Monday, October 30, 2006

A Phone Call or Ten

I don't know where to start. If I started at the begining, I'd be here all day.

So let me say this: About a month ago, my dad and I were going to hang out for what I assumed would be a nice father daughter afternoon. You see, I work in advertising and as a small glimpse of excitment, a commericial that I'd worked on for Mercury was running in the Landmark theater chain across the country.

There are two locations in Michigan. One near my dad's house and one near mine. I drove to the one near my dad's house as it would be more convienant for him. And I was trying to be accomdating.

When I get to his house, and he is drunk. It's 2:00ish in the afternoon, and my dad has been recovering from lung cancer. And he is also chain smoking. I, of course got very upset, but we try and go to the movie anyway. He does watch my trailer, but then falls asleep during the movie. When the movie is over, he wants to take me for a hamburger. So we go to a bar. (his choice)

After I eat my bar burger we hang out for a while, and then we finally leave. Insert cheesy after school special dialogue here, where I try to tell him how his behavior is hurtful to himself and to me. Blah, blah blah.

On the way home, I cry and cry. And decide that I need a break for a little while. So, I don't call my dad. Don't check on him. None of my usual behavior.

I decide to choose myself this time. To try and make my own life as healthy as I can, and don't get all wrapped up in his drama. And I was doing fine. Realize that had my dad called me at all during this time, I would've picked up the phone and at least said hi. But my phone never rang.

Till Saturday night. At 11:30 pm. I was asleep, and my phone was off. My dad leaves a message asking if I've been murdered or kidnapped, he knows I live alone and is worried all of a sudden. ( He also sounded drunk)

The next day Sunday, I was busy and didn't get back to him. I had gone to writer's group, and then to have dinner with my cousins.

I wake up this morning, to 4 voicemails. My dad has escalted his calling. Phoning me twice, my mom, and my brother Shane.

WTF!! Just because I don't call a person back within 12 hours, who hasn't spoken to me in over a month, he assumes I've died. I finally get a hold of him this morning, on my way to work, and he says it just occured to him that he hasn't spoken to me in over a month.

"Yes, I know I say."

Then my dad says, "Well, I'm your dad. You should make more of an effort."

"I said so, I'm your daughter. You should make an effort too."

And that was basically it. A few more things were said, and the master of maniupation hung up.

In the future, should I be murdered, you will find out soon enough. News will spread.

And if I was dead, I can't call anyway.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Blockhead Writer

Just got home from writer's group where I once again faliled to submit a story. Yet, I stay in the group knowing full well that my lack of writing will only get worse if I leave.

I'd last left my group with a half formed portrait of Bj. Perhaps I will work on this story for my next submission. The brick wall that I continue to bang my head against is the fact that obviously stories need a point, and a reason to be told.

And that's what I'm missing. My reasons for writing them. I usually write to help myself deal with something I may be upset about, and I have been frustrated with BJ and his confusion about his life. Maybe that's where my story needs to go.

All I know is that I better getting writing it, before my free software expires. :)

Till tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Cleveage Cam

Being a women, I realized that men were drawn to cleavage and breasts in general.

I just never knew why. Until today. I'm wearing a shirt that is modestly low cut and a I have a sweater on over it, so I don't like I'm bar hopping in the office.

But I can see down my own shirt, and I have to tell you that is very distracting.

I'm not a lesbian, and I don't normally pay any attention of that area, unless I'm just making sure my girls are well covered.

Yet today, I've got the clearest view down my own top, and I can't help but look. It's like a solar eclipse. I can't look away.

I finally understand the breast draw a little bit. It has been a nice mental break, but I'm bored with my breasts, (guess I'm not a man) and now it's back to headlines.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Manic no More

Here I am. It's Monday.

I don't have much to say. Other than I'm glad it's Monday night and not Monday morning. I did make it to the gym this morning, so I guess that is a good thing.

Waiting for my new favorite show, Studio 60. It's actually the only show of the new season that I'm actually been watching.

Too much to pay attention to with the new shows. Lately, it seems I have a minimal attention span. It used to be better. To correct this problem, I've decided to start reading more books, as opposed to the thousands of magazines that I pile up around me where ever I can.

Don't get me wrong. My life of the magazine is going no place, but I'm going to make a concentrated effort to stop cheating on my books with my magazines. What can you do?

I love the written word. I'm a junkie andI can never get my full fix.

Thursday, October 19, 2006


I feel blah and oh so blue.

And why?

Well, I'm not talking about on this public space. This is mostly an exercise so I remember how to type. Sometimes even if I'm not really working, I can fake it as long as my hands are moving across the keyboard. And that's all you can do sometimes.

I can't wait for the weekend. Sleep and clean. That's my plan.

Discover the Discovery

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Back to School

No, not Rodney Dangerfield. Me, and some other friends that all went to Ferris State University in Big Rapids. This past weekend, we gathered to celebrate homecoming weekend with some Lemon drop shots at our old hangout, Shooters.

It's weird how little had changed, but it felt totally foreign. Probably because now I could afford a drink and a tip, and I could drink any beer I felt like, instead of the special of the day, served luke warm in an oversized pitcher.

I had fun, and I even visited the men's room. (Much shorter line) In fact the only line was the row of men lined up at the urinals.

It's always a bit unsettling to visit your old college town. At least I accomplished what I'd planned to. I'd studied copywriting in the College of Business, which meant I also had to take accounting, finance satistics, and a whole array of managment classes.

But in the end, I love words more than numbers and did become a copywriter. And Ferris wouldn't have been the same without Kari, Karlene, Tonya and Michelle.

Go BullDogs!

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

How Sweet it is to be loved by you

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday Dear Mom,

Happy Birthday to you.

Today as you might have guessed, is my mom's birthday. A milestone for both of us.

You see, I was born way too early and was supposed to die, but it was a trick lie I pulled on the doctor. I'm 33 and going strong.

My mom is awesome. She's one of the happiest, most upbeat people you can meet. And she is always so friendly to everyone she meets. I'm pretty sure she gets that from her parents, as my grand-parents would make friends with the waiter who was waiting on them at Bill Knapps.

She always beleives the very best about everybody and is a great cheerleader and inspiration to all of her kids.

And she's an amazing artist.

Love you Mom.

Happy Birthday

Today is my mom's birthday, which is a milestone for her and obviously for me.

So, let's start with a song.

Monday, October 09, 2006


Another weird day in the world of advertising. But since I'm about to go to sleep, talking about my day isn't a good way to relax.

So instead, I'll talk about my weekend. Finally got my brakes fixed on my car. No more loud noises, ease of stopping, and general safetyness.


Thank you Jeff. He is somebody who has always been there for me, and I truly appreciate him. Jeff goes out of his way to help any one. And the thing about jeff is this: If you're nice to him, he's nice to you.

I love ya Jeff, thanks for always being there. And thanks for explaining the difference between Dot 3 and Dot 4 brake fluid.

Who knew?

In other news, I went to Octoberfest at the Detroit Zoo. That was entertainment! Shots of Jager, a polka band doing Jimmy Buffett, German beer with a hot chocolate chaser.

That's it for now.