It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…

Yesterday, I got a big fat check in the mail. Yippee!

And today (I think!) the Sept. 6 issue of Woman’s World, which
features my story, will be out! I checked the Tops next door before I
came in to work, but it wasn’t there yet.

*happy dance*

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Good God…

I’m not normally judgmental about what other people read, but the woman I’m filling in for at my temp job gets the Sylvia Browne newsletter emailed to her from Barnes and Noble.

Sylvia Browne? Gak.

I’ve read one of her books…recommended to me by someone I worked with back at the evil nonprofit…dealing with death, etc. It was awful. Sylvia Browne is either a hack, off her rocker, or completely high.

In other news, I tore some skin off my upper lip eating a popsicle last night. Go ahead, laugh. I would, if it didn’t freaking hurt so much.

Movin’ on up?

I can’t believe I forgot to write about the weirdest thing that ever happened.

On Monday, when Rand and I were leaving the restaurant, we noticed a
fairly large-ish group of people standing on the corner across the
street. They stood in a circle, holding hands, all speaking loudly and
unintelligably.

I stopped, and sort of stared for a minute.

“What’s going on?” Rand asked. I pointed. “Are they speaking in tongues?”

“I have no idea,” I said.

We turned away and continued walking toward the car, sat there for a
moment or two deciding if we wanted to go get dessert, and then left.
When we pulled out of the parking lot, the people were gone. All of
them. As if they had never been there.

I pointed again. “What the..how did…where did they go?”

“Maybe they got taken up,” Rand said.

Uh, maybe. It was completely bizarre.

Party!

I want to go to this:

Party for the Parks

Party for the Parks will transform Hoyt Lake and the Delaware Park Casino into a great party place to be. Live music featuring BuffaloοΏ½s own Jackdaw, Trefoyle & Friends and The Ifs are all scheduled to perform on a specially made stage built over the majestic Hoyt Lake.

So one of my favorite bands at one of my very favorite spots in the city…how could I miss this? πŸ™‚

And here’s a blog that’s recently caught my attention:

A Series of Inconsequential Events

Good stuff. πŸ™‚

Huh?

Did I hear Melissa Ethridge covering Refugee on the radio this
morning? What’s up with that? πŸ™‚

Thank you all again for the bday wishes, and thank you, Jen for
sending your readers my way…I feel very much loved and appreciated!

Rand and I had dinner at Left Bank last night. I’d never been there
before, so that was a treat. I had a cheese tortellini with spinach,
roasted red peppers and mushrooms (ew) in a cream sauce. So, it was a
little bit rich. And I just ate around the mushrooms. πŸ˜‰ I also had
some tasty chicken and chorizo gumbo. I actually tasted okra! What’s
happening to me? πŸ˜‰

We were supposed to see Hamlet on Friday night, which got cancelled
because of the rain. πŸ™ It’s a curse. On Sunday, I got to meet Rand’s
brother Tim who lives in New York, and he’s great! He’s also a little
bit Rain Man…(kidding, but let me explain.)

He had this Billboard Top 40 book from like 1987, which he apparently
memorized when he was a teenager. Their other brother David pulled out
the book and started quizzing him, giving him an artist and song, and
Tim would tell him the top chart position, year, and number of weeks
on the chart.

Then he started just listing them. He’d be given an artist, say,
Olivia Newton John, and he’d just rattle off the hits. In order. It
was unreal. He could take this on tour, I swear. πŸ™‚

In other news, my stupid temp job is more boring than ever. I’m bored
out of my mind. Blah. I can’t wait until I’m not working here anymore
so I can tell all of my stupid stories. πŸ˜‰

It’s my birthday too, yeah…

Thanks to those who have already sent acknowledgements. I greatly appreciate it!

A friend of mine just asked me if I feel older…and I responded by
saying it kind of feels like a non-event. Last year was the big deal.
Now I’m just *in my thirties* (boy, that sounds weird…), and it
probably won’t be an issue again until I’m about to turn 40.

All in all, I’d have to say the past year has been a very, very good
one. And soon, I believe, I’ll have my career issues sorted out and
will be able to breathe a bit easier. It’s coming. I know it is.

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Ah, me boys!

It’s a good thing Great Big Sea is so much fun, because the people at the Great Big Sea concert were really annoying. And not to offend my many wonderful Canadian friends, but most of the rude, annoying people were Canadians. I thought Canadians were know for being polite…This one woman, who was pretty much hammered at the *beginning* of the concert, came all the way from Crystal Beach! Can you believe it? πŸ˜‰ I make fun because she and her friend pretty much thought they should be able to squeeze up front in front of everyone else because they came *all the way from Canada*. She spent a good ten minutes before the band came out whistling and screaming. Then she tried to make small talk with me.

Ahem. Anyway. Even if you’re wanting to kill annoying people, you just can’t help but smile when Alan Doyle starts to sing. Their music is all so happy! I absolutely love “I’m a Rover,” and am usually disappointed when they perform it live, but I was very impressed tonight!

They played most of what you would expect to hear, except that I noticed they didn’t do any of the slower, more ballad-y stuff. Boston and St. John. Fast as I Can. But overall, it was a good mix of newer stuff and older stuff. I like so much of what they do that it’s hard to pinpoint a favorite, but I do love it when they’re doing four-part vocals. (General Taylor, for example)

There was a weird moment in the middle of the show when some woman came running through the crowd up toward the front of the stage. She kind of grabbed me on her way by, and I was like, “You can stop touching me now.” Ack. People. πŸ™‚

They did a little medley of 80s songs which included Video Killed the Radio Star, Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This), and Summer of ’69. Quite random, eh? That led into their cover of Run Runaway. They finished up with an encore that included The Old Black Rum and Rant and Roar.

Fantastic music. If only we could do something about those darn people…heehee!

Hey, lookit me!

I finally met Dave Huth, who I was beginning to think might be fictitious. Not only is he quite real, he’s also very, very cool. Check out his Photo Blog, which I will be blogrolling soon. (and check out his most recent entry!)
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Today at the square is Great Big Sea! Yay!

My upcoming birthday is feeling very anti-climactic after last year…which I suppose is a good thing. Now it’s just like, “eh, another birthday.”

I did not get called back for a second interview on Interview #2. I did contact the principal to ask for some feedback, and he very kindly (and quickly) responded. One thing I do need is to work on my confidence…I’m sometimes a little hesitant, and I do get nervous, especially in panel interview settings. But he was generally very positive and encouraging, and told me to just keep being myself and look for the right fit. I haven’t heard anything on Interview #1 yet. They said a week to a week and a half.

And maybe (maybe) I’ll get an interview on the college thing…

I say we only use 10% of our hearts…

So I saw Wedding Crashers on Monday, and I thought it was really, really funny. I laughed. A lot. The girl Owen Wilson falls for is completely adorable. (Rachel McAdams
, who I have to say, looks much better as a brunette than as a blonde.)

And holy crap…I spent the entire movie trying to figure out who was playing the boyfriend, and it wasn’t until the credits rolled that I slapped my hand to my head and said “Of COURSE.” Bradley Cooper. aka Will from Alias. His character was so completely and utterly un-Will
like that I just couldn’t figure it out.

Two questions…Vince Vaughn almost always plays a mysoginistic ass (Dodgeball excluded), and yet I almost always like him at the end of the movie. How does he get away with that?

And second, relating to the boyfriend thing…in romantic comedies, the “other” is almost always a complete asshole. It was true in this movie, and it was true in The Wedding Singer, for example. On the one hand, I understand this tactic as a way to gain sympathy for the romantic lead who is, essentially, trying to steal the girl away. We would kind of hate him for it if we didn’t want to see him get the girl, and it seems justified if the guy she’s with is a jerk. On the other hand, in these movies, he’s *such* a jerk that it just makes us wonder why she’s with him at all…do you think this is at all realistic?

Anyway, if you want a good laugh, see Wedding Crashers.

Oh, and hey! The soundtrack included a tune by the Weakerthans. πŸ™‚

*Takes deep breath*

Interview #1 down. Interview #2 tomorrow. I feel interview #1 went very well, but it’s so hard to tell sometimes.

I also understand that *someone* I know has never been turned down for a job he’s interviewed for. Never. As in, ever. And to that I say, “Pthhhhhhhh.” πŸ˜‰

I’ve been lax in my reading, although I did just finish “All Families Are Psychotic” by Douglas Coupland, and I continue to enjoy him. A full review coming soon.

Tonight, I’m off to the Revitalize Buffalo meeting with Jen.

Hope everyone’s having a good week!