'm a weirdo

2008-05-18T14:00:00.000-07:00

I count my steps as I walk. I don't even notice until I'm at 177 or something.
I play footsies with myself as I fall asleep.
I always check out the license plates on cars.
I talk in my sleep. In tongues.
The smell of some foods cooking makes me sick.
Having water splashed in my face ticks me off.
I've probably checked out your teeth, ears, skin, shoes, elbows and smell.
I could eat cereal for breakfast, lunch AND dinner.
I'll eat just about anything once.

Originally blogged on myspace September 05

Things I Hate

2008-05-18T13:54:00.000-07:00

When people pop their gum or chew it with their mouth wide open, you know, smacking it. For that matter, I hate to see anyone chewing anything with their mouth open.

People tapping, poking, pushing or bumping into me. Whether intentional or not.

Hearing the same story over and over again.

Being interrupted.

Loud noises.

Listening to an argument. Listening to screaming kids (you know, the kind in the store who don't get their way)

Hearing kids disrespect their parents. Hearing kids disrespect other adults.

Litterbugs.

Noisy neighbors.

People staring at me.

Slow computers. Slow drivers. Slow workers.

When you give someone an extra bill, like a single so you can get one big bill in change, not several little ones, and they don't get it. Duh.

When they f*ck you at the drive thru.

When people pick at their food. Picky eaters in general.

Being wrong.

Being right when it wasn't really a big deal, anyway.

Not knowing the answers on Jeopardy.

Having to repeat myself.

That kink you get in your shoulder from working on the computer too long.

Forgetting how to spell as I age. Forgetting pretty much everything as I age.

Aging.

Allergies.

Running out of stuff.

Having to go to Walmart. Especially in the heat.

That Walmart has the best prices on everything and I'm a slave to saving $$$.

Eating the last bite of ice cream.

When fountain sodas don't have the right mixture of syrup and carbonated water.

When you go to Sonic, and some jackass has used a box cutter to open the styrofoam cups (I bet the box even says not to) and cuts your cup...then they put it in the inventory anyway. You only realize it when your cup holder has filled up with cherry vanilla sludge.

When it's so hot you can't breathe.

When it's so cold it feels like someone is sticking an ice pick in your ear drum.

When my feet fall asleep.

When I wake up in the middle of the night because I'm rolling over but some body part hurts so bad (getting old sucks, folks) it brings me right out of sleep.

Computers that break. Did I say that already?

Originally blogged on myspace July 05

Things I Love

2008-05-18T13:49:00.000-07:00

Clean sheets.
A freshly made bed.
Ice cream.
Jazz. Especially the Gypsy kind.
A standing ovation. Either giving one or getting one.
Helping others.
Being creative.
April and October in Las Vegas.
Museums.
Great cinemetography, awesome sets and brilliant costumes. Not to mention smart writing.
A good book.
Eating out at a nice restaurant.
A great meal.
Men.
Tall, dark and handsome ones.
Especially the ones who smell good.
Doing a swell job.
Being recognized for a swell job.
The rain.
Seeing the sun break through the clouds.
God.
Family.
Friends.
The unconditional love of children.
Teaching.
New clothes.
Looking good.
An organized closet.
Beautiful architecture.
Spotting a shooting star.
Audrey Hepburn.
Grace Kelly.
Gene Kelly.
Learning Spanish.
Learning anything.
Spotting continuity issues in film.
Not having to drive.
A good joke.
Being silly.
Going for a dip in the pool.
Soaking in the hot tub.
Taking a long, long, bubble bath.
Telling a good story.
Having a wonderful dance.
Hitting the break.
Being dipped.
Being kissed.
Hugs.
Big hugs.
The ones where someone else lets go last.
Playing footsies.
Holding hands.
Taking a nap.
Mangoes.
Having something in common with someone.
Thrift shopping.
A good sandwich.
A good shag.
Saying "I love you".

Originally blogged on myspace September 05