Friday, March 31, 2006 

She got on a plane

My eleven year old (along with 54 other ten and eleven year olds) got on a plane on Wednesday to fly to France. It was surreal. This group of kids and teachers at the Air France counter, checking luggage, some giggling with excitement, some weeping at the prospect of being away from their parents for so long (two weeks.) My daughter was in the former group.

She's pretty used to getting on planes without me, since she goes to my mom's every summer for a month or more. The difference is, of course, we (ok, I) could call every day. This is not the case. Ce n'est pas interdit, but it is discouraged. The idea is for them to be immersed in the culture - not easily accomplished when parents keep calling. They'll be living with host families who speak no English, and attending school. It'll be an amazing experience for them. But kind of hard on us.

Anyway, I should be wishing luck to the villages of Saint-Aubin-sur-Mer and Langrune-sur-Mer which are being overrun by a throng of priviledged American kids...

In other news, I went to see The Pretenders at The Warfield. It was fun. I don't care what anyone says, I love Chrissie Hynde. For me, when I was about 12, she was part of the triumvirate of "chicks who could kick your ass" that I adored, the other two being Joan Jett and Pat Benatar. What can I say? I grew up in Tacoma. I credit that fact for my abiding love for Def Leppard, too. As an homage to Chrissie, I wore tons of black eyeliner. Tons. I also smeared on some cheap red lipstick. I looked cool in my bathroom, but when I got to the venue and went inside the restroom there, I realized, I just looked like a raccoon. A raccoon hooker. Whatever. Anyway, it was a good show - even if a large constituency of the audience looked old enough to be my parents.

Paris...less than one week!

Monday, March 27, 2006 

I Had a Date Yesterday

It's true.

He's a super nice guy. Really. He's about 6'4". Much taller than I am. Of course,I'm 5'4" (just over 162 cm), so most everyone is taller than me. Very bright, and very, very Irish - meaning he's got red hair and talks a mile a minute! He's even asked me out again.

While I know that beggars really shouldn't be choosy, I just didn't feel that thing, you know? Or maybe I did, and didn't recognize it. It's been so long, what the hell do I know?

I am getting closer, though: he does hold an EU passport. Now about meeting someone on the continent...:)

 

Quite Possibly the Stupidest, Lamest Movie This Year...

Snakes On A Plane. Samuel L. Jackson is such a whore.








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Friday, March 24, 2006 

For those of you who are expats in Paris...

If there is anything you are dying to have from the U S of A (or Canada, if I can get it here), but can't find in France, let me know, and I'll bring it for you. Consider it my good deed.

T minus 13 days until departure!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006 

I've been tagged!

The brilliant Gabrielle, the Adult Runaway has tagged me with a meme. My first! It's the "Four Things" that's been going around. Here goes:


Four movies you would watch over and over:
The Princess Bride
Tootsie
Grease
Running on Empty
Wait! That's already four?

Four places you have lived:
Tacoma, WA
Malibu, CA
Santa Barbara, CA
San Francisco, CA

Four TV shows you love to watch:
Law & Order
Project Runway
America's Next Top Model
ER

Four places you have been on vacation:
New York, NY
Corsica, France
Venice, Italy
Ixtapa, Mexico

Four websites you visit daily:
Paris Daily Photo
Google
Nerve
Craigslist

Four of your favorite foods:
Green grapes
Cherries
Dulce de Leche ice cream, well most any ice cream, really
Sticky rice and mango

Four places you would rather be right now:
Paris, France
New York, NY
Nice, France
On stage

Four friends you are tagging:
JennC
Tomate
Kim
Agnes

Yay! All done!

Friday, March 10, 2006 

Le coup est fait

I quit my job today. Yes, the one I just started on January 3rd. It was so not working for me. After March 31, I'm outtie. Too bad, but there's something better out there for me, I'm sure. I already have an interview set up for Wednesday, and just applied for a position at the University of San Francisco. It is amazingly so much easier to look for a new job when you already have one, for some reason.

Hopefully, something good will come through. Something that doesn't involve my boss telling me what to wear (I have to wear a suit everyday? It's an art school!) Or her telling me not to eat lunch with my assistant because it reflects badly on her for me to be seen socializing with subordinates (seriously.) Or having her tell me that it is a waste of my time and the school's resouces to run reports myself when my assistant could be doing them, but asking me to spend all day yesterday stuffing envelopes for an event mailing because the Events Director chose to take this week off! Okay, the rant is officially over.

This is the worst cookie selling weather we've had. It's rained so much. My Scout has sold over 600 boxes, but I really think she could have made her goal of 1,000 by now had the weather been better. Fingers are crossed for a clearer weekend.

Okay, my lunch time is almost over, and I've yet to do mes devoirs for my class tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006 

Um, thanks

For all the kind words *she said, a bit embarrassed*. I seriously considered deleting the previous post, but then, as I was reminded by theExpat Traveler, the good thing about blogs is the more I post, the sooner it will roll off the front page.

I got a strange email today from someone I haven't seen since I was about 16 years old. I'm a bit disturbed by it, but haven't formulated in my mind yet how to process and write about it. I will say that I wrote him back and asked where he got that particular email address. It's an old Hotmail account that I rarely use anymore. He paid a service. CA-CA-CA-CREEPY.

Monday, March 06, 2006 

Travel plans

I leave San Francisco on the 6th of April, and have a (thankfully) non-stop flight which arrives at Roissy the morning of the 7th. I'll have a week in Paris alone until I take the train to Basse-Normandie to pick up my little nugglet (she'd be so angry if she knew I'd just typed that!) From there we will take a train to Amsterdam, spending two nights in Brussels (where we'll be for Easter) on the way. After Amsterdam we will return to Paris for two nights (she's loves Paris, too, so we couldn't come back to the States without her seeing the City) before flying back to our City by the Bay. My refresher French classes at the Alliance Française are going pretty well. I'm not as bad as I had originally thought. I really just need to get used to hearing the language again, I think.

Someone asked me why my blog's subtitle is "random musings of a social retard." Why am I a social retard? Well, there are lots of reasons, but I'll start here: I was reading Pumpkin Pie's entry about not being a trusting person, and it really made me think about how I am not a trusting person at all. Ever, really. I don't have a best friend. I did once, and she betrayed me. In a big way - and I was so naïve, I didn't even realize it when she was lying to my face, and stabbing me in the back (quite impressive really, if you think of the visual!) So as a result, for a very long time I just didn't socialize with women at all. The vast majority of my closest aquaintances were gay men. I became quite the fagnet®. It wasn't until relatively recently, the last seven years or so, that I've started hanging out with chicks again - often with mixed results. Girls are mean. I think I've only just begun making female friends in my 30s because I am no longer a threat.

When I was younger, I was cute. Guys never looked at me and said "Gawd, you're hot" It was always "You're so cute." I hated that. I was a cheerleader/drill team girl, but never the most popular girl in school. I was never in a clique, unless you count President of the French Club. I don't! I was pretty athletic, on the track team, but was the kind of kid who had friends of every type: the brains (I was one), the burnouts (my 9th grade boyfriend), the popular girls (a couple were in the same exchange program I was in, so we got to know each other in France), the jocks (my daughter's dad was one - no I didn't get pregnant in high school! It was a few years out of college), even a few dropouts (my 11th grade boyfriend.) My point is, I'm not cute anymore. I'm not sure exactly when this happened, but I look at myself in the mirror and am mystified at the face that looks back at me.

All my gayboy friends tell me I am beautiful. I try every day to be a kind, generous, and understanding human being. So what’s the problem, right? I wear a size 16, and in the rarefied circles I move in, that’s too big. So I hold back—way back—and opt out of the whole social (particularly dating) scene. I’ve been doing this for a long time. So long, that I’ve convinced myself I may be unlovable. I can't seriously consider meeting someone online because I wouldn't be able to take the look of disappointment when we met in person.

This is all probably more than anyone needed to know, but this is kind of a stream of consciousness thing going on here. Sigh. Here's me from a few months ago. I just today bothered to read about how to post photos to my blog. Finally.

My hair is different now. Braided, but I love my glasses. You can't tell in this photo, but they're purple, or more accurately, aubergine.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006 

Aww, yeah

It's official. Tickets purchased. On the 6th of April it will be "Bonjour, Paris!"

I guess I should start looking for that new job!