Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
not for keeps sake
Friday I cleaned my room out, it was stress-relieving, it really was. I was angry with my mom, so I felt motivated to finish something. It still isn't done, but it's closer than its ever been. All those college boxes were starting to haunt me.
So, I have two closets in my room, one giant one for clothes, which was very easy to clean out, and then a smaller one, with toys and swag and junk that I've been collecting since elementary school. I've been putting off cleaning this closet for a long time now. I mean, there is stuff upon stuff upon stuff, litte towers of stacked memorabilia, clips of old papers tacked to the inside walls. . . bascially, I have to stand back when I open the door because I know stuff will fall out. It's a big job I need a lot of motivation in order to do it.
I'm not a pack rat or anything, but for some reason I'd throw the junk into the closet and shove the door real fast. I'd do this not for keeps sake, but to get the space I needed in my room for something else.
It's kind of enchanting when you think about it. I have a closet full of things, lots of things, and it's kind of cool to think about how much of my childhood is wrapped up in this 3' x 3' closet. . .
but I hade to clean it out anyway. . . because mom said. I'm the worst 22 year old ever, I know.
So I was going through my things and if anyone knows of anyone who might like any of these things let me know, I may be able to part with them for a better home:
20+ candles, plus 1 decapitated wizard-shaped candle
3 headed porcelin dog statue
caboodle on the outside, mini toy mall on the inside
10+ snowglobes and 1 waterless snowglobe (saddest looking thing ever)
slightly used school folders by Paul Frank (90's stlye)
giant hair clips
a set of stencils to get a perfect zig-zag part in your hair
mouse and cheese statue
wide range sticker collection
back scratcher
Doodle bear with markers
handmade and non-handmade baskets
spongey hair curlers
every Disney toy I've ever collected out of happy meals or board games
Antique tea set
gold shawl
stuffed animals
a box marked "Sekrit stuf" (have yet to open it)
a rose that lights up (secretly a flashlight)
a plastic crown, with jewels
a glass rose case, engraved "Robin Jr. Bridesmaid"
shoe boxes filled with notes from kids in class
a decopaged shoe box filled with keychains
spirit gum and remover
disco ball
and this is just two of the four shelves.
So, I have two closets in my room, one giant one for clothes, which was very easy to clean out, and then a smaller one, with toys and swag and junk that I've been collecting since elementary school. I've been putting off cleaning this closet for a long time now. I mean, there is stuff upon stuff upon stuff, litte towers of stacked memorabilia, clips of old papers tacked to the inside walls. . . bascially, I have to stand back when I open the door because I know stuff will fall out. It's a big job I need a lot of motivation in order to do it.
I'm not a pack rat or anything, but for some reason I'd throw the junk into the closet and shove the door real fast. I'd do this not for keeps sake, but to get the space I needed in my room for something else.
It's kind of enchanting when you think about it. I have a closet full of things, lots of things, and it's kind of cool to think about how much of my childhood is wrapped up in this 3' x 3' closet. . .
but I hade to clean it out anyway. . . because mom said. I'm the worst 22 year old ever, I know.
So I was going through my things and if anyone knows of anyone who might like any of these things let me know, I may be able to part with them for a better home:
20+ candles, plus 1 decapitated wizard-shaped candle
3 headed porcelin dog statue
caboodle on the outside, mini toy mall on the inside
10+ snowglobes and 1 waterless snowglobe (saddest looking thing ever)
slightly used school folders by Paul Frank (90's stlye)
giant hair clips
a set of stencils to get a perfect zig-zag part in your hair
mouse and cheese statue
wide range sticker collection
back scratcher
Doodle bear with markers
handmade and non-handmade baskets
spongey hair curlers
every Disney toy I've ever collected out of happy meals or board games
Antique tea set
gold shawl
stuffed animals
a box marked "Sekrit stuf" (have yet to open it)
a rose that lights up (secretly a flashlight)
a plastic crown, with jewels
a glass rose case, engraved "Robin Jr. Bridesmaid"
shoe boxes filled with notes from kids in class
a decopaged shoe box filled with keychains
spirit gum and remover
disco ball
and this is just two of the four shelves.
Monday, October 22, 2007
everything will be ok
it was late at night and sort of foggy and
humid and there was a big
party far below on the beach that somehow
featured a three story rose that was all lit
up, alongside an equally
gigantic leather couch,
of sort of a breath mint green. he
remembered thinking, "gee,
that's quite a couch they've got down there" and
wandered
away by himself to a dark edge of the cliff, where
hundreds of feet
straight
below
him, the deep sea
swelled against the rocks.
and if bill leaned over the edge and squinted his eyes just
right
he could make out the
gray shapes of all the cars that
had driven off the cliff over
the years,
sunken deep beneath the surface.
and
as each wave washed slowly over
them, the undertow
quietly puller their headlights
on and off,
in an endless loop.
the blinking lights were pretty to look at, but
bill was afraid to go
any
nearer because
the water was haunted.
the following night bill had a lot of ice cream and
dreamt of a
giant ape crashing through a fence.
humid and there was a big
party far below on the beach that somehow
featured a three story rose that was all lit
up, alongside an equally
gigantic leather couch,
of sort of a breath mint green. he
remembered thinking, "gee,
that's quite a couch they've got down there" and
wandered
away by himself to a dark edge of the cliff, where
hundreds of feet
straight
below
him, the deep sea
swelled against the rocks.
and if bill leaned over the edge and squinted his eyes just
right
he could make out the
gray shapes of all the cars that
had driven off the cliff over
the years,
sunken deep beneath the surface.
and
as each wave washed slowly over
them, the undertow
quietly puller their headlights
on and off,
in an endless loop.
the blinking lights were pretty to look at, but
bill was afraid to go
any
nearer because
the water was haunted.
the following night bill had a lot of ice cream and
dreamt of a
giant ape crashing through a fence.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Sounds familiar
Bob Newhart looks deep into the camera and explains why his wife is upset with him.
He asks his wife, "Honey, is there something wrong?" and she said, "I had a dream last night, and we were at a party, and you spent the entire party dancing with another girl."
Bob says, "b-but it was a dream."
She says, "but it's just the thing you would do."
He asks his wife, "Honey, is there something wrong?" and she said, "I had a dream last night, and we were at a party, and you spent the entire party dancing with another girl."
Bob says, "b-but it was a dream."
She says, "but it's just the thing you would do."
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
One of my favorite scenes from a movie. . .
INT. GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT
A portable fan quietly WHIRRS in the corner. Turned low, the
RADIO on the nightstand is playing a call-in AM sports show,
just a wash of background chatter. Edward lies asleep on his
back.
At the window, Josephine quietly lowers the shade. She reaches
over Edward to switch off the radio. He stirs from the silence --
he wasn't fully asleep -- and sees Josephine stretched over
him.
EDWARD
(playfully lecherous)
Hello.
She smiles.
JOSEPHINE
Hi. How are you feeling?
EDWARD
I was dreaming.
JOSEPHINE
What were you dreaming about?
He tries to recollect, but it's already gone. Josephine
motions, is it okay for her to sit on the bed? He nods.
EDWARD
I don't usually remember unless
they're especially portentous. You
know what that word means, portentous?
She shakes her head.
EDWARD
Means when you dream about something
that's going to happen.
(beat, gathering)
Like one night, I had a dream where
this crow came and told me, "Your
Aunt is going to die." I was so scared
I woke up my parents. They told me
it was just a dream, to go back to
bed. But the next morning, my Aunt
Stacy was dead.
JOSEPHINE
That's terrible.
EDWARD
Terrible for her, but think about
me, young boy with that kind of power.
Wasn't three weeks later that the
crow came back to me in a dream and
said, "Your Grampa is going to die."
Well, I ran right back to my parents.
My father said, no, Gramps is fine,
but I could see there was trepidation.
And true enough, that next morning
my Grampa was dead.
He sits up a bit in bed, his strength returning.
EDWARD
For the next couple weeks, I didn't
have another dream. Until one night
the crow came back and said, "Your
Daddy is going to die."
(beat)
Well, I didn't know what to do. But
finally I told my father. And he
said not to worry, but I could tell
he was rattled. That next day, he
wasn't himself, always looking around,
waiting for something to drop on his
head. Because the crow didn't tell
how it was going to happen, just
those words: your Daddy is going to
die. Well, he went into town early
and was gone for a long time. And
when he finally came back, he looked
terrible, like he was waiting for
the axe to fall all day. He said to
my mother, "Good God. I just had the
worst day of my life."
(beat)
"You think you've had a bad day,"
she said. "This morning the milkman
dropped dead on the porch!" Josephine
smiles, a half-laugh, which gets him
smiling too.
A long beat. Then, deadpan...
EDWARD
Because see, my mother was banging
the milkman.
JOSEPHINE
No, I understand. Can I take your picture?
EDWARD
You don't need a picture. Just look
up handsome in the dictionary.
A portable fan quietly WHIRRS in the corner. Turned low, the
RADIO on the nightstand is playing a call-in AM sports show,
just a wash of background chatter. Edward lies asleep on his
back.
At the window, Josephine quietly lowers the shade. She reaches
over Edward to switch off the radio. He stirs from the silence --
he wasn't fully asleep -- and sees Josephine stretched over
him.
EDWARD
(playfully lecherous)
Hello.
She smiles.
JOSEPHINE
Hi. How are you feeling?
EDWARD
I was dreaming.
JOSEPHINE
What were you dreaming about?
He tries to recollect, but it's already gone. Josephine
motions, is it okay for her to sit on the bed? He nods.
EDWARD
I don't usually remember unless
they're especially portentous. You
know what that word means, portentous?
She shakes her head.
EDWARD
Means when you dream about something
that's going to happen.
(beat, gathering)
Like one night, I had a dream where
this crow came and told me, "Your
Aunt is going to die." I was so scared
I woke up my parents. They told me
it was just a dream, to go back to
bed. But the next morning, my Aunt
Stacy was dead.
JOSEPHINE
That's terrible.
EDWARD
Terrible for her, but think about
me, young boy with that kind of power.
Wasn't three weeks later that the
crow came back to me in a dream and
said, "Your Grampa is going to die."
Well, I ran right back to my parents.
My father said, no, Gramps is fine,
but I could see there was trepidation.
And true enough, that next morning
my Grampa was dead.
He sits up a bit in bed, his strength returning.
EDWARD
For the next couple weeks, I didn't
have another dream. Until one night
the crow came back and said, "Your
Daddy is going to die."
(beat)
Well, I didn't know what to do. But
finally I told my father. And he
said not to worry, but I could tell
he was rattled. That next day, he
wasn't himself, always looking around,
waiting for something to drop on his
head. Because the crow didn't tell
how it was going to happen, just
those words: your Daddy is going to
die. Well, he went into town early
and was gone for a long time. And
when he finally came back, he looked
terrible, like he was waiting for
the axe to fall all day. He said to
my mother, "Good God. I just had the
worst day of my life."
(beat)
"You think you've had a bad day,"
she said. "This morning the milkman
dropped dead on the porch!" Josephine
smiles, a half-laugh, which gets him
smiling too.
A long beat. Then, deadpan...
EDWARD
Because see, my mother was banging
the milkman.
JOSEPHINE
No, I understand. Can I take your picture?
EDWARD
You don't need a picture. Just look
up handsome in the dictionary.
Monday, October 15, 2007
I've never been like THIS before
Robyn Reeves: Go-with-the-flow by day, Impulsive by night.
I don't really like it either.
I don't really like it either.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
They call me Ishmael
So at work (my new work not my old work) according to the work handbook, I'm not allowed to say where I work, because any news I may have about it will appear negative to someone, even if I may have something great to say.
So at my new work, I wear a name badge, and because I'm new, looking at everyone elses is a positive (80+ people work there and I have yet to meet all of them). However, me wearing one doesn't seem to help anyone else.
I have a tight group with the other trainees that I'm working next too, so there's no name problems there. It's a group of about 6 or 7.
Our place is 2 floors, I'm on the bottom floor, but a quarter of the people on the top floor call me, "That girl who makes eep! noises." Monday it was shortened to "Eepie."
Another quarter on the top floor calls me "Veronica Mars," because I look like the T.V. teenage spy. I don't mind that one because I really do want to be a spy. . . and she's not that bad looking.
One of my trainors calls me "The Boy Wonder," because of Batman obviously, but he didn't come up with that one on his own, he's not that smart. I told him that's what they used to call me in high school and he just really liked it.
Two of the managers call me "The Great Robino," because I used to play a lot of soccer. I'm not sure about that one either.
Then, there is the most interesting one, it just happened today actually. The entire bottom floor is now calling me, "Delilah." Here goes:
So there's this very popular song taking over the radio called, "Hey There, Delilah." Its a catchy tune I must say. In fact, when it played for the 8th time today, I couldn't help but sing along because a.) I was bored and b.) I've learned the words. . . coercively.
One employee noticed my vocal chords and said (This next part is going to seem like story hour) Hey, that's pretty good.
Me: Thanks.
1: Yeah. Do you have their cd?
Me: No, I'm not really into them. I only know the one song.
1: Oh, I can like burn it for you? It's pretty good.
2: Who's that?
1: The Plain White T's.
2: Oh, I can get you a cd? I know them. I can get lots of copies.
Me: You know them?! How do you know them?
2: They're from around here. I know them.
1: Oh yeah, I think I knew that. Do you like party with them?
2: I used to a lot, but they're popular now. So only sometimes.
1: That's like so freakin' sweet.
Me: I wish I knew someone famous.
1: Is like Delilah a real person?
2: Oh yeah. She turned him down though. Long distance. Never gave him a chance.
1: What? This girl had a song written about her and she dumped him?
Me: Whoa.
2: Some girls, man. I think it was the distance. He's not very good-looking though.
Me: I'd marry a guy if he wrote me a song. I mean, all that shouldn't matter.
2: You're kinda like her, you know? but better. You could be her.
1: Yeah, you're Delilah, but the gooder Delilah. . . and you can sing.
Me: What?
1: Yeah, You're Delilah. I'm calling you Delilah.
2: Delilah. Gotta go take to the register. Later, Delilah.
I'm paraphrasing a little because my memory is only working in short fragments, but this is basically what happened. Also, this story is better if you do it in different voices.
I wonder how many more names I can rack up by the end of the year.
So at my new work, I wear a name badge, and because I'm new, looking at everyone elses is a positive (80+ people work there and I have yet to meet all of them). However, me wearing one doesn't seem to help anyone else.
I have a tight group with the other trainees that I'm working next too, so there's no name problems there. It's a group of about 6 or 7.
Our place is 2 floors, I'm on the bottom floor, but a quarter of the people on the top floor call me, "That girl who makes eep! noises." Monday it was shortened to "Eepie."
Another quarter on the top floor calls me "Veronica Mars," because I look like the T.V. teenage spy. I don't mind that one because I really do want to be a spy. . . and she's not that bad looking.
One of my trainors calls me "The Boy Wonder," because of Batman obviously, but he didn't come up with that one on his own, he's not that smart. I told him that's what they used to call me in high school and he just really liked it.
Two of the managers call me "The Great Robino," because I used to play a lot of soccer. I'm not sure about that one either.
Then, there is the most interesting one, it just happened today actually. The entire bottom floor is now calling me, "Delilah." Here goes:
So there's this very popular song taking over the radio called, "Hey There, Delilah." Its a catchy tune I must say. In fact, when it played for the 8th time today, I couldn't help but sing along because a.) I was bored and b.) I've learned the words. . . coercively.
One employee noticed my vocal chords and said (This next part is going to seem like story hour) Hey, that's pretty good.
Me: Thanks.
1: Yeah. Do you have their cd?
Me: No, I'm not really into them. I only know the one song.
1: Oh, I can like burn it for you? It's pretty good.
2: Who's that?
1: The Plain White T's.
2: Oh, I can get you a cd? I know them. I can get lots of copies.
Me: You know them?! How do you know them?
2: They're from around here. I know them.
1: Oh yeah, I think I knew that. Do you like party with them?
2: I used to a lot, but they're popular now. So only sometimes.
1: That's like so freakin' sweet.
Me: I wish I knew someone famous.
1: Is like Delilah a real person?
2: Oh yeah. She turned him down though. Long distance. Never gave him a chance.
1: What? This girl had a song written about her and she dumped him?
Me: Whoa.
2: Some girls, man. I think it was the distance. He's not very good-looking though.
Me: I'd marry a guy if he wrote me a song. I mean, all that shouldn't matter.
2: You're kinda like her, you know? but better. You could be her.
1: Yeah, you're Delilah, but the gooder Delilah. . . and you can sing.
Me: What?
1: Yeah, You're Delilah. I'm calling you Delilah.
2: Delilah. Gotta go take to the register. Later, Delilah.
I'm paraphrasing a little because my memory is only working in short fragments, but this is basically what happened. Also, this story is better if you do it in different voices.
I wonder how many more names I can rack up by the end of the year.
Who knew there was good t.v. in the 60's.
When you find yourself in danger,
When you're threatened by a stranger,
When it looks like you will take a lickin',
(puk, puk, puk, puk)
There is someone waiting,
Who will hurry up and rescue you,
just Call for Super Chicken!
(puk, ack!)
Fred, if you're afraid you'll have to overlook it,
Besides you knew the job was dangerous when you took it
(puk, ack!)
He will drink his super sauce
And throw the bad guys for a loss
And he will bring them in alive and kickin'
(puk, puk, puk, puk)
There is one thing you should learn
When there is no one else to turn to
Call for Super Chicken!
(puk, puk, puk, puk)
Call for Super Chicken!
(puk, ack!)
Play the real thing!!
info.
When you're threatened by a stranger,
When it looks like you will take a lickin',
(puk, puk, puk, puk)
There is someone waiting,
Who will hurry up and rescue you,
just Call for Super Chicken!
(puk, ack!)
Fred, if you're afraid you'll have to overlook it,
Besides you knew the job was dangerous when you took it
(puk, ack!)
He will drink his super sauce
And throw the bad guys for a loss
And he will bring them in alive and kickin'
(puk, puk, puk, puk)
There is one thing you should learn
When there is no one else to turn to
Call for Super Chicken!
(puk, puk, puk, puk)
Call for Super Chicken!
(puk, ack!)
Play the real thing!!
info.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
I just watched a surprisingly good movie. . .
Principal Holmstead: How am I ever going to get through to you?
Kelly Ernswiler: Well, advertising executives use status and sex to appeal to my demographic
Kelly Ernswiler: Well, advertising executives use status and sex to appeal to my demographic
Football Schmootball
Before the terrible Bears/Packers game, Mom and I decorated the house Halloween-style. In that last sentence I was just going to say that we decorated the house, and not leave the holiday to come, because I was thinking that everyone probably knows what fantastic month we are in, but then I forgot February of '94. I disliked Valentines Day so much, with the pink and the purple hearts, and the frou frou, and sickly lovey dovey-ness that I started to decorate for St. Patrick's Day instead.
Green is my favorite color. . . ever.
However, I was caught in the act and immediately replaced all the green shamrocks with pink hearts and stars.
Anyway, I'm sure no one would really ask me, "Robyn, so what theme were you decorating your house in this time?" because not many people know this story, but just in CASE you might happen to wonder this is why I may switch the holiday theme.
Yeah, that's right. I do what I want.
Green is my favorite color. . . ever.
However, I was caught in the act and immediately replaced all the green shamrocks with pink hearts and stars.
Anyway, I'm sure no one would really ask me, "Robyn, so what theme were you decorating your house in this time?" because not many people know this story, but just in CASE you might happen to wonder this is why I may switch the holiday theme.
Yeah, that's right. I do what I want.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
When Dad isn't here to do the praying for us. . .
Mom: "Um, dear Heavenly Father thanks. . . t-thank you f-for. . ."
Robyn: "Amen!"
Robyn: "Amen!"
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Yes, I'm posessed. Wait, I didn't mention that?
Okay, so in high school, once a year we'd go on a retreat to Oregon, Il. In that town was Stronghold Castle, literally a castle. It's freakin' sweet, secret passageways, knights, towers, everything. Anyway, in the tallest tower of the castle is a mural about the story of Rumpelstiltskin. It's a circular area that starts at the doorway, curves around the room and ends back at the doorway. At the end of the story of Rumpelstiltskin, the little dwarf man stomps a hole down into Hell. Well, this was a really detailed mural so I was looking into what Hell entails, I found the typical demons, fire, gross creatures. Then, looking a little deeper I found insects and spiders. Next to the light switch I found one particular, disgusting spider, WITH MY FACE ON IT!
Uncanny. I know.
How weird is that? This mural was painted in 1929. Why would the face shape, the hairstyle, and the GLASSES look exactly like me? That style wasn't present in 1929 and NEITHER WAS I!
So all in all, I came to the conclusion that I must be posessed. My fate has apparently already been decided for me. When I die I'm turning into a spider. I think this is why a lot of spooky things happen to me.
The first picture is me in high school and the second picture is from the mural, both taken in 2002.
Uncanny. I know.
How weird is that? This mural was painted in 1929. Why would the face shape, the hairstyle, and the GLASSES look exactly like me? That style wasn't present in 1929 and NEITHER WAS I!
So all in all, I came to the conclusion that I must be posessed. My fate has apparently already been decided for me. When I die I'm turning into a spider. I think this is why a lot of spooky things happen to me.
The first picture is me in high school and the second picture is from the mural, both taken in 2002.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Try a Little Tenderness
I'm not a huge fan of the movie "Pretty in Pink" because I don't really like Molly Ringwald's character, but I do LOVE this scene. Its absolutely fantastic and brilliant for Jon Cryer to do. He's probably the best thing to ever happen to this movie. I mean, it's obvious he's the comic relief, but for me he's also the hero that saves the film. This is strange for me to say because I'm a big fan of 80's flicks. So I really don't know why this one didn't cut it. Sorry guys.
Enjoy the clip!!
I may have a big appetite
I think I'm going to enter into an eating contest.
Good idea? I mean, I ate a Chipotle burrito Saturday night and I wasn't even full afterwards. I'm also not a picky eater. The only foods I don't like are seafood, pancakes, and bacon and how many eating contests are there of those? I think I'll be able to hold my own.
I'll have to start preparing. . .
Good idea? I mean, I ate a Chipotle burrito Saturday night and I wasn't even full afterwards. I'm also not a picky eater. The only foods I don't like are seafood, pancakes, and bacon and how many eating contests are there of those? I think I'll be able to hold my own.
I'll have to start preparing. . .
HAPPY OCTOBER!!!!
I KNOW this is going to be a great month, I can feel it. This is the best month of the year. I hope everyone can get into it as much as I do. I mean, when else can you say "All Hallow's Eve." It's so much fun to say, everyone together now: "ALL HAL-LOW'S EVE." Ha ha. Yeah!I love October so much. I love the colors outside, crunching on leaves, the SMELL, preparing for Halloween (my favorite holiday), scary movie marathons, harvests, pumpkin picking out of the garden, carving, apples and caramel, bon fires, hayrides, reading scary stories, Fright Fest, costuming, CANDY, fall clothes, Danny Elfman/Tim Burton duo, and Haunted houses.
I probably seem a little psycho, but don't worry, I'll be back November 1st.
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