i try to show you something and you take it all wrong
Apparently everyone wants to know about Austin. I wouldn’t have thought that would be the most popular search. I’ll tell you that “panties” was not such a shock. I think some people come here and say “Where’s the panties?” and then just click around a few times and then leave frustrated.
and keep forgetting things about diane
It’s all over.
But I’ve got a good story.
Friday afternoon I got to the Comedy Sportz playhouse bright and early (2:30pm) to go over the show with Chuy and then take a look at the stage. They were teaching a defensive driving class at the time, so I dawdled by watching the ice skaters. Chuy had some pizza. I had a coffee and some leg twitching. We walked into the theatre and took a look at the small stage and looked around the space. There’s a section of the piece where I run off-stage and come back on from a different location. It wasn’t going to be easy in this space, especially if there were a lot of people coming.
webcom.com is wasting our time
It’s 83 degrees outside and people are actually complaining that it’s too cold. Texans.
I don’t even want to write this entry because I know as soon as I do my site will go down again and then no one will be able to read it all day long. This has been a very frustrating week for Squishy. My pages keep disappearing from my server. Luckily I have everything saved on my machine, but it’s really frustrating. If I had been using their GUI interface instead of FTP I would have lost all of my stuff.
Thanks for sending me mail letting me know when you were having problems. Some of them I might not have noticed if you hadn’t.
but i’m looking forward
Well, today is my last day at my current job. I’ve worked here for two years and two months. It’s pretty amazing. I’m looking around this office I have to clean up and I’m finding things that I’ve completely forgotten about. Old clippings, old phone lists, old meeting agendas– I’ve been here long enough to see five different managers. I’ve watched several co-workers come and go. And I’ve been here through all of that.
no one ever asks my opinion
“Who are these people?” Eric asked yesterday on the phone.
“My readers.”
“Like fan mail?”
“I guess.”
Here’s the deal.
I have no voice. Because of that, I am going to be spending quite a bit of time at home. Alone. Without internet service. For some reason I cannot connect at home at all, and it’s driving me crazy.
how to write an award-winning one year journal
So, here we are. One year later. One year of Squishy.
I guess it’s been more of a journey for me than for anyone else. I didn’t use to think of things like Doogie Howser. Now every time something happens someone either pops out with a “This will be in Squishy,” or I think to myself, “How am I going to make this interesting enough for Squishy?”
This entry, that is. I have a good excuse.
Well, that’s it.
Today I fixed my car air conditioning. And my brakes. And I tried to fix the side view mirror. What I’m basically saying is that this update is so damn late because I’ve just spent the past six hours in various car-fixing places. Six hours. So, I’m sweaty and gross but my car is running oh-so-much better. That’s my Birthday Week gift to my car. There may be a surprise weekend Birthday Week bonus entry concerning my day of grease and sweat, so stay tuned.
tae-bo, mail and trivia
This morning as I was waking from my hazy sleep I felt Eric lean over to give me a kiss goodbye. I wiggled my head out from my pillow.
[scripty]
ERIC
Sweet Pea?
PAMIE
Yeah?
ERIC
What am I getting for birthday week?
PAMIE
Oh, sweetie–
(I reached up, put my hand to his face, and pushed him away.)
PAMIE
Go to work. Go make Mommy some money so she can buy her sauce and watch her stories.
[/scripty]
so many days, so few are for birthday week
Ooh. I’m tired today.
You know how some evenings you’re going along, doing your thing and some friends come over and you are all hanging out and having a good time and then suddenly you say to yourself, “Wait a minute! It’s Monday night! What am I doing? This isn’t the weekend? Oh, why are all of my friends bartenders and waiters? They don’t have to wake up until after noon tomorrow. This isn’t fair. It’s so depressing I’m gonna have to have another beer.”