Grace should be my middle name.

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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Things In My Apartment that You Wish You Had Too

1. A 4 foot long panoramic photograph from 1909 of St. Peter's Piazza. Framed. Black and white.

2. A "Rome-themed" dining room - 6 pictures including the Pieta, Trevi Fountain, the Collouseum and Sistine Chapel.

3. Original Grace creations using wood, wine-colored paint and doilees.

4. Arrangement of dried flowers.

5. A resident male named Pablo.

6. A 2nd bedroom tured art studio.

7. A grinder.

8. Exactly 3 paintings of naked people that I don't know what to do with.

9. Ginormous octopus paintings - Ok, maybe you don't want them now, but you definitely wanted them when you were in college.

10. Connect 4

Sunday, June 26, 2005

A Letter

Dear Disney,
I had a great time this weekend at Epcot and Blizard Beach. But I just had a few bones to pick with you. First and foremost, you're representation of Italy in your World Showcase is outstanding. The palace from Venice the mini Trevi fountain, high five on the architecture. But when it's 15 minutes before fireworks and I can't find gelati ANYWHERE, we might have a problem. Seriously, what good representation of Italy has not gelati. I was disappointed. So I headed to Germany and got some Longbrau instead. It was good. But seriously, I was in the mood for some fragola gelati. Really.
Secondly, what's with all the stairs at Blizard Beach? It's not cool. Not at all. But other than that, it was lots of fun. My little sister chickened out on Sumit Plumit. I got no sunburn and had lots of fun playing hide and go seek at my boyfriend's sister's house without my boyfriend. Ha! But Disney, I have to say that I had a great weeeknd. Back 15 years ago or so, my parents took us to see you so much in one year that we never wanted to go again. It was a good plan. But this weekend, I realized that it's a lot more fun to visit you when there's a bunch of new stuff you've never seen or ridden. Yeah, it was fun. Thanks! Let's do it again sometime!
PS. What's with all the pictures? Must you take my picture when I go down every slide and at the end of every ride? Just curious.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Moving Day

Well, tomorrow's the big move.

I'm really excited to go from a expensive 1 bedroom apartment to a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment for $300 LESS. But I'm not super excited about hauling all my crap 1.5 miles across town.

It'll be worth it.

So will the painted walls that I have planned. I purchased 2 buckets today at Walmart. One in Rosemary and one in Rosey Brown. The home decoration magazines I've been reading this summer have turned into some interesting schemes that I have already come up with and been making in my off-blogging and off-the-court time this summer.

And my Rome Wall will be spectacular. You'll be jealous. Really. Jealous. Probably almost as jealous of the Rome Wall as you'd be of the tan that I'm rocking now. And my serve, thanks to tennis camp fun, is pretty damn awesome. Or at least it was today. Wow.

In other news: Congrats to Al need to be in order. Al is going to South Carolina. Pending the completion of her masters. So obviously, she's definitely going. I'm not sure what I'm more impressed by, the fact that she is almost officially a medical physicist or her salary bargaining skills. Dude, Al, you rock. A lot. If I were in Houston, I'd give you a high five and a slap on the ass.

Monday, June 13, 2005

Way too long and lacking rhyme and reason...

Thanks to all with the concern about the afore mentioned grumpiness. It was pretty much unnecessary grumpiness because the next day things were looking up with the apartment and the day after that, they said, "You're moving in June 18th!" Which, for everyone counting at home, is next weekend. YES!

It worked out pretty well when my boyfriend (someday I'll have to give him a name here) says, "Wow, you're like the nicest grumpy person ever!" and "I'm doing pretty good. Almost 6 months and this is the first time you've been remotely grumpy."

Yeah, so it was pretty hard to remain that way hanging around someone THAT cool.

So this week it looks like I'll be doing some packing and moving. It also looks like I'll have to take down those folks at payroll so that I can somehow prove that I have a job and get paid and everything. A simple letter from my school doesn't seem sufficient because, apparently, I'm moving to a high security apartment complex, which is funny because I didn't need all this to live where I live now and where I live now has a gate and everything. Whatever. Next time I'll be more careful about throwing away pay stubs when I'm moving soon.

Oh, and I watched High Noon again last night. I saw it a few years ago when I devoted an entire summer to being depressed that college was over and attempting to watch the American Film Institute's Top 100 Films. It definitely is a superior movie. It's in my top 5. Right up there with Amelie (of course), Garden State (ahhh...Zach), Napoleon Dynamite (YES), the Sound of Music (Rolf is an ass), The Philadelphia Story (Mr. Grant...beautiful), and L.A. Confidential. You know, I'm noticing now, as I type and listen to my Garden State soundtrack that like all my favorite movies have notable soundtracks. Music is important. Huge. Except that one movie that I know at least 2 or 3 of you think is wonderful and has a really great soundtrack by Paul and Art, but I think is absolutely horrible. But I'm not going to discuss that here.

What I would like to discuss is the fact that 2 of my students on the same day all vocalized to me that Garden State was their favorite movie. WTF?! You're ELEVEN. Maybe TWELVE. It was bad enough when my 16 year old sister liked it a lot. But seriously, if you haven't even gotten your period yet, you can't appreciate it. You can't. That is all.

But the main thing I wanted to tell you was about High Noon. If you haven't seen it, you really should. It was up within the top 10 of the AFI's list and just freaking awesome. Back when I was in college and looking to bump up my GPA, I took a "Mass Media" class where we spent a full class period watching this special on AFI's top 100 movies. You've probably seen similar things. They've done AFI's best villans and heros, AFI's best songs from movies (from which Tomorrow from Annie was definitely overlooked). Anyway, they have a bunch of celebrities talking about how great the movies are and blah blah blah. Well, I don't know that much about westerns and whatnot, so I didn't know of High Noon. It stuck in my mind because they had then president Bill Clinton talking about how it was his favorite movie. Now, I watched this special in 2002, years after the scandal and such, so it was extremely funny to hear him talk about how Gary Cooper completely embodies "character", "integrity", and "virtue". Except he probably didn't use the word virtue, but you get the idea.

So that summer, I watched many movies and I made it a point of seeing that one that Bill Clinton talked about. And the funny thing is that he was RIGHT. Gary Cooper DOES indeed embody character and strength and honesty. So now, apparently, I share a favorite movie with Slick Willie.

Sorry this has become an epistle of ginormous size and little rhyme or reason. I should go to bed.

High Noon. You should see it.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005


Here's the scenario:

You've spent 5 hours working in the sun. You're tired, hot, dehydrated and wanting only to lay on a couch and watch movies (or read the latest decorating magazine). But you got that bill in the mail for your computer and you actually have enough money to pay off the full effing thing. So you get your stuff together and write that check. It feels good to know that's one last bill every month you have to pay. All you have left to do is put the stamp on. But where is the stamp? Grrr...this is really holding up your evening activities. Where are the stamps? Oh, here they are, YES, now I can send this on it's merry way and be on mine as well. Except, where is the sealed envelope on which to PUT the stamp. You JUST had it! Where is it?

15 minutes pass and you find it in your painting box that, along with the other painting supplies are taking up you're whole danged room. Why is it in the painting box? Who knows? Who cares? Let's go.

Next on the day's agenda is inquiring about the new and much cheaper apartment you're moving into in 1 month. Or SUPPOSEDLY moving into in one month. Because when you go up and ask, "WTF? When am I moving in?" They say, "OOoooo, let's have you fill out another card."

Aside: What the heck is it with these CARDS anyway. Why aren't you using a computer system? What is this, 1977? Probably because only OLD people work there and they probably don't even know how to SPELL computer.

So the whole situation, along with a situation with your current apartment complex is completely stressfull and confusing and I most certainly won't bore you with the details. But it chafed me. A lot.

And as, I'm sure you gathered from the title of this post, I'm not feeling so happy go lucky. So I'm going to bed. Good night.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Did I Ever Tell You?

Did I ever tell you how much I love being a teacher?

I mean, I know I have. As soon as I started, I knew that those 2 years in grad school wouldn't be a complete waste or anything. I was having some second thoughts on the last day of school, which is officially the LONGEST day of my LIFE. Kids were wild, there was tons of paper work and grades were already in. The worst part about that was that the kids NEW IT. Basically, they knew that nothing we were doing for the last 2 days counted for a damn thing and the attitudes shoed it. But seriously, who could blame them.

Well, I got my paperwork moved in, recruited a bunch of kids to move my classroom for me and sent 2 kids home for being jerks and by the time I got back to my apartment, I was exhausted. All I could think was, "I. Am. So. Glad. There. Is. Only. One. Last. Day. Of. School."

The next day, the teacher-work-day, wasn't even that much better. It was basically just stressful and a big race to see how fast everyone could get out. To make matters worse, I had to pack for a family reunion, break it to my boyfriend that my dad would be riding with us to the family reunion, and clean the apartment and carso my father wouldn't think I'm a complete slob.

Well, it all got accomplished and the family reunion was basically a lot of eating and water sports, which I payed for dearly the next day. Thanks uncles for the wacky boat driving! Loosing your niece, Grace, off the tube the first time, was avoidable in not having her sit opposite her twice-as-heavy-male-cousin. But dumping Grace and youre 6 year old son off upside down was sort of my breaking point.

Well, now I'm back, teaching tennis in the mornings and afternoons. Or at least trying too. Yeah, welcome to south Florida summers and hurricane season!