tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59745052011-04-21T21:19:31.036-07:00showgrrlAlmost 31 and I don't look a day over Pixie.wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1123696043616424892005-08-10T10:35:00.000-07:002005-08-10T10:47:23.623-07:00Today's topic is...Avante Garde Theatre, and Why I've Never Hoped to Be InvolvedI'm in a little play. One-Act thing. Very short play. Call it what you want, it's 10 pages of me talking to another girl in a waiting room at a TV audition.In and of itself, this sounds pretty innocuous, right? It's a cute script, and I do the role very well. So far so good.Last night was the first rehearsal. I wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1121541870363363912005-07-16T15:25:00.000-07:002005-07-16T12:24:30.393-07:00Well. Here we all are, at Bowling For Dollars.I started to complain about something that's really been getting to me for the past while, and maybe at a later date I will. But, as I opened this page, I realized, at least for the time being, I'm a very blessed person.I have friends who (usually) care about me.I'm fat, but I can fix it.I have 2 parents, who usually like me (although one is wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1118869689575956052005-06-15T13:44:00.000-07:002005-06-15T14:08:09.580-07:00Well, the good mood didn't last long enough. Damn.I'm trying to video tape something for a director, and I mean, I'm very technologically-challenged, so it's taken me many hours to figure out how to work the camera, tripod, adapter tape... (this is a very old system, that apparently was replaced by the newer systems for very good reason.) Anyway, I start to tape last night, and of course many wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1118783306806991092005-06-14T14:00:00.000-07:002005-06-14T14:08:26.813-07:00Life has been interesting lately. My petunias are beginning to take over the world, and last night in a caffeine-related frenzy, I managed to get my Tiffany's bracelet on SO well that I will probably never be able to get it off.I had a really nice time last night at a bar I like to frequent. Right off the bat, I see two of my friends, and we chatted, and then the coolest thing happened; some wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1117912762525379792005-06-04T15:02:00.000-07:002005-06-04T12:19:22.530-07:00For today's topic, we'll focus on Nature.Generally, I'm in favor of nature. Not scary nature, like spiders and raccoons and possums (henceforth to be referred to as "Kitty-Eaters"), but I do enjoy cute, furry nature. Also I enjoy my garden, which leads me to the conclusion that nature is raging out of control.There is a wonderful product on the market called Liquid Fence. It is a water-based wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1116365402348804832005-05-17T14:28:00.000-07:002005-05-17T14:30:02.353-07:00My dad won't let me say anything specific about recent events (he's a very smart business man), but what I CAN tell you, is that sometimes nice girls do win.Sometimes, we even find employment :).But, you didn't hear anything specific from me! :)wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1115761099030247122005-05-10T14:20:00.000-07:002005-05-10T14:38:19.056-07:00Of course, we all lost our jobs. Now, let's make things even worse (why not?); Apparently it did me no good to send in my stuff to my agency to re-audition, because I found out today that ship has sailed. They've already asked back the people they are interested in, and I am disappointed to say that I have not been asked. Actually I'm more than disappointed, I feel like either crying or wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1115760014651758122005-05-10T14:19:00.000-07:002005-05-10T14:20:14.656-07:00We're going to see if this even works before I do anything else.wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1115759938931181902005-05-10T14:18:00.000-07:002005-05-10T14:18:58.936-07:00wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1114886075269467522005-04-30T14:27:00.004-07:002005-04-30T11:34:35.270-07:00Today we're going to discuss being underpaid.When people ask me how much an Auto Show girl makes, I honestly answer, "I don't know what everyone is getting paid. We're not allowed to discuss it. I only know what I'm getting paid.""Well how much do you get paid?""Not NEARLY what I'm worth."It's an honest answer.Now theatres are taking advantage of me. I'm (at long last) in two plays: one this wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1114886074219044662005-04-30T14:27:00.003-07:002005-04-30T11:34:34.220-07:00Today we're going to discuss being underpaid.When people ask me how much an Auto Show girl makes, I honestly answer, "I don't know what everyone is getting paid. We're not allowed to discuss it. I only know what I'm getting paid.""Well how much do you get paid?""Not NEARLY what I'm worth."It's an honest answer.Now theatres are taking advantage of me. I'm (at long last) in two plays: one this wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1114886045547438582005-04-30T14:27:00.001-07:002005-04-30T11:34:05.546-07:00Today we're going to discuss being underpaid.When people ask me how much an Auto Show girl makes, I honestly answer, "I don't know what everyone is getting paid. We're not allowed to discuss it. I only know what I'm getting paid.""Well how much do you get paid?""Not NEARLY what I'm worth."It's an honest answer.Now theatres are taking advantage of me. I'm (at long last) in two plays: one this wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1114886024481435512005-04-30T14:27:00.000-07:002005-04-30T11:33:44.483-07:00Today we're going to discuss being underpaid.When people ask me how much an Auto Show girl makes, I honestly answer, "I don't know what everyone is getting paid. We're not allowed to discuss it. I only know what I'm getting paid.""Well how much do you get paid?""Not NEARLY what I'm worth."It's an honest answer.Now theatres are taking advantage of me. I'm (at long last) in two plays: one this wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1113258989876255962005-04-11T15:25:00.000-07:002005-04-11T15:36:29.876-07:00Tomorrow I go to my last auto show, in Dallas. I feel like I might as well live there, because by Monday the 18th, I will have totalled 2 months in the Dallas area this season alone.Today we're going to focus on Things I Would've Done Differently, If Only I'd known Then What I Know Now.1) I wouldn't worry so much if my boots were professionally shined, because so many of the account's "wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1107823547735977682005-02-07T19:35:00.000-08:002005-02-07T16:45:47.736-08:00I'll be surprised if this thing still lets me post. I guess that would be the reason we don't wait 5 months between writing- we never know if it will work again :).
Things here are fine, work is busy, which is very good. Tomorrow I'm flying to Buffalo, where I will probably be snowed in, and have to live in the hotel for the rest of my life. I hope there's a bar :).
I missed my audition wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1107823681261447952005-02-07T16:47:00.000-08:002005-02-07T16:48:01.260-08:00And how did we like that spelling in the previous blog?! Wow! To think I grew up with English...wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1094679418365610172004-09-08T17:42:00.000-07:002004-09-08T14:36:58.373-07:00Life's not fair, is it?wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1094334843941867672004-09-04T14:46:00.000-07:002004-09-04T14:54:03.940-07:00It's a good thing.
Today is a good day for several reasons, and you have to read about them :).
- My migraine is subsiding.
- It's my last shift with Marlboro for awhile. Sorry guys, it's not personal, I'm just ready to not work till 3am every weekend :).
- I finished Becky's baby gift.
- I saw KT at BVR, and she's going to help me.
- I found my key to the cabinets at the Auto Shows.
-I've wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1093908023533689072004-08-30T19:01:00.000-07:002004-08-30T16:20:23.533-07:00I've started this entry 4 times now.
Bad, bad, bad things are happening, and it's hard not to let it get to me.
You know, I just want something to go right. No, no, that's a lie- I want several consecutive things to go right. In fact, following is my ideal day:
Wake up at 10am to see ER.
Eat 2 donuts, but not gain any weight.
Finish everybody's baby gifts, and be sure that everyone will love wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1093906236105208842004-08-30T15:42:00.000-07:002004-08-30T15:50:36.106-07:00Today at 2:30pm my dad showed me how to use his computer to play my birthday present, The Sims. I created the Redneck Family, with Billybob Redneck, his wife Eunice, his mistress Chastity, and his two kids Millie Sue and Billybob, jr.
I couldn't get the furniture in the house, so the beds are out back. The toilet and shower are in two different rooms. They have one chair and one table, which wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1092090940091771232004-08-09T15:33:00.001-07:002004-08-09T15:35:40.093-07:00Here are your hints, then try to guess what this means:
-Salary freeze
-Shared rooms despite seniority
-Fewer days
If you guessed Auto Show Contract, you win a prize!wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1092090908541100142004-08-09T15:33:00.000-07:002004-08-09T15:35:08.543-07:00Here are your hints, then try to guess what this means:
-Salary freeze
-Shared rooms despite seniority
-Fewer days
If you guessed Auto Show Contract, you win a prize!wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1092012873851603012004-08-08T17:30:00.000-07:002004-08-08T17:54:33.850-07:00Today's topic will focus on Men.
Some men are nice.
Some men only are nice because they want something.
That something is usually sex.
If the men in question are gay, then they don't want sex.
Instead, they want you to introduce them to other men so they can all be nice to each other, because some men only want sex.
Some men are smart.
Some men lose IQ points every time they walk through a wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1091824881913959612004-08-06T13:32:00.000-07:002004-08-06T13:41:21.913-07:00I'm about to cry. Or throw something. Or pull out my hair. That's a shame, because I have really cute hair lately.
I don't like waiting. I'm not really the World's Most Patient Person when it comes to needing to know things NOW, so I'm a little bit stressed out.
I'm waiting to see if I have a job.
I'm waiting to see if BVR contacts me back.
I'm waiting to find an audiologist. (Apparently no wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1088571244688637402004-06-29T21:25:00.000-07:002004-06-29T21:54:04.686-07:00Today's discussion will focus on some Simple Lessons of Life:
Weed-B-Gone is a hoax. Weeds are supposed to die within 24 hours, and as they start to look brown, they lift their tiny leaves to their stamens and pistols, and laugh at you. Then they procreate.
This One Works!, which is a product designed to discourage deer, hot cross bunnies, and other Disney-esque critters in your yard from wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1087411473654275762004-06-16T11:39:00.000-07:002004-06-16T11:44:33.653-07:00To Do Today:
The exact opposite of whatever comes naturally.
- Don't email the cute boy
- Don't eat the entire pie
- Don't smoke another cigarette
- Don't sit and watch tv all day
- Don't bug my best friends
Yes! If I can accomplish all of this, I'll be on the right track to a normal life! I think I can do this!
But not now, because an important episode of Law and Order is on, and I have justwendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1086395028419154022004-06-04T17:13:00.000-07:002004-06-04T17:23:48.420-07:00I started this blog ready to expand on how people only talk to me when they want something from me, but you know? I have some good friends (albeit far, far away friends, in other states and time zones) who would never do that to me. They're just nice to be nice. They're just good people.
They need to make a trip down here to teach everyone else how to do it too.Ïwendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1086213046323328412004-06-02T14:46:00.000-07:002004-06-02T14:50:46.323-07:00Yeah, so today I auditioned for what I think is a corporate video for P&G. Whatever, I'm not holding my breath.
The reason I bring this up, is because when I go into to be taped, my agent looks at me on the tv monitor, looks at me through the camera, and asks me (remember I am not making this up), "Did you color your hair?"
"No," I replied, trying not to look disgusted.
Now remember, I am not wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1086144941425679102004-06-01T22:29:00.000-07:002004-06-01T19:55:41.426-07:00Okay, perhaps this is going to work.
I hate men. All kinds of men, I don't discriminate.
For my current fascination with death and making my will, I'd like to thank the following men:
My agent, who not only didn't believe that I was cast in an advertising campaign, but wouldn't call the producer to hash out my pay rate, then upon me receiving the check directly (what the hell was I wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1086143343887149222004-06-01T22:28:00.000-07:002004-06-01T19:29:03.886-07:00God alone knows if this will work.dwendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1083640939851775822004-05-03T20:04:00.000-07:002004-05-03T20:26:23.310-07:00Following is The State of the Union Address:
There is no work. Here I'm defining "work" as "something that people do to obtain money in return for services rendered, ideally the something that said people were trained to do in college." And there ain't none, at least not for me.
I have attended auditions, and I have been wonderful at these auditions, yet no work follows these auditions. For mewendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1081224052727033552004-04-05T20:34:00.000-07:002004-04-05T21:04:37.793-07:00I have many faults. My talents have limits. Unfortunately, there are several people in my life right now that joyously point out these limits and faults to me every single day. Like I need reminding.
Some of these people are just bitter, and there are others that have goals. Maybe these goals are more important than mine. Maybe they'll change the world. Maybe they'll be rich and famous andwendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1079765527665299012004-03-19T22:32:00.000-08:002004-03-19T22:55:28.826-08:00I think it's the opening line from Lion King that is my favorite, or at least one of my favorites: Scar is catching a mousey, and before he tries to eat it, he says to the mousey, "Life's not fair, is it?" I AM that mousey. At least lately.
A theatre called me last week to come up and audition for a show, and I've worked there before, but it's under new managment (read: now all hell's broken wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-107881023438904572004-03-08T21:17:00.000-08:002004-03-08T21:33:40.700-08:00This is one of those times that I wonder how much worse things could actually be going. And I lost my favorite lipgloss.
This was not an expensive lipgloss, but it was my favorite. I bought it because it was called "Pixie Peach", and I've been known as "Pixie" to many people in the theatre community for several years. "Pixie" started out as a derrogatory name, from Pixie Stix candy, because I wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1077737428574619222004-02-25T11:22:00.000-08:002004-02-25T11:33:17.826-08:00The time grows nigh, the hour is upon us. At least it feels like we're coming down to the wire, here. I have the migraine to prove it. Ah, my kingdom for work!
So, my darlings, one of them sort of seems to understand my plight, and the other, well... I'm worried because I have no back-up plan. If I don't get theatre work this summer, and I don't have many (or any) auto show days, by which I wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1077653247874097912004-02-24T11:54:00.000-08:002004-02-24T12:10:16.093-08:00You know, the funny thing is, my parents have my password into my email and this blog. Most parents would read it. Mine can't recall that I'm in the same dwelling as they.
So, this is kind of weird, and I'm just all strung-out-up-in-arms over it; See, after April 19, I have no job. I auditioned, and it was really good, better than I hoped, better than I thought it would go. Now I wait, rightwendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1077236956822858192004-02-19T16:18:00.000-08:002004-02-19T16:31:58.246-08:00The thing about the business I'm in, is that if you're working, it's a good thing. Most people, the kind with real jobs, if you ask them how they are, what's going on in their lives they'll likely reply , "Ugh, working...", whereas actors or models are like, "Hey! I'm great! I'm working!!!" (subtext: someone likes me). It's a weird business.
I can wax about this, because I've got time on my wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1077059941069624302004-02-17T15:10:00.000-08:002004-02-17T15:23:17.466-08:00So, now we begin The Waiting Game, not to be confused with The Weighting Game, which has lost all fascination for me since the recent development of The Cheesecake Factory in Kenwood.
Yes, the audition was good (dare I say, kick-ass?), and I got some really good callbacks. Now, however, I wait for the producers to decide if they like me enough to employ me for a few months.
I had this one wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1076007936572951932004-02-05T10:56:00.000-08:002004-02-05T11:07:58.576-08:00So, I've changed my song for approximately the 86th time. I figure by Sunday morning at 9:30am, I'll have one :). The monologue is decided upon- I'm only interested in about 5, and I rotate. This Sunday's will be the Space one.
The dance, oh my goodness, at this point I'm hoping no one will call me back to dance, because I'm fat and out of shape. And tap, geez, I'm downstairs practicing, and wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1075937683266920642004-02-04T15:30:00.000-08:002004-02-04T15:37:03.746-08:00Aha! Again, technology evades my simple mind... But, I'm back on this site, so, Ha, Technology! Foiled again!
So, I'm sick again (why not?), and I have an audition on Sunday, where I'll be accepting any and all prayers and good vibes on that day at about, say, 9:30am. Let's face it- I need money, and I'm not all that interested in the Prostitution Ring I've valued so highly in my past wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1075262509892012812004-01-27T20:01:00.000-08:002004-01-27T20:04:00.106-08:00Today I learned that "Deaf girls are just for sex". Okay, I lied, I'd learned it before, but I relearned it again today. My, isn't my self-esteem through the roof right now...
Anyway, this is focused on my two darlings, my two sweet, smart, supportive boys. Why they are so nice to me, God alone knows. I still can't believe they let me hang out with them, let alone be Superfriends, complete wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1074911774807459432004-01-23T18:24:00.000-08:002004-01-23T18:39:17.340-08:00Today I found out that I'm just not going to be satisfied until I'm not sick anymore.
I got sick in Detroit, at the NAIAS, which is kind of my little tradition; every year I work NAIAS, and every year I get sick. This year I decided to outdo myself, and get AS SICK AS POSSIBLE, yet still be considered, technically, alive.
Anyway, I thought that I would be happier when I could see again (my eyeswendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1073257264345123332004-01-04T14:52:00.000-08:002004-01-04T15:01:55.126-08:00My goodness, my goodness, my goodness...
Here we are in 2004, which can only mean one important thing: I survived 2003! And I will NEVER have a year like that again, thank you God!
Already 2004 has put 2003 to shame; I've been asked out by 6 guys (4 Deaf), and whether or not I go out with them, it's really nice to be asked. I saw my friend from college, who talked about getting married in June,wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1071723383757019412003-12-17T20:43:00.000-08:002003-12-17T20:56:37.496-08:00Here we all are, once again. Let me tell you about medical insurance; it sucks. The Cheerful Insurance Agents are very, very nice as they Cheerfully explain to you that "actually your rate is double what we said it would be, but that's normal, and you shouldn't worry about it." Phew! And to think I was concerned! Silly me!
So, I shall now defer my medical needs to only the very best Witch wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1071193252189290522003-12-11T17:24:00.000-08:002003-12-11T17:41:04.500-08:00I'm becoming Amish again.
I'm sick of dealing with insurance people. Now (why not?) they're SO CLOSE to getting it right, I mean CLOSE, and I felt the delirium and giddiness of success in my mission for almost 3 full days- but then, then, then it all went to hell. Some misguided woman who is not my agent (this I can't get out of my mind) is telling me the company is going to start deducting wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1071028071602275462003-12-09T19:39:00.000-08:002003-12-09T19:48:03.520-08:00Joy to the World, my world is no longer spinning! I'm thrilled! And God, please bless the people who had some sympathy towards my state- I realize there's not a lot you can do from NYC, Chicago, Oregon, Indiana... but it was nice for support, and i really appreciate it. Special thanks to my sweet friend who sent the information on Vertigo to me- as soon as I have a good sense of humor, I'll gowendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1070689044535990702003-12-05T21:21:00.000-08:002003-12-05T21:39:02.063-08:00And here would be a brief synopsis because I forgot that I never tell anyone anything, so the previous post made between Little and No Sense to people who like continuity. You're right, I'm faking the Veritgo- it's really the hair.
I grew up hearing, the n Saw The Light. Ha! God thinks I can handle big challenges, so he decided it might be fun to see what the singer/dancer/actress would do wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1070684289711582662003-12-05T19:50:00.000-08:002003-12-05T20:18:20.826-08:00Does anyone know why I'm so dizzy? NOT that, I mean literally, falling-down, "Why aren't there railings everywhere?" dizzy. It's stopped being amusing. I'm used to a couple days a month of this (no, I don't know why, it just happens), but this has been since Saturday, and it's just not cool.
I don't know who to go to to get it fixed- one doctor says she can't help me, and the other one wantswendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1070491593598125432003-12-03T14:46:00.000-08:002003-12-03T14:46:43.746-08:00And here we all are at Bowling for Dollars. In college I had this professor, Dr. Shapiro, who started a benefit concert with that sentence. Off the subject of anything in the world, that was the best concert I've ever seen in my life. It was mostly the Instumental Faculty (I was Voice), so I didn't really know them, but my gosh, these are some talented people! The last piece was piano, by ourwendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1069737053050279622003-11-24T21:09:00.000-08:002003-11-24T21:13:25.076-08:00Oops. So many buttons on this thing. I'm working on telepathy instead of using this, and I'm working on time travel so I can avoid O'Hare International.
You'd never guess from reading these that English is actually the language I grew up with. Wouldn't you think I'm fluent in some language which is unfamiliar with plurality and tenses?
bwendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1069736774742440292003-11-24T20:42:00.000-08:002003-11-24T21:08:23.173-08:00Have I mentioned I can't wait for this year to be over? I'm one of those believers in Timing. My Timing has been so off, all year, really. Well, only since about May or June, and I thought I'd get back on once the summer was over, but that was not the case, so now I'm putting my hope in the New Year's Basket. Oh, geez, I hope it will absolve by then...
I did learn some very important things wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1069547308335953632003-11-22T16:15:00.000-08:002003-11-22T16:28:35.943-08:00So, I'm Amish now. Henceforth, I shall be communicating via smoke signals and windmills. By mistake I managed to grow field corn in one of my gardens, and it's now drying to be fed to critters later on, so I think that pretty much fulfills my Requirements to Become Amish.
Ahh, corporations, the reason I've decided to change my ways and live a Simpler Life; My health insurance company is toying wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1069465464511027382003-11-21T17:34:00.000-08:002003-11-21T17:44:31.536-08:00How bad is it that my friends have to keep telling me how to access this thing? I vividly remember taking Computer Literacy in college- it didn't help too much.
Erica is getting married. She won't even be there to see me in Indy for the auto show, which in my opinion is the whole point to having that city on my schedule.
I've gone out a few times with this guy, and he treats me like a Princess,wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1068164123987904552003-11-06T16:08:00.000-08:002003-11-06T16:15:27.646-08:00So, my best friend is getting married. She's the nicest, most sincere, genuine person I've ever met, and she's getting married. If I were a good person, I'd be driving to Indy right now to congratulate her, but I'm not a good person. I'm an evil jealous person. She's absolutely perfect- she's beautiful, she has a great job, she's the best person in the whole world. I can't even get my wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1066970139886258152003-10-23T21:25:00.000-07:002003-10-23T21:35:39.806-07:00Today it only took me 10 minutes to get into this thing.
I have to tell you my Amanda story, but first some background; Amanda is a girl I work with on the Auto Shows. Some of the veterans stayed in a hotel a few years ago in Dallas when it was "Cricket Season" (apparently August-Sept), and thusly have quite a special bond with these critters, known as Fear/Hate. We kept getting crickets in wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1066851664450862402003-10-22T12:29:00.000-07:002003-10-22T12:41:04.210-07:00Gee, and in the short short time of only 15 minutes I was able to figure out how to get back into this site. Maybe the directions are crystal clear to everyone else (me being eye-candy and all), but I kept creating new blog addresses or something fantastic. It needs to be easier access for the technology impaired sect of the population.
Today I will finish the rainbow blanket that will be wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974505.post-1066792733043270142003-10-21T20:18:00.000-07:002003-10-21T20:24:34.760-07:00Okay. I'm doing this blog thing because my friends do it. Gosh, Computerized Peer Pressure...
My name is Wendy. I live in Cincinnati, Ohio. I work on the Auto Show circuit with Pontiac and GMC, and I work in theatre as well. I must have stage fright because I don't know what to write. It's a lot easier to write things when you can envision a person's face :). And somehow I keep losing wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06744221155268994099noreply@blogger.com