Dreams

April 13, 2011 in Friends, Me, Stories | Leave a comment

I’ve always had a fascination with dreams.  Even the ones Fleetwood Mac sing about.  Perhaps it stemmed from the 4th grade when Sarah and I had to do a report on something and we chose REM, as in rapid eye movement sleep, not the band.  My Mom drove us to some old school ladies salon/hair care product store in North Austin, because it was the only one in town that sold the styrofoam heads that you can display wigs on.  Using our artistic abilities, we cut out a chunk of the back of the head and with play-dough, we constructed a little scene of someone shopping the produce aisle of a grocery store.  Pretty lame dream, I know.  I think we were trying to exemplify that people often have very basic, everyday like dreams.

The one I had last night was so not ordinary.  Maybe for Ted Bundy, but not for myself.  I dreamed that some mass murderer attacked my sorority house, while I was across the street watching.  The other people with me rushed across the street to the sorority house to help save our sisters, but I dilly-dallied around where I was because… hello, they were killing people over there!  I woke up this morning feeling extremely guilty for not putting myself in danger and also because I thought our old president (not you, Robyn) had died. 

Then, this afternoon I was telling my coworker about my crazy dream and her response was, “Oh my gosh!  How bizarre!  And just after you had that other dream recently where your guy friend was killing people”.  I had completely forgotten that one. 

All of my good friends were living on the same street (like Wisteria Lane in Desperate Housewives) and I was the only one that knew that Jay was killing people and burying them under his house.  I kept thinking, “How does Suz not know that Jay is a murderer?  Should I tell her?”.  But, I was too scared to say anything because I thought I’d get in trouble for knowing all along.  And I started to sweat BIG TIME when Margaret and John had been missing for a month and everyone kept asking about where they were.  Well, I knew…

Yeah, extremely sick and twisted dreams.  I used to think I should keep a journal of my dreams, but I’m a little too scared to analyze these dreams I’m having lately.  And I should probably stop sharing them with people at work.  Not sure what they are starting to think of me.

Go figure

April 5, 2011 in Me | Leave a comment

It’s only fitting that as I start an 8 week semester of CPA studying hell, three books get released that I’d actually be interested in reading.  And by “interested in reading” I mean read through in their entirety.  Starting and neglecting books is a bad habit of mine, but I’m fairly certain anything written by David Sedaris, Augusten Burroughs (where have you been lately, sir?) and Chelsea Handler would not fall into that trap.  Something tells me the other two on this just released list won’t fall victim either. 

In no particular order…

How To Build An Exceptional Life by Jillian Michaels

Bossypants by Tina Fey

Lies That Chelsea Handler Told Me by Chelsea’s Family, Friends and Other Victims

What can I say?  The three of these peeps motivate me and not just to read.  One motivates me to exercise and eat healthy.  One motivates me to laugh.  And the other… well, she motivates me to drink.  Three very important tools for enjoying life. 

And, in case the Easter Bunny reads my blog, I’ve already ordered the first two, but haven’t ordered the third.  It doesn’t come out until May though, so it’s not possible to put it in my Easter basket.  However… last time I checked, my Easter basket has PLENTY of room for Starbucks gift cards.  Wink wink!  Hop hop!

Time to rethink my wardrobe

March 16, 2011 in Me, Random Occurances | Leave a comment

The other day, as I was doing my dutiful job of watching Rocky drop Lincoln Logs, I was approached by a random passer-byer.  She made some kind of random comment/joke about watching my dog poop and I gave her the courtesy laugh and assumed that once she walked on past us, that would be the end of our interaction.

As Rocky and I proceeded to go back inside my apartment complex, she turns around and starts walking towards me.  She says, “Hey, do by chance have any herb to sell?”.  I almost start to giggle, because I’m such a square that I would never in a million years have any “herb” to sell, let alone use (please no comments from the NYE peanut gallery).  Of course, unless she was interested in the dead herbs I have currently resting in peace on my balcony.  I would have been willing to make her a sweet deal on those.  Instead, I told her no, but that she wouldn’t have a hard time finding any in this town. 

So, either she was pretty desperate or I need to start rethinking my wardrobe.

Deja vu… of sorts

February 22, 2011 in Me, Random Occurances | Leave a comment

I just walked over to Starbucks to get a cup of coffee and as I was pouring cream in my coffee, the barista asked the gentleman waiting next to the bar how his day was going.  His response, “Oh, just another day in paradise”.  I though it was funny.  In fact, I think all barista-customer exchanges are interesting.

I walked back to the office and hopped on the elevator with two other gentleman.  They apparently knew each other, and one asks the other how his day was going.  His response, “Just another day in paradise, man”.  I had the same “that’s funny” thought as I did after the Starbucks exchange, and then two seconds later deja vu hit and I realized I just heard that less than 5 minutes ago.  It’s not necessarily an unpopular response to the question, but it’s definitely not the “ok”, “pretty good” or “fine” (my childhood favorite) that you hear most of the time.

As I sat down at my desk and began to search for the song on my iPod, it dawned on me that I ran to that song this morning.  Normally, it comes on my Shuffle and I fast forward because it’s kinda slow.  But, today I was in the mood for it.  How bizarre.

Now I’m listening to it, because I feel like the universe is trying to tell me something today via Phil Collins. 

And I’ve listened to it.  The universe is pretty twisted if it’s trying to tell me it’s another day in paradise for me, Peter Olinto and Tim Gearty.  Because it’s not.  I’m sick of studying.  It is NOT paradise.

The cherry on top…

January 31, 2011 in Family, Me | Leave a comment

I found this last week while going through old photo albums at Gamma’s.  Look how I tooted my own horn TWICE in this thank YOU note.  In the words of my sister, “What a brat!”.

Clearly, I write going downhill… doesn’t that mean something?  Like I am depressed? 

I also find it comical how I always used to sign my last name, too.  As if Gamma and Pop had another grandchild named Emily to whom they gave money, “pant’s” and a shirt to for her birthday in October.  It’s like when I call my Mom and leave a message saying, “Hi Mom, it’s Emily”… as if there is anyone else that calls her “Mom”?

Last comment… look at that giant exclamation point at the end.  I was really a Proud Panther.

Page-a-day calendars

January 27, 2011 in Family, Friends, Me | Leave a comment

I love them.  Now that I don’t receive 15 Elvis calendars a year for Christmas, I have to venture out and find my own.  Last year my daily calendar was The Office.  It was always entertaining.  This year, I’m going with one from Urban Dictionary.  I typically only learn new slang words and phrases when Jamila visits, so I figured this would be a good opportunity to expand my street vocabulary.

Today I learned that I have a “people voice”.  Here is the definition:

The voice someone uses when talking to people who aren’t their friends.  This voice is automatically happy, nicer, and sweeter than their normal voice; it is also often more high-pitched.  This is the voice people use when answering a telephone, talking to their boss, or when working in retail”.

It’s really true.  I have a people voice.  I expect my friends would agree.  In high school, I used to get made fun of when my Grandma J called and I answered, “HI GRANDMA” in a super high-pitched voice.  What makes me do it?  Who knows.

A couple other phrases have also hit home…

“That’s crazy”.  The perfect response when you haven’t been listening at all; it works whether the other person has been saying something funny, sad, infuriating, or boring.  I’m totally guilty of this. 

“Frunk”.  To act very drunk when you have not consumed as much alcohol as you said, to fake being drunk.  Don’t hold it against me, but when I was a kid and my Dad would let me have an O’Douls, I would totally frunk.   I thought it was funny.  I still do.

2011 Resolutions

January 17, 2011 in Me, Thoughts | Leave a comment

I’ve never blogged resolutions before and I’m not entirely sure I’ve even made them in recent years.  Over the last week or two I’ve come up with a handful of them.  Here they are in no particular (or maybe a wee bit particular):

1.  Grow in my relationship with Christ through daily prayer, studying the Bible and finding a church community in Austin.

2.  Pass the last two parts of the CPA exam.  Side note:  Taking the Regulation section on 2/26/11.  In the meantime, I am asking for prayers and coffee gift cards.

3. Get back into “Emily circa 2005″ shape.  Archon and studying have taken a little toll on me.

4.  Join a new organization and do some volunteering.

5.  Let my hair grow.  It’s bordering on long for me (shoulder length) and I’m curious as to what it would look like on me.  No serious cutting before June.  Or July because I have bridesmaid duties on the 23rd!

6.  Run into Sandra Bullock and baby Louis somewhere around town.  Double bonus if Ryan Reynolds is visiting at the time.   

There you have it…. BRING IT ON, 2011!

Happy New Year

January 10, 2011 in Friends, Pictures | Leave a comment

From Abe Frohman.  Sausage King of Chicago.

Merry Christmas, my friends

December 27, 2010 in Family, Videos | Leave a comment

On Christmas Eve, my sister busted out some new Xbox dance game.  You watch the screen and try to emulate the dance moves.  It’s pretty much hilarious watching anyone do it, but it’s even more so watching Lance.  Because he takes it really, really seriously.  Here is my Christmas gift to the readers of my blog… 

Lance dancing to “Soulja Boy”.  Pay attention to the end.  He waves one of his hands in front of his face (I guess to signify his routine is over)… it’s my favorite part.  Also, please excuse the giggling/laughing from me.

The end of an era

December 27, 2010 in Family, Friends, Videos | Leave a comment

I don’t know how many people get a party thrown for them when they retire, let alone one as nice as the docents at the museum threw for my Mom.  They are such a fantastic group of people and it was fun to be able to attend the party!

Here is the cake they had made for her.  It showcases only a handful of the exhibits the museum has had during her time at AMOA (Austin Museum of Art).

But, my favorite part of the party, aside from seeing them all dressed as my Mom in sweater/skirt combos, was the song they performed.  It’s to the tune of “Born in the USA” but called “Tours at AMOA”.  Pretty special.  I just need to learn to keep quiet when filming anything.  I can hear myself on here giggling like an idiot.

All of the docents had such nice things to say about my Mom and have officially declared her as one of the legends of the museum.  Believe it or not, I even cried at the party.

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