So...most of you know I'm a HUGE Dunderite. (Dinkin' Flicka! Oooh--that's what she said!) And most of you know how disappointed I've been that Rainn Wilson has not been nominated for a Best Supporting Actor Emmy...until this year, baby!
The Season III DVDs came out yesterday, and naturally I got the special Nifty Gifty edition...one of the best parts (in both DVD versions)-- The Dwight Schrute Video:
I hope he wins. He does such an amazing job as the sycophantic Dwight. I never know if I want to hug him or wring his neck.
Another good thing: The entire Lazy Scranton Video (A Michael Scott Joint!). This is the video he showed when the Stamford branch merged with them:
Oh, my God...hilarious.
And for those who, like me, also love the BBC (original) version, here's everyone's favourite Free Love on the Freelove Freeway (she's not dead, mind you. She's not dead. And he's not gay.):
And...who can forget the David Brent Comic Relief Charity Dance?! Classic!
If you haven't seen either version, you've really gotta give it a try. I loved it from the moment I saw both of them, but I know some people didn't until they'd seen 3 or 4. So give it a try.
I will probably be having a small Office Party on 27 September for the Season IV premiere...the first four episodes of the season are all an hour each!!! I know we're all dying to see what happened on The Date. :)
Have you all seen the Summer Vacation spots? Hilarious! I love how Michael butchers "Y Tu Mama Tambien", and mis-translates it...love the Transformers place setting...and, naturally, we always have to have a Creepy Creed Moment. He's so disturbing. A lot of his CCMs end up on the cutting room floor, but they try to get at least one per episode. Fantastic! (Swing low....sweet chariot!) For those who don't know, Creed Bratton--in "real life"-- was a member of that great ol' 60s band Grass Roots ("Let's Live for Today," "Midnight Confessions", "Temptation Eyes," among others.)
This is taken from my MySpace blog...but since I know you guys don't read that, here 'tis:
Oh...so much going on.
But first: I apologize for scaring some of you with my cryptic "grieving" bulletin yesterday. I hadn't meant for it to be so! I guess I assumed most people knew what I was talking about, but...I have to remember most people probably didn't (and don't) consider Diana part of the family.
And how can I even begin to describe what she still means to me...? I don't know. I've always loved her--my mom has, too. I remember Mom telling me how she stayed up to watch The Wedding on television. We were living in Hawaii at the time, so the time difference was massive! All right, maybe not massive... ;) Anyway, I was 3 or 4 at the time, so I obviously didn't watch it live!
But growing up, she was always there, always a part of our family. Not that Mom bought all the books and magazines and trashy papers. She didn't...she bought a book on occasion that I'd pour through...I remember one in particular, published sometime in the 80s...it was mostly pictures of Diana and her life. I loved to look through it, admiring her gowns and her beauty and just her.
When the troubles started coming out, I felt so badly for her...and then 1992! As the queen said, it was her annus horriblus. But I imagine Diana felt it was more horrible for her, than it was for the queen.
Anyway...the day she died...I was living in Belgium. I was a caretaker, which basically meant that I'd stay at other people's houses while they were TDY or on vacation and watch their kids or pets or what-not. I was staying somewhere watching two girls, but had to drive home to attend a meeting/get-together that my mom was having. I listened to a few radio stations, some American, some British, and some Belgian. One of the British ones was going on and on about Diana, and they were interviewing Tom Cruise, who had said that he'd been through that tunnel and chased by the paparazzi. I didn't know what was going on, and I said aloud, "Oh, just leave the poor woman alone, already!" And I switched the station.
When I got home, Mom looked at me and said, "Did you hear about Diana?" Just like that. Did you hear about Diana? I told her there was something on the radio and that I wished they'd leave her alone...and Mom said, "She died. She died in a car crash in Paris."
I'm tearing up, even now. How could someone so full of life be taken--just like that? in such a normal, and horrible, way?
I still have the London Times from the 1st of September, the day after she died. The whole first section is dedicated to her--her life, her death. I have the Times special magazine, and several other magazines that came out shortly after. I bought Elton John's single, which went to her charities.I signed all the books that were sent to her family...I couldn't believe she was gone. I still can't.
A couple weeks later, we went ( as a family) to Ireland, driving through England, including Althorp. We visited the chapel near there, and there were still so many flowers everywhere... I'm not at my house right now, otherwise I'd include pics. (By the way...I've been watching so many programs on her--and the American programs are all pronouncing it as it looks: All-thorp. Ugh. Please don't do that. It's All-thrup, or All-trup. You'd think these journalists would do their homework.)
Speaking of the programs...thank God for Tivo. Otherwise I'd miss almost all of them. I have it set to automatically tape everything having to do with her. Some of it I'm disappointed in. I understand the thoughts on the conspiracy, and could see how it could possibly be seen as murder...there are a few odd details. But...it's not. It's an accident. We may never know for sure, but I seriously doubt it's murder, people.
Anyway...I'm down in the Springs pet-sitting again, but I'll have 5, I think, shows waiting for me to watch. Including her memorial service. If I can get through it. So far I haven't been able to get through any of it without at least tearing up.
I can't imagine what her family must be going through right now.
Ugh. I'm sorry for babbling. Most people don't get how I feel about her...and most people could care less...and here I've made you sit and read all of this.
Anyway. She's still the Queen of our hearts, and always will be.
And I'm still grieving.....
Now...onto other things.
Haven't blogged in a while.
Meant to talk about our trip to Montgomery. It was a lot of fun. Naturally, they found out I was coming and decided to have a heat wave. ;) Stayed in the triple digits the whole time...but, hey...my hair was nice and curly, my skin was well moisturized, I could breathe properly again, I could play in the pool for hours without getting out of breath. And no bloody noses. (I get them twice a week here. Well, it's constant, actually, but proper bloody noses twice a week or so. Ah, now that's nice of me to share. You're so welcome.)
We tooled around downtown, visiting several Civil Rights and Civil War sites. It's a very Civil town. ;) Har, har... The Civil Rights Museum was fantastic.
I also had a lot of fun meeting some of Andy's old friends. They're great girls, and now that I know them, I can stay in touch with them! Can't wait to see them again!
Dad's retirement is coming up...beginning of October. We're so looking forward to that nice vacation in Hawaii. And I love being with my folks, because we always get the VIP treatment--we'll get the Big Cabin on Bellows Beach, and the VIP tour of the Arizona memorial...all that good stuff. My parents live just across the street from where we lived 25 years ago, so they're actually on Pearl Harbour now. It's gorgeous.
And--the icing on the cake--Braden and Erin will be there! I haven't seen them in four years, and Andy hasn't even met them yet! I guess that would be odd for most people...but we're all Air Force Brats...except Erin--she's a Canadian Navy Brat! Anyway, we're used to moving around and not being able to be with family often. They used to live in Ottawa, then moved to Japan for a couple years, and are now living in Halifax.
I can't believe it's been FOUR YEARS since I've seen my baby brudda and sistah!!! (Hope you all enjoyed my interview with him, by the way!)
Anyway...speaking of moving...kind of...I might be moving again. To a city that I don't like, to a part of the country I don't like...ugh. But I'm not getting any younger, and if I'm going to do all I can to make my career work, that's where I need to be. Lots of pros and cons:
-I can see a movie when it comes out, rather than six months later.
-My chances of running into Cillian are slightly higher. ;) (Not that much higher, though, since he rarely does Hollywood.)
-I can exercise longer without getting so winded.
-I'll be able to breathe properly.
-My hair will be gorgeous!
-My skin won't be so dry.
-Auditions, auditions, auditions.
-I need four proper seasons. And I don't count "fire season".
-Traffic. Though, to be fair, Denver is just as bad anymore.
-That drive-me-crazy slow-motion attitude everyone has. I'm an East Coast City Girl. I want things done now. I have to get there now. It must be done now. Hurry, hurry, hurry!!!
-I hate the weather out there. I don't like sun. I don't like heat. And I LOVE rain and thunderstorms. It rains a couple times a year and people just FREAK OUT. And call it a "thunderstorm" when it rains a couple of inches. There's no thunder, there's no lightening--where's the storm?!
--Andy won't be with me. And Ella probably won't, either.
Yes, you read that correctly. But don't read between the lines, because there's nothing there to read. We're not separating. We're not divorcing. We're still very much in love, and strong, and ready to be together for the rest of our lives.
But his life is here right now...he has his dreams to chase and to work on. And so do I, but mine aren't here.
Is this the toughest decision I'm making, for all my life? Yes and no.
--Yes, absolutely: being apart from Andy for however long. Only seeing each other a few times a year, hopefully more, but who knows? Leaving my baby girl who's been my life for almost ten years now. She's been with me through EVERYTHING, and she'll think I'm abandoning her. Having people think I'm leaving Andy, or that we won't make it.
--No: This is my dream. It has been since I was a very little girl, and I have to do all I can to make it work. I'm not getting any younger...and though I'm extremely blessed to look much younger than I actually am, I'm still 30. If I want to pursue this, it has to be now. I'm not content to be one of those people with 2.5 kids, a dog, a cat, a house in the suburbs. Do I want all those things? Absolutely. Well, except the house in the suburbs. We have that already...and we'd both prefer the country. Near a very large city, naturally. ;) But I want so much more. I would be miserable if that's all there was. I think most of you know this. Some people have all that, and want no more, and that's great. But me? I know myself well enough to know that I'd be absolutely miserable thinking I could expect no more from life. I've always thought I was meant for bigger and better things...saying that tongue in cheek, mind you--so don't get all huffy!
I just feel that I've been given this talent, this ambition, this drive to do something with my talent...how could I waste it? Why should I try?! I don't ever want to have regrets...and if I do, I'd rather it be over something I did, rather than what I didn't do. As Swallow sings in Whistle Down the Wind: "'If only it were so.' These are the loneliest words I know." It's also sung that they're the emptiest words that could ever be. And it's true.
So why have that regret...that longing hanging over you, all the rest of your days?
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
I can still have kids for another 10-15 years. Or adopt, if it comes down to it. And we don't want them for a few more years, anyway. So that's no excuse not to do it--those of you who are thinking of giving that as a reason can just stop right there!
This wouldn't be until after the new year. Much still to do. Most importantly, we've got to get our finances in better control.
I do know a few Denver-ites wanting to move out that way, so it seems like I won't have a lack for roomies, unlike the last time I lived there! *sigh* I did think once Andy and I married that I would never have to worry about dealing with the whole roommate situation again. But never say "never," right?! Anyway...these particular people are good friends, people I love and trust already.
I'm also hoping I won't need a full-time job when I'm there, but we'll see.
I just got a new agent, one I'm super-excited about! She used to be a casting director in LA for many years, and still goes out there a lot...still has a lot of contacts. So I'll be able to get a lot of auditions once there. That's a bit of a relief, one less worry about moving there.
Anyway...that's what's been going on. perhaps that's why I've been a bit silent. So much for me to think about, to mull over...
Well, that, and my anxiety has gone through the roof recently. Sleep is horrible...even worse than it used to be, if that's possible. But I've started seeing a therapist and will see a psychiatrist for my sleep issues. I'd rather not take meds for my anxiety, but sleep is something that I desperately need--and so far, Lunesta, Trazedone, and Rozerem do NOT work on me. So I need to try something else. I desperately need a good night's sleep one of these days!
So...that's enough info for one blog, me thinks.
Love to you all!
Okay, so I promised I would make a birthday list for Erin...I've jotted down a couple things here at work, but I've actually been working, so I haven't had much chance.
Anyway, I decided if I didn't do it now, it would never get done.
So here is my very tiny List for My Super Star Sister. :)
Maybe when I get home I'll post a couple photos, too!
1) She's a Bad Ass Mo' Fo' of a sister-in-law.
2) She doesn't wear skirts, even though she has nice gams.
3) She combines her powerful forces with her husband's in order to make me fly.
4) She's a fantastic artist--she makes the BEST cards and drawings. She should sell them.
5) She gives me Anne fixes. (And I still have to send her a thank-you card for my last fix!!!)
6) She once gave my brother a cactus because she figured that's one plant he can't kill. Braden named it Han Solo. Han died.
7) She used to go with her mom to a home for the elderly (where her mom worked). Our crafty little Erin would steal all the old people's canes and pile them in the middle of the room. Maybe it wasn't a home for the elderly--but it was something like that. Her mom tells this story much better than I ever will.
8) She can be an Interruptasaurus. But really, can't we all?
9) Her hair can get really curly in the humidity.
10) She's one of the funniest people I know.
11) She and Braden used to look like twins from behind, with their long hair in ponytails, and shared clothes!
12) When Braden and I first met her family, it was at a barbeque held at the Considines. When we arrived, Erin left to go upstairs, change her shirt, and put a little bit of make-up on. YES! MAKE-UP!!! Braden must have had magic stars circling him or something. What else would make Erin put on make-up?
13) Braden came home from school early in the year saying, "Guess what shirt Erin was wearing today?! The Grover near/far shirt!!!" I've been madly in love with her ever since.
Please feel free to add to my tiny list. :)
Happy Birthday, Erin!
I'm just about to leave for work, so I can't come up with Fun Things about the Super=Star That Is Erin.
I'll think on it during the day and then try to post while I'm at work.
BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!
Sun, Dec. 17th, 2006, 12:16 pm
On the twelfth day of Christmas, oodelally3
sent to me...
Twelve pbs singing
Eleven quotes travelling
Ten costumes a-baking
Nine animals acting
Eight trees a-modelling
Seven books a-spring
Six musicals a-decorating
Five afte-e-e-ernoon naps
Four ralph fiennes
Three board games
Two irish legends
...and a gnocchi in an agatha christie.
Okay, so...since I've been temping, one of my main jobs is to answer the phones. And I've noticed over the past few months that very few people actually know phone etiquette. So I thought I'd do everyone a favour and have a little Miss Manners lesson. ;)
#1) When you call a business, first start with a greeting, and then state your name and your intention. For example, "Hi, my name is so-and-so and I'd like to speak with such-and-such." Include their last name if you know it. If you're calling a residence, it's still a good idea to use this "formula", just be a little more informal. It sounds a little rude otherwise. Think about it:
-"Hi, is Mary there?" (some people won't even start with a greeting!)
As opposed to:
-"Hi, this is Christa! Is Mary available?"
And remember: you always want to speak WITH someone, not TO them!
#2) If you choose not to do it this way, that's fine. Just remember that the person you're calling will then have to play a game of Twenty Questions, and that you will more than likely start getting rather rude and huffy. So it's best just to do it right the first time.
#3) Something to always keep in mind, whether you're calling a place of business or stopping in: The person at the front desk is the gatekeeper. They can make or break you. If you're rude to them, they won't necessarily be rude back, but they WILL let the boss, etc., know about it.
OKAY, PHONES going crazy and people coming in, so will write more later. hopefully no one will read this yet!
"Confessions..." was a sort of personal diary of Antoinette Faure (daughter of Felix Faure, eventual president of the Republic)in 1886. This type of diary was apparently favoured by the French bourgeoisie at the time. Each page had the same questionnaire...much like what we see travelling around the web these days. :) The albums were lent out for friends and acquaintances to fill out. It eventually came to the young Marcel Proust (aged 13-14). This diary was preserved. At age 20, Proust took to the game again, with seven additional questions. He entitled it Salon Confidences written by Marcel. I have a really neat book of this--both questionnaires, with facsimiles of his original answers, as well as that of other celebrities, politicians, etc.
Copy and paste, if you'd like.
Here is the second questionnaire...
Salon Confidences written by Christa.
Your chief characteristic: A desire to fulfill my dreams and goals.
Your favourite qualities in a man: Humour, intelligence, open-mindedness, well-rounded, warmth, curiosity, responsibility
Your favourite qualities in a woman: See above.
Your favourite qualities in friends: See above; plus...understanding, availability, honesty
Your biggest flaw: Just one? I'm stubborn.
Your favourite occupation: Dreaming. Reading.
Your idea of happiness: Wow...love, laughter, home, family, friends, books. :)
Your idea of misery: Traffic. Heat. Never fulfilling my dreams.
If not yourself, who would you be? I could only ever be just me.
Where would you like to live? I couldn't choose just one place! I'd like a vacation home on PEI...and spend the rest of my time between New England and anywhere on the British Isles.
Your favourite colour and flower: Blues and greens; sterling silver roses
Your favourite prose authors: Jane Austen, L.M. Montgomery, Agatha Christie, Edward Rutherfurd, the Bronte sisters, Frank McCourt, Diana Gabaldon, F. Scott Fitzgerald, J.K. Rowling
Your favourite poets: e.e. cummings, Shakespeare, Frost, Tennyson
Your favourite heroes in fiction: Mr. Darcy, Gilbert Blythe, Rhett Butler, Jim from The Office ;), Ferris Bueller, Mikey Walsh, Wesley AKA The Dread Pirate Roberts, Hawkeye (LOTM), Aragorn, Don Quixote
Your favourite heroines in fiction: Anne Shirley, Elizabeth Bennett, Galadriel, Scarlett O'Hara, Cinderella
Your favourite composers: the Gershwins, Cole Porter, John Lennon, Beethoven, Mozart
Your favourite painters: Mucha and van Gogh
Your favourite heroes in real life: Andy, my dad, Abraham Lincoln, FDR
Your favourite heroines in history: Elizabeth the I, Princess Diana, Anne Frank, my mom...I know it says "history", but...
Your favourite names: There's so many beautiful ones...
Your pet aversion: lack of culture...lack of etiquette (esp. when people don't send thank-you cards!)...narrow-or-closed-mindedness...traffic...ignorance...speaking incorrectly (incorrect grammar usage, or just plain butchering the language--this does not pertain to those speaking their second language)
What characters in history do you most dislike? Hitler, of course...all dictators, actually..."Bonnie" Prince Charlie...not too fond of Mary, Queen of Scots...
The military deed that you most admire: my father's career. :)
The reform that you appreciate: Hmmm...even Proust didn't answer this one! But I think I'll go with the Civil Rights Movement
What gift from nature would you like to have? Will power, the ability to always stay slender ;), and I'd like to fly. Tee-hee!
How would you like to die? In my sleep of very, very, very old age.
What is your present state of mind? Worried, as usual...
For what fault have you most toleration? Clumsiness, shyness...and as Proust said, "Those that I understand."
Your favourite motto: People are going to be so sick of this, but: "I am still learning." Michelangelo, 1562.
Especially if these girls were on all the time!
It's called Chinas Locas...but they're neither Chinese...nor Hispanic. Go figure.
Braden and Erin--do they have this show in Japan?!