Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Tuesday, May 23, 2006 Many precede and many will follow, a young girl's dreams no longer hollow....I was caught very much off-guard today while listening to a CD. I keep hearing all about the Dixie Chicks new cd, so I dug out my old ones to listen since I haven't in quite a while. I was surprised to find myself near tears while listening to "Wide Open Spaces," only because it put me right back in a moment that I had forgotten about for years.
Right after I graduated from college, I had been offered a job out in San Diego, and the last night that all of my roommies and friends in Ann Arbor went to the karaoke bar before I left, they let me close out the night singing this song as my send-off. I hadn't thought about that night or that moment in years, and just hearing that song put me right up there, mic in hand, looking at the faces of people that I cared about so much that I was going to miss so much, with the faint smell of a bowling alley as the backdrop. It's funny how things never quite work out they way you used to think huh? I wonder what happened to that girl who was infinitely excited about the expansive possibilities that "took the shape of a place out West." Well here she is, with a whole different set of expectations, things that excite her, and possibilities than just a few short years ago. But such is life I suppose. Had I ended up 3000 miles ago, I would probably be saying the same damn thing. I guess as long as I plod along making the most of every moment as it is, then I can look back on any expanse of time without a second guess. I don't really like beautiful beaches, perfect sunshine and the breath-taking ocean anyway. They have crabs.
So yes, I'm a big fat liar although my pants are not on fire. But I didn't deliver the timely Jason Mraz concert review. Sorry, but sometimes things just take on a different dynamic than you had originally thought they would and the last thing you feel like doing is playing happy-go-lucky. (BTW, he was fan-frickin-tastic and there was that extreme moment of bliss when he was playing "Song for a Friend" as the encore that I thought Suzy and I were going to frighten away all of the people around us with our delight and exuberance. But thankfully Kelly, Adam and Chuck don't scare so easy).
Well, I'm the only one at work right now, hence the blogging. I would lament to you about the makings of my summer work schedule, but no no! I've turned over a new leaf and I'm not whiney-work-Lisa anymore. She's on vacation while who-doesn't-love-3-jobs-Lisa has taken her place until August. This version of me finds humor in everything. Particularly her own idiocy. And the idiocy of others. And the idiocy of randomness (ex. I had a man without legs tell me that he liked my shoes this morning).
Bring it on! I will engulf you all with a bear hug and swallow it all up as though it were palak paneer (obsessed!). And churn it out for all to read. Hopefully it won't end up resembling what I imagine palak paneer would look like regurgitated. Not that it looks that great as it is. But oh so tasty! That's what I aspire to: oh so tasty!
