.: Um..Call Me? :.

Remember that awkward scene in "Swingers" when the main character is leaving a series of embarrasing messages?

This is the reason I never give out my phone number in bars. Ever. I'll never make it on the dating scene.

Listen to it all the way through. Yes, it hurts but in the end it will be ok.

Blame swingchickie and her boyfriend for that matter...

.: The Doodlin' Song :.

I've had this song in my head. Its a version done by Blossom Dearie. Some of my dear Fizz DJs know she's my favorite so I like to think they are playing her just for me. (and I catch all the breaks like a mo fo..)

And there is this puppet theatre set up in front of the Art Institute. It reminds me of Punch and Judy. At any rate, I instantly fell in love. You put a little money in a slot and the puppets dance to the funniest songs. I took some pictures that I hope came out well. Still have to see...

Going through youtube and I found this...A video of some of my favorite things, Blossom Dearie's version to "The Doodlin'Song" and the funniest hand puppet show that happends to be in front of the AIC.



Obligato, pizzicato,
Try lambado, it's the craziest,
When you noodle, with the doodlin' song
2, 3, 4, like it so much I'll doodle some more

Say you love me, really love me,
Even softer, pianssimo
Say you love me, with the doodlin' song
B, C, D, Oh what you doodlin' do to me

Say you love me, really love me,
Say you love me true, I love you
Say you love me, please believe me
When you do, that makes two' dle

.: The Skeeziest Job Interview. Ever. :.

seriously. let's just say it didn't finish with a happy ending. imma go take a shower.

.: Its The Little Things :.

Since losing my job I've:

1) Decided that I'm going to have another go at earning money as a massage therapist. Its weird having to earn money over things I would gladly barter or do for free. I still have long, ridiculous, and expensive steps to take but I'll get there. Anyone need a massage? I'm still charging only 80 dollars and I bring my table to you. Or if you just want to just give me the money I will take that too.

2) Had a swing dance event. It tanked. I was worried and anxious about it all that night. Luckily I had such a great support of friends and dancers. It sucked but I realized that putting events up for the scene is totally worth it. It was an endeavor. It didn't work and I'll try again. btw I made all the money back the next grad night :) AND finally decided I deserve a percentage of the income. I looked at the numbers from last year and the year before. I've almost tripled the attendance of when I started "working" at Fizz.(UPDATE: I forgot to mention the folks that were there had alot of fun so it only really was a failure in numbers.)


3) Got another job. Not a "real" job but some income right? I went into my favorite cafe Drew's. I decided that I deserved a scoop of really good mango ice cream. Drew asked how I was doing and I told him about my job situation. He'd said he'll keep his ears open. Then he said that he might need me. He needed someone to go out and advertise the store. As he said: "A bullshitter and a flirt" And I told him I was his girl. So I've a few hours every weekend to chat people up about a place I chat up already. This time I get paid.

Its karma. I swear to God.

.: Typically Not A Good Day :.

Lost my job. Again.

BUT I took a good set of pictures.

and an old friend posted this on his FB:



Things will look up. As dear Oscar has said:

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
-Lord Darlington, Act III; Lady Windermere's Fan

.: New, New, New 25 List :.

Grabbed out a copy of this of my little files to show the Londoner. I've some I had knocked off:

-Do a soup kitchen - I did more that just a soup kitchen! It had table service. And I was a waitress taking orders, chatting up guest, even babysitting. I can't wait to do this again! Anyone interested joining me, just contact me.

-Learn to Surf - Did that in 2006

I have a couple of things I think I can get off the list soon:

-Run a 5K. Going to do one with my sister in August. Just needed the motivation...I would love to do this one..

-Master Escrima. Lucked out. I have a class just down the street. The guro is a teacher that Kuya Noah suggested. And its coming back to me. I can rock it soon enough.

-Learn guitar - Dude. At this point I just want to learn that Juno song, Don't Speak, and something else I forget. Volcano Girls. Sagar says he's going to teach me some stuff all the way from California. Yay technology!

So that's what I see myself accomplishing....

Now the Updated List

25 Things to Do Before I Die - in no particular order

1. Japan
2. Learn Guitar
3. Master Escrima
4. Go Canoeing with Rusty
5. Do a one-woman show
6. Be a mother
7. Direct a play in the Virginia
8. Swim in the Atlantic Ocean
9. France
10. Watch a Sing-a-long movie
11. Own a Convertible
12. Be debt-free
13. Do an art show or art fair
14. Be a wife
15. Write a love letter
16. Live in California
17. Visit New York City (for real)
18. Graduate with my bachelors
19. Own a puppy.
20. Live in an apartment by a river
21. Run a 5K
22. Publish poems
23. Visit London (For Real)
24. Take a train cross-country
25.

ugh. At a loss for this last one. any suggestions?

.: I {heart} Chicago :.

I know its 2am but this cracks ma shite up...

"The Complaints Choir invites people to complain as much as they want and to sing their complaints out loud together with fellow complainers. The first choir was organised in Birmingham followed by the Complaints Choir of Helsinki and Hamburg. The lyrics were written by the Choir, Music by Jeremy Jacobson. Project by Tellervo Kalleinen and Oliver Kochta-Kalleinen. Produced by Smog Veil Records/Frank Mauceri."



"My dead grandmother always votes for the wrong candidate."

"I am too smart for the men I date"

"And I am still thinking about sex"

.: What Am I Doing??? :.

Closed out the late night.
I'm too old for this shit, right? Right?

and.. I split my pance. Classy.

.: The Sweetest Thing :.

My sister reminded me how some new music turns the day around. Playing around on youtube, I fell back on a new spin of a few favorite things: Gwen Stefani and No Doubt, a great U2 song, and Gavin Rossdale *squeee*. She's even got him doing a little white dude dance. Its going to be a fuckin awesome day... Mmmm.. yummy..



My love she throws me like a rubber ball
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
She wont catch me or break my fall
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing
Babys got blue skies up ahead
But in this Im a rain cloud
You know she likes a dry kind of love
Oh oh oh, the sweetest thing

.: Traveling Via Traveler :.

In the last few weeks, I've housed a couple of stray dancers. All pretty much by chance. One from a posting on Windyhop. Ask and ye shall receive. Then another dancer because I'm a nosy person. He was searching out a hotel room on the cutest laptop ever. But a hotel room?! That just goes against my belief that dancers should stick together and help out when they can.

So I'd had lovely people on my couch. My housing technique is down pat. I really should be a hostel. They've sheets and towels. An extra set of keys. A CTA pass. Maps. And perhaps the most important thing - the passcode to the wifi. AND someone who'll try to take them to any and all dance venues while they are in town.

This, of course, forces me to go out dancing more. AND I actually enjoyed it. Not that I can say that I love dancers. I'm too cranky for that. Talking about how either of us started and what keeps us dancing makes me happy to hear. Talking about ideas and dreams makes me happy. Talking about incredibly silly things late night at a diner makes me happy. Me happy = better dances.

Furthermore, my visitor from London conned me into taking some workshop classes. Very interesting, learned quite a bit. We shared a private lesson with the visiting instructor. Learned alot there as well. Got me excited about playing around with dancing. I've so much to learn. Just when I thought I couldn't get more awesomer.

Having these travelers with me has made me really examine my life. They've let go of what they've known, what they have, and are just floating on a whim. So I learned a few lessons there too. I've really lucked out with who I've opened my doors to. Heh. My sisters remind me of all the dancers I had forgotten I'd housed. That's quite a few. I'd make a list but I'm done for tonight.

A video from the Londoner: