My kid and I came across the Jim Carrey version of the Grinch Who Stole Christmas and my kid was enthralled. She loves that Jim Carrey and the production, in general, is so over the top. She has watched it every day since the weekend. And she demands that we watch it with her. I think I can recite all the lines by now.
My husband and I went to see Charlie Wilson’s War tonight. I picked the Regal Theater at Jack London Square in Oakland. Big mistake for an 8pm show.
This clearly disturbed person started harassing those of us waiting in line for tickets. He started getting himself all worked up and spit on the girl at the front of the line. It was at this point that the security guard finally came outside to chase the guy away. I don’t know where the security guard was that it took him so long to show.
The thing that killed me was that the people in line started talking smack after the disturbed guy left. Granted they would have been asking for unknown consequences if they had confronted him. But what use is this “courage” after the fact? I am a coward and freely admit it. I was not going to stick my neck out to protect the girl whose boyfriend just stood there. But I am also not going to pretend, after the threat was gone, that I would have done something.
BTW – Charlie Wilson’s War is totally worth seeing. Even at $10/person and $16 for popcorn and drinks.
Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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Whenever I am traveling I always research new phones and ways to make my mobile lifestyle more effective and efficient. For instance, my contract with Sprint will be up soon and I am trying decide between AT&T and Verizon based on the iPhone and Voyager, respectively. I become obsessed with the idea of on-the-road, mobile productivity. Email, text, blogging (can you blog from your phone?).
Then I get home. And I get a reality check. I work from home. The mobility I need to accommodate is walking from my office to my kitchen and back. When I am out of the house, I am usually in my car, driving to pick up my kid from school. When I am in line at Target or the market, I usually have my kid in tow. I already had to teach my kid how to use the speed dial on my phone so she would stop calling my co-workers. Putting SesameStreet.com on my new phone will make my kid more mobile-efficient, but not me.
So, back to my dilemma. Is it worthwhile to pay $300-$400 for a phone that will make me feel more connected when on travel the once a month or every couple of months?
These 4 weeks have been tough on my kid. She and I have been in CA since the Sunday after Thanksgiving. She has been staying with my mom and dad while I have been at work. The first 3 weeks, I was staying in hotels and seeing her only during the weekends. This week, I am staying with my mom and dad, but still only see her in the evenings (when I don’t have to work late.)
I feel awful. She is getting a lot of PoPo and GungGung time. But she misses her routine. She misses her school, her cat, her dog, her fish, her bed, her toys. This week, I have been getting a call every morning because she wakes to find that I have already left for work and starts to cry.
Only two more days. Then the holidays. Then home. Back to our routine. Back to our beds. Back to our pets and plants.
I sometimes Google my exes to see if they were nominated for the noble prize or committed heinous crimes or blog on sun.com. I do not do it frequently. Only when I can’t sleep, but am too tired to work. I have not found one yet.
Last night, one of those sleepless, but tired nights, I was tooling around in Facebook. I was inducted by my brother-in-law a couple of months ago and have since built my community by connecting with those I speak to regularly and those I have not seen or heard from in years. I searched for my friend, Marc, as I know he is on Facebook, when *light bulb comes on* I figure I can search for my exes. And I found one. Egad. Not sure if it is him. Picture is kinda small.
What do you do with this information? Contact them? Heck no. I always thought they ceased to exist once they were out of our lives. Kind of like Cocoa Puffs because you don’t watch the shows that advertise it. So, I guess you just be happy (or not) that they are not dead.
Now here is the scary question. Do they Google me or search for me on Facebook? And what would they find? Maybe I shouldn’t post this entry…
Heard on the news today that the eatery employees will be striking for 2 days during peak holiday travel season. So you’ll need to bring your own lunches, unless peanuts are enough to tie you over.
My sister’s boyfriend partied at Heath Ledger’s house on Sat night. He is in a band with a guy who is the drummer for a band Heath Ledger’s label wants to sign. That makes me like 4 degrees separated from Heath Ledger. Too bad, Heath Ledger wasn’t actually there, then it would be 3 degrees.
I was listening to NPR this morning (about the only thing I miss about commuting to work) and they were talking about this internet site that is being used as an education tool and a means to bring awareness to hunger.
You pick the from a list of four words the synonym for the word displayed. For every word you get right, 20 grains of rice will be donated through the UN for hunger relief. Doesn’t seem like a lot, but they have donated about 9B grains since inception.
I got to level 41. BTW – Procelyte means convert, not smell.
Check it out. You better the world and yourself. Well, your vocabulary, anyway.
I just finished a new book. What Got You Here Won’t Get You There by Marshall Goldsmith.
He lists 20 annoying habits that can and will annoy your superiors, peers and reports enough to prevent you from getting ahead.
I found 8 that apply to me. I guess I should be glad I don’t exhibit all 20.
One thing he recommended to help us be accountable for changes we want to make is to have a reliable person you can call every night who will ask you a list of predetermined questions. You answer the questions, they do not comment or judge. It is supposed to be more effective to answer a live person than to write the answers in a journal.
It is really difficult for me to think of someone who will not judge my questions, much less my answers. I guess that is why therapists and coaches charge for their services.