Ok, so I just thought my boss asked me if I was trying to die.
What she really asked me was "Are you trying to dial."
My boss is Israeli and has a very thick accent.
I was kind of scared for a second, there.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Dear Nicole Kidman
Dear Nicole,
And I do mean "dear." I've been completely twitterpated with you since I was 12. "Far and Away" continues to be one of my favorite films, even though He's in it, and I never did like him. I think you could film yourself reading the telephone book and it would still be Oscar-worthy.
Sweetie, what's going on? I understand what you're doing, wanting to work with creative people that inspire you, but it's getting bad.
You're starting to turn into Christopher Lee- someone who's always better than the movies he picks.
I have seen almost all of your movies, and lately, they're getting bad. I miss the glory days of "Moulin Rouge" and "The Others" and "The Hours," because you were really showing people what you could do. They were good movies, and you were good in them. I wish you'd been able to do "Panic Room," because it would have been new territory for you, but, sadly, injuries kept you from that.
I love you, Nicole (not creepy, stalker-love you, but I do think you hung the moon) and I know you can do better.
It's ok to work with creative people who inspire you, but you don't have to jump at the first project they come to you with. "Stepford Wives?"
I'm so glad your personal life has turned around. Your new daughter is beautiful, you've married the one man on the planet who's as pretty as you are, and you look so happy. I'm glad you're free of Him, cuz, wow, did he jump into the deep end, and so I hope very much that this newfound happiness translates into better projects for you.
Please, please make people remember why you're great! I'm rooting for you, even when you make stinkers.
And I do mean "dear." I've been completely twitterpated with you since I was 12. "Far and Away" continues to be one of my favorite films, even though He's in it, and I never did like him. I think you could film yourself reading the telephone book and it would still be Oscar-worthy.
Sweetie, what's going on? I understand what you're doing, wanting to work with creative people that inspire you, but it's getting bad.
You're starting to turn into Christopher Lee- someone who's always better than the movies he picks.
I have seen almost all of your movies, and lately, they're getting bad. I miss the glory days of "Moulin Rouge" and "The Others" and "The Hours," because you were really showing people what you could do. They were good movies, and you were good in them. I wish you'd been able to do "Panic Room," because it would have been new territory for you, but, sadly, injuries kept you from that.
I love you, Nicole (not creepy, stalker-love you, but I do think you hung the moon) and I know you can do better.
It's ok to work with creative people who inspire you, but you don't have to jump at the first project they come to you with. "Stepford Wives?"
I'm so glad your personal life has turned around. Your new daughter is beautiful, you've married the one man on the planet who's as pretty as you are, and you look so happy. I'm glad you're free of Him, cuz, wow, did he jump into the deep end, and so I hope very much that this newfound happiness translates into better projects for you.
Please, please make people remember why you're great! I'm rooting for you, even when you make stinkers.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Dallas Sucks
Ugh.
Boy howdy, do I miss Atlanta.
Atlanta was so cool, because it had all these little pocket neighborhoods. At first glance, yes, it's all very spread out, and it is, but it's really just a collection of all these little communities. Each one has its distinct feel, and has all these little gems in it and the people in them know each other.
It ain't like that here.
I know this because I'm trying to set up a closing package for each of our buyers after the deal's closed, kind of like what we sent out from Fourteen West every month to our old buyers. Boy, am I meeting with resistance. No one knows our real estate office, even though we've been here for almost five years. No one wants to give out coupons or business cards because they don't recognize the value of setting up a community. I understand a large company not wanting to do that, because they have to go through corporate and it's a big headache. But the locally owned mom-n-pop organizations? Who thrive on word of mouth and rely on the community??
I miss Little Five and Virginia Highlands and Midtown and Decatur and Druid Hills and all.
Boy howdy, do I miss Atlanta.
Atlanta was so cool, because it had all these little pocket neighborhoods. At first glance, yes, it's all very spread out, and it is, but it's really just a collection of all these little communities. Each one has its distinct feel, and has all these little gems in it and the people in them know each other.
It ain't like that here.
I know this because I'm trying to set up a closing package for each of our buyers after the deal's closed, kind of like what we sent out from Fourteen West every month to our old buyers. Boy, am I meeting with resistance. No one knows our real estate office, even though we've been here for almost five years. No one wants to give out coupons or business cards because they don't recognize the value of setting up a community. I understand a large company not wanting to do that, because they have to go through corporate and it's a big headache. But the locally owned mom-n-pop organizations? Who thrive on word of mouth and rely on the community??
I miss Little Five and Virginia Highlands and Midtown and Decatur and Druid Hills and all.
Been so long
Oy. Sorry I haven't been keeping up.
Those of you who know me know that I have the attention span of a gnat, yet somehow have an amazing memory for details.
For example, this agent called today that we've been trying to lure to our brokerage. All he said was his name, and I remembered that he'd been on a cruise from the beginning of December through the 20th with his wife for their anniversary.
I've never met him, just spoken ONE TIME over the phone.
Who remembers shit like that??
Anyway, to update:
Life is pretty good, though not at all what we'd expected when we came out here. Who hasn't said that, though, right?
We were expecting my in-laws to not have moved out yet, but the anticipation, from both sides, was that they'd move out by October. And then the market crashed. Well, they lost more money than Luke and I made in a year in Atlanta combined, so naturally, they could not afford to move as they'd planned.
Which means that Luke and I are living in a bedroom upstairs, while all of our things are piled in poor Jim & Sara's garage, so they can only fit one car in. Living with my younger brother-in-law is great, though for the first time, I'm glad that I don't have a younger sibling.
Luke tried his hand at working for a theatre company in administration/management, but due to our inexperience in the area, he picked a stinker with a bad reputation who was way too disorganized for Luke to be able to help. He has since found a job teaching theatre after school with a great company called Junior Players Guild, and is happy as a clam doing it.
I worked for the Disney store, which is not the happiest place on earth, but I did like some of the people that I worked with. I then found a job at a shutters and blinds manufacturing company that hired me to run their office and do their marketing, and then refused to let me do either of those things. Finally, I found a job as an office manager for a real estate company, and again, I couldn't be happier! It's exactly the type of job that I want, even though one of my agents won't let me help her. I've found out the best real estate school, I'm making great money so we can pay off our debts... life is good.
We just got back from Florida for my family's Christmas, which turned into helping my brother move into his new house. I somehow managed to become very, very sick, so it was not as pleasant a time as it could have been. I also celebrated my 29th birthday on Janury 2nd, so I'm older as well as sick.
That's it for now, but I'm hoping to be able to update with random thoughts later. Much love!
Those of you who know me know that I have the attention span of a gnat, yet somehow have an amazing memory for details.
For example, this agent called today that we've been trying to lure to our brokerage. All he said was his name, and I remembered that he'd been on a cruise from the beginning of December through the 20th with his wife for their anniversary.
I've never met him, just spoken ONE TIME over the phone.
Who remembers shit like that??
Anyway, to update:
Life is pretty good, though not at all what we'd expected when we came out here. Who hasn't said that, though, right?
We were expecting my in-laws to not have moved out yet, but the anticipation, from both sides, was that they'd move out by October. And then the market crashed. Well, they lost more money than Luke and I made in a year in Atlanta combined, so naturally, they could not afford to move as they'd planned.
Which means that Luke and I are living in a bedroom upstairs, while all of our things are piled in poor Jim & Sara's garage, so they can only fit one car in. Living with my younger brother-in-law is great, though for the first time, I'm glad that I don't have a younger sibling.
Luke tried his hand at working for a theatre company in administration/management, but due to our inexperience in the area, he picked a stinker with a bad reputation who was way too disorganized for Luke to be able to help. He has since found a job teaching theatre after school with a great company called Junior Players Guild, and is happy as a clam doing it.
I worked for the Disney store, which is not the happiest place on earth, but I did like some of the people that I worked with. I then found a job at a shutters and blinds manufacturing company that hired me to run their office and do their marketing, and then refused to let me do either of those things. Finally, I found a job as an office manager for a real estate company, and again, I couldn't be happier! It's exactly the type of job that I want, even though one of my agents won't let me help her. I've found out the best real estate school, I'm making great money so we can pay off our debts... life is good.
We just got back from Florida for my family's Christmas, which turned into helping my brother move into his new house. I somehow managed to become very, very sick, so it was not as pleasant a time as it could have been. I also celebrated my 29th birthday on Janury 2nd, so I'm older as well as sick.
That's it for now, but I'm hoping to be able to update with random thoughts later. Much love!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Vacation stories part 1
Ok, so it was a mad, mad dash to Texas, and then immediately fly out to Richmond ( to do so, we had to take a flight with a layover in Atlanta. HA!). Our first flight was delayed almost two hours, which SUCKED, because our layover was supposed to be two hours. You see the problem?
Fortunately, the amazing crew at American Airlines let us sit up in First Class as we got closer to our gate. We ran like HELL to get to our Delta gate, and thank God, that flight was delayed for an hour. Otherwise, we'd never have made it.
Then we got to Richmond and our luggage didn't come.
Now, I have to say, that was kind of my fault. When we were packing, I was SO TIRED and delirious, I thought to myself, I don't think we should pack two carry-on bags, let's just pack one big suitcase. Luke didn't like it, but he let me do it. When we got to the airport, however, we found we had to pay to check our bag. Many quiet looks of displeasure, let me tell you.
So we went to my parents' house, and they set us up in my grandmother's old room, which they've turned into a den, and we slept on two twin-bed gel mattresses they'd pushed together. Now, I get that they were letting us sleep together, and that in theory, two twin beds make a king-size. But when someone tries to cuddle, they split apart, and hardwood floors are cold at 2:00 in the morning, I'll have you know.
My dad had asked us when I called him at the Dallas airport if we would lead his Sunday School class. They've been studying some "hot button" issues, and right now, they're doing homosexuality. Luke said he'd do it, but it sounded like a science experiment to him. It was pretty good, actually, even Luke thought so. There was one guy there who was just one of Those Guys, and he didn't bother me, because he just didn't agree with me, he was very respectful and willing to listen. The one guy that DID piss me off was a guy that has been in prison, and said that if we start accepting gay people, we have to accept pedophiles and rapists. Fortunately, some of the class members saved me from having to say anything by pointing out the fact that the vast majority of pedophiles are straight. Rapists have nothing in common with gay people, so I'm not sure where he was going with that.
Alright, I've got some cleaning to do, but I'll try to write another one tonight. I'm trying to fill my day, you see, because Luke is coming today, but he's not going to get here until tonight.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Vacation Stories to follow, I promise
I just have to get this out...
I am incredibly sad. I can't believe that I'm so dependent on Luke that I can't be happy without him for just two weeks. I know people that go longer than that.
Woe is me, etc. etc. etc.
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