Good Advice

This is the best fortune/proverb/advice that I think I've ever been given on a small piece of paper from the inside of a cookie:


This inspires me to do something unexpected... like move somewhere I've always wanted to live... or open my own business. It makes me wonder if I have the courage to do it and if I have what it takes to truly be uncomfortable for once. The outcome could suck, but at the same time, it could be amazing... Things to ponder.

Things That Are Ridiculous, Part 4,291

Two Words: Heidi Montag


Summary: Gross. Not long until she looks like that crazy cat lady, or worse... Joan Rivers or EVEN WORSE, Priscilla Presley (I say that with the utmost respect, Pri).

On another note, I leave in a week for Sundance. I have purchased warm boots, warm gloves, and long johns. I need to borrow a fuzzy hat with ear flaps from Sass, but other than that, I am set. Word.

Major Differences Between Sue and I

Recent conversation via 'text' that my mother and I had:

Kate: "Mom, which Beatle was your favorite?"
Mom: "Paul"
Kate: "Why didn't you like George?"
Mom: "He wasn't as cute and didn't say much."
Kate: "You are so superficial!"

Also, I mentioned that I was ashamed of her after mentioning that George is just like KEITHY! (With the exception of the 'not cute' part). If you have no idea who we are talking about (which, shame on you) here are some photos:

Precious Georgie, whom I was told that James Burton said that he was 'kind'. What a nice description! I believe it. Also, I can NEVER hear enough of his version of "Here Comes the Sun" (which he wrote) so I am certain that this describes him perfectly... bless.


And here's ole Paulie who ended up marrying Peg Leg Mills. Nice judge of character you've got there. Well I guess he's done some cool stuff too, but just doesn't compare to sweet Georgie.


Who's your fave?

Tired of Sleeping... is it possible?

So, I got this Memory Foam mattress cover thing for Christmas from John. I Love it! The only problem is that I never want to leave the bed. I mean really, I've been sleeping 13-14 hour nights. I must pull myself together here. I've been off work since the 23rd and I am sick and tired of doing nothing. It's like a shut in vacation or something. (Some asshats call it a 'staycation'.) I've made a semi-permanent indentation in my couch. Oops. This is why we can't have nice things.

So, my NY Resolution isn't health related to avoid disappointing myself... instead, I've decided to redo my bedroom and do a little something with my hair. I want to paint my bedroom this color:

And try to dye my hair with a semi-permanent this color (nice kinky boots, Cross):

We will see if these things actually happen, but at least I've given myself a reasonable timeline to do these things. 1 year. Ready, set, color changes.

Awwww Hnap!

Well. John, Polly and I went over to Dallas this weekend (well Polly took us, I mean, God, the car pretty much drives herself) to see Jim and his teammates play the Cowboys. We had seats nearing the Little Dipper:


I mean honestly, I refused to move because I feared tumbling to my death... (even though I did send John on a run to the concessions stand to bring me the most amazing Frito Pie that I've ever devoured in public. I mean seriously, it was off the charts of goodness.) They tried to do this deal with 3-D glasses on that gigantic screen up there. Didn't go over so well, though since you couldn't watch the game with the glasses or the screen without the glasses, so mainly it was a huge cluster-f so nonetheless the crowd cheered the loudest when they turned that bullcrap off.

We got these wristband deals to go down under the stadium with the players' Escalades and BMWs and whatnot once the game was over. Mostly it was a bunch of groupies loitering and taking photos. I was mesmerized by the Hybrid Benz that I saw... however, That Guy that knocked Tila Tequila out that time walked right past my shoulder. I would say that was the highlight. Then there was the 4 mile walk back to the car... hey, after that Frito Pie, I needed it.

John and I got to visit with Jim's baby:


I held him for nearly an hour and no one died, so maybe I'm getting the hang of baby-holding. Also, he's pretty cute. And he doesn't cry a lot so that's a bonus.

So that was Dallas in a flash. Oh and I got to go to Anthropologie, which I love. Also I got to go to Macy's to see what all the hype is about, what with all the commercials and stuff lately. I got a Christmas present for John's mother and nothing for self. I must be growing up a little bit.... nah.

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Super

I started working last week on a new project called Super.The show stars these actors whose identities will be protected as per the Confidentiality Agreement that I signed:


Today was the first day of Principal Photography and oh my God I almost froze my yams off out there and I'm not joking. When I got back in my car, my legs/feet were numb. Never again. I thought I'd be nice and helpful and go out there to set and kind of spy on the situation for the first day, all along appearing eager, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Also to answer any questions and whatnot. Never again. I'm signing people in and leaving.

So anyway, when I said that I went back to the car and thawed... this is the car that I went back to:


This is Polly and she is my new Prius. (Gladpys was struck back in October by a raging maniacal teenager and totaled, God rest her soul. She was a good car and she would still be kicking it amongst the SB if it weren't for that hair-lipped idiot. Sigh. Not that I don't LOVE Polly. It's just that I don't LOVE that car payment every month. But, she is environmentally friendly and I have also convinced myself that I am now way better than most people, thus tying into the Smug stereotype of fellow Prius-owners.) Hopefully she does me right.

Now, back to casting strippers and chickenhawks...