Brrrrrrrr......Rrrrrrrrr....Constant Buzzing Sound....Grrr....

For almost an hour now I've been hearing helicopters overhead. I can't make sense of it. At first I thought it was a small plane flying around like the ones promoting Geico's low insurance rates. Those have been flying over the north side for a week now (sorry Geico, I'm still not switching my car insurance so lay off the fuel wasting). That theory is blown, however, because it's 10:34pm. Then I started to freak out that some major accident had occurred. Dear god, the theater I work at is over that way--is it on fire?! Some performer finally lit a deadly blaze after being cut from the stage! Or maybe a terrorist attack??!! WHAT HAPPENED??!!!

So I logged on to Chicago Tribune's website...and all the helicopters are hovering over Wrigley Field now that the Cubs are going post season. All the hoopla is over the Cubs. Cubs. Schmubs.

Wow, and here I was preparing for a natural disaster or something. Well, now this area WILL be like a natural disaster with more Cubs mania. As a local I may be forced to evacuate. Like to here--


That's where I spent the last two days (well, probably not even more than 24 hours really) and it's in the middle of nowhere in Nevada. It sure was pretty! No Schmubs...I mean Cubs. And I liked it. I took two walks. No casinos for me. Too depressing. I highly recommend rural Nevada if you're looking for no Cubs.

Wake Up....NOW. And NOW. And NOW...

Saturday...8am...do you know your neighbors are doing?

Well I do! My neighbors decided today was the most perfect of perfect days to re tar their roof. Yep. Mr. Jarcy and I don't go to bed until 2am on the weekends (well for him it's more like 3am). We work, we perform in shows, we go see shows, we read, did I mention we work? Oh yeah I did but anyone can agree I deserve a break because I am severely screwed up from lack of sleeeeep.

I've just decided my next creative venture will be to write a manual on being a good neighbor. The first chapter will be dedicated entirely to why one should NOT work on a roof at 8 am.

Did I mention their house is two story and our apartment is on the third floor? Oh yes, that is true. I woke up and peered out the window only to see 5 shirtless men blasting and hammering not 5 feet away from my bedroom. I might go all Bionic Woman on them and jump out of one of our windows to that roof.

I'm being a baby I know but my concept of weekend is clearly different from other folks. I spent last night downing beer and viewing a late evening show called "Thunderpussy." Nothing prepared me for home projects at the crack of Saturday dawn.

A Confession Friday Again

I am watching America's Funniest Videos...and loving every minute of it.

Vegging

Oh hello! I can't believe it's been weeks since I last posted. I'm starting to wonder if every time I post it will now start with that. ("Oh! I've been gone, hello!")

I have been up to various things. Recently I began walking more. And more. And more...a lot. I was convinced I had lost 5 lbs. in less than a week just from walking. Then I slacked off for 3 days and feel as if I've gained 7 lbs. just as payback for my lazy nature. AHHH!

I also stopped eating meat and most dairy. I'm not going to kid myself that I will never eat meat again because I can barely stick with anything unless legally required to. Hey, why can't I be legally held responsible for not eating meat?? I wish. If I tried to go cold turkey I'm certain I would pick up a leg of turkey 5 minutes after that decision. Any time I try to declare something is final I end up blowing it. Just human nature I guess.

Well, I'm off to eat my dinner of oatmeal and fruit...

Tease Me Please Me

I have an obsession. It's sort of hidden. I've openly professed my love of Jim Morrison and classic rock long ago. But this love is possibly overlooked. I did grow up in the 80's though so it's only natural...

I LOVE HAIR BANDS.

And I'm not talking about the bands that keep my hair tied together in a pony tail...although those are pretty cool too. No, I mean metal/rock hair bands-- Motley Crue, Cinderella, Bon Jovi, Slaughter, Skid Row, Whitesnake and Poison. Sometimes I throw Tesla and The Cult into the mix but I don't think they're technically hair bands. They have a lot of effin hair though. Oh and G n R have to be as well because Duff McKagan is a god to be worshipped. That's right, I made that declaration.

My hair was crazy big in the late 80's...I wonder if I should revive that trend?!

Two Can Play At This Game, Martha Stewart!

Hello hello!

I'm turning into someone I don't recognize. Have you been there?

No, I haven't shaved all my hair off (although in this heat that's tempting) or applied to law school. It's much much worse...

I'm organizing my home.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? Well maybe so because you may not know me. But if you do know me then you know I'm somewhat of a pack rat. A clutter bug. Disorganized. And it's been driving me nuts so I'm on this mission to find a home for every article Mr. Jarcy and I own. And it feels good! I'm even getting errands done that I've spent months putting off--clothes dropped at the non-toxic dry cleaner, rebates sent off for my new contacts, insurance as a pet caretaker arranged.

Dear goddess above, what has happened to the old me?! And can she stay wherever she is for now? I'm liking this new and more efficient version!

Alas, I still have time allotted this evening for my love/hate relationship with reality TV. I'm waiting for a letter from MTV to arrive any day now notifying me I have moved beyond the age bracket allowed to view it. Those Hills bitches are just too fucked up to turn off though!

God I Miss Glam Rock

Hello? Um, hi?!

I seem to have abandoned my blog here. It's funny, I started this blog because I found myself with free time. But over the course of the last few months I have become increasingly busy with little time to spare. Work, classes, shows, etc. I've been busy! Now I'm looking back at the time when I was bored and wishing I were back there. Ah, a classic example of how the grass is always greener on the other side I guess.

I'm in a writing class that is finishing up this week. I have homework to complete but I can't concentrate. "Rock of Love" starts in 15 minutes and I'm dying to watch. I'm making deals with myself like, "Okay, at least take a shower first and then you can watch the show." It takes very little for me to talk myself into wasting time, although I'm not sure watching "Rock of Love" is a waste. That show is great! I can't wait to see what terribly obnoxious jackets Bret Michaels will be donning in today's episode.

I ordered a book through Amazon.com called "Skinny Bitch." I had to. I. Had. To. I read an article about it in the Chicago Tribune and I'm hoping it turns me vegan. Yep, I'm hoping this book finally pushes me to vegan territory. We'll see, I do love cookies and tilapia tacos and cheese and...as you can see the vegan identity is something I aspire towards. The book also claims that "soda is liquid Satan." You see? I have to read this shit!

Okay, I now have 9 minutes to shower and watch "Rock of Love." And THEN I will write. Well, after I take my "clients" to their dog grooming appointment. THEN I will write. Oh god, now only 8 minutes to shower before "Rock of Love." AH!!!!!!