I’d Bullet These, But I’m Lazy

DaGoddess @ 02:27

I don’t know how many items will be on this “list” and I won’t go back and count them afterward. I don’t care. Hence, the lack of numbering.

I got pissed off twice this weekend. Once due to a nimrod of a local musician calling me for another musician’s phone number. “I’m a friend of his. I have his number somewhere. I need to ask him…” The musician whose number he needed? Closely guarded. I have been entrusted with numbers and contact info a very special group of people. I respect their privacy and their time. I use the numbers sparingly and I never hand them out to other people. I protect these numbers and my friends’ privacy as I would my children. So, I tell Mr. Local Musician that I’ll see what I can do and call him back. I leave a voicemail, text, and then a second text with Mr. Local’s phone number for my friend. I call Mr. Local back and let him know that my friend is off playing a gig, he has the necessary info, and I’ve done all I feel comfortable doing. Mr. Local launches into a tirade about how I should just hand over the phone number and a bunch of other things. I say, if you need to get in touch with him sooner, try Facebook because he might check it during a break. “I don’t do Facebook!” Well, then, I guess you’ll have to wait for the guy to call you back, eh? And perhaps the next time you call you won’t get all pissy with me and hang up because, guess what? I will so not help in the future. Nor will I be nice when we meet again in public. (Stupid little oompa loompa mofo.)

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My new ringtone is “Blitzkrieg Bop”. I’m in a rebellious mood, I guess.

Every single time I grab my bottle of Ambien to take a dose, I basically dump the pills everywhere. Okay, so I managed to not do that ONCE…

For the first time in about 31 years, I could be fashionably on trend. The 70s are back (according to NY Fashion Week and Milan and London FW)! That means peasanty and colorful and all sorts of interesting things work, including (apparently) curled, feathered hair. Um, my summer trip to Portland yielded my first clothing purchase at a festival ever and it was a purple peasant blouse. Ahead of my time, people. Ahead of my time. And my hair? I have to curl it into submission because of the disastrous cut I got back in April. It’s pretty retro, which means it’s IN and I’m IN. Hahahahahaha! That’ll never happen again.

I like that new show Lone Star. The soundtrack from the first episode? Kind of awesome.

Little Dude and I had a couple fantastic chats this week. Mojo and I talked about a week or so ago. And I had a dream about her yesterday. It was both reassuring and disturbing.

I lost a business card I desperately need. If you were that business card, where would you be?

There was a big send off party for a local musician Saturday night. I was going to go for just a short time and ended up being one of the last to leave. The room was packed with so much talent, you never knew what was going to happen next! I met a couple of performers who have kind of been a big deal in my musical journey, so that freaked me out a bit, but I got over it.

Photo shoot of a 3 year old later today. I can’t wait! I’m hoping we can get her and the peacocks in this park in the same frame. How cute would that be?

Neighbor brought over his newborn the other day and he was a little fussy. I asked to hold the baby, calmed him down, and watched as he just took in the world. It was precious. It’s been so long since I had a baby fix, I wanted to cry. Made me remember my children as babies. God, they’re so not that little anymore!

I have a stack of music to review. And I may have something really special in relation to that happening very soon. Fingers crossed!

I have company coming into town this weekend. Can’t wait! And to top it off, another friend will be here, playing with Ray Manzarek of the Doors. Yep, my company and I will be there!

Lighting intrigues me. I’ve been trying to up my lighting game as far as photography goes and in some ways I’m so much better. In other ways, I’m totally lost.

My camera is really having major focusing issues. I thought it was okay after the fall it took a week or two ago and, nope. Not so much. I can’t afford to have it act up. I also can’t afford to send it in for a look-see on the bench either.

I’m desperately seeking quick jobs to earn enough money rescue my belongings in my storage unit. For the first time since moving, I’ve had a billing issue. Everything meaningful from my grandparents on down to my kids is in there. Everything. New management isn’t quite as helpful as I’d like. Know anyone who needs writing, editing, photography, babysitting, data entry, housecleaning, or anything else done in the next couple days? I will work 24 hours a day to get the money I need to keep my LIFE from being sold out from under me. If you do know of anyone who would be willing to hire me for something, leave me a comment and I will email you STAT.

I’ve been watching the Tim McCarver Show lately. Apparently I’m back into sports.

I broke my sunglasses. Not just popping a lens out or something simple. The whole hinge section snapped. I’m bummed.

I had frozen yogurt this weekend that was a ginger lemonade…and I kinda liked it.

Boobie-Thon 2010 is almost here!


  1. I have the same policy you do regarding handing out other people’s phone numbers. Don’t know if you explained this to the jerk, but he should have understood and left you alone. Especially since a lot of your professional career involves dealing with musicians so your integrity definitely is at stake.

    And I have the same feelings about rape that you do, I fantasize about excruciating tortures for people who’d do a thing like that. I’m glad to hear your friend is OK, hope they can somehow catch the perps, and a classic example of why it’s such a good idea for women to use the buddy system when out on the town while single.

    Comment by diamond dave — 2010/09/27 @ 06:59

  2. Other than that how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?

    Comment by Stu — 2010/09/27 @ 07:49

  3. The play was fine.

    Dave, she was out with a trusted friend who was able to come to her rescue. Sadly, he’d run to the bathroom when the spiked drink was given to her but it didn’t take long for him to figure out what the deal was.

    My fingers are crossed that these assholes are caught and rendered unable to do this to anyone else ever again.

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/09/27 @ 08:07

  4. Wow, thank goodness your friend had another friend close! Way too close for comfort; I’d be freaked out too!

    Hope the cops catch those people and I hope they resist arrest

    Comment by Pam — 2010/09/27 @ 10:23

  5. My lens that got caught in the sandstorm is in the same boat. Auto focus doesn’t work worth a damn. For some reason they just don’t take a licking and keep on ticking. Sigh.

    I don’t have anything to hire you for, unfortunately. Perhaps an ad for CascadeExposures or something? I mean you get more comments per week than I get visitors! It can only help, right?

    Comment by Jan — 2010/09/27 @ 20:22

  6. THE 70’s ARE BACK?!?!?!?!? They sucked the FIRST time around. Someone please shoot me now or help me move to COLDFOOT!

    Comment by p2 — 2010/09/28 @ 23:06

  7. I’ll help you move. That way I get to visit again.

    How the heck are you?

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/09/28 @ 23:15

  8. Man I hope someone catches those sonsabitches – probably will as when someone does that sort of thing once they’ve usually done it before and will again. And thank god she had a guardian angel watching out for her!

    I love peasant blouses, always have – always will.

    I’m hosting a house concert in a couple weeks for 3 Irish musicians – wish D3 could be here but she has an orchestra concert the same night, and as she is now PRINCIPLE CELLIST! in the orchestra she has a bunch of solos. Sucky that this concert was set before we knew she would be principle or have solos – so I get to miss her and can’t even listen on line because of the concert here being at the same time. Pooh.

    Sending you an email about CD reviews…

    Comment by patti — 2010/09/29 @ 07:11

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