| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  8.8 |
| Mind: |  7.8 |
| Body: | 8.9 |
| Spirit: | 8.8 |
| Friends/Family: |  6.5 |
| Love: | 9.1 |
| Finance: | 8.1 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
29 January 2006
File: Links
In a funny little mood, I popped on the rate your life quiz from Karen's blog. So, I took it. It amused me, so I thought I'd share:
26 January 2006
File: Health
Note to self: 1/2 lb of salami mixed with stress causes no sleep, nausea, and bad digestion.
Yuck.
Yuck.
23 January 2006
File: 365
Felt empowered. Did a second one.
Volunteered Matt as well for casting call of young married couples for a Japanese tv show.
"The filming will consist of simply the wife cooking breakfast for her husband and eating together."
2!
Volunteered Matt as well for casting call of young married couples for a Japanese tv show.
"The filming will consist of simply the wife cooking breakfast for her husband and eating together."
2!
File: 365
I did it.
Sent out my first one. This would be a dream come true. Marla found it for me.
"We are now casting for two energetic individuals familiar with the literary world to co-host a nationally syndicated upbeat literary talk show."
Wow.
1!
Sent out my first one. This would be a dream come true. Marla found it for me.
"We are now casting for two energetic individuals familiar with the literary world to co-host a nationally syndicated upbeat literary talk show."
Wow.
1!
22 January 2006
20 January 2006
File: Talk
A friend and I had this conversation this morning:
Friend: (examining boots) How do you know if something's leather?
Brandi: I don't know. It smells like leather?
F: (smelling boots) Yeah, mine are leather.
B: (examining own boots) Mine are man made. Yup, man made, made in China.
F: That's what happens to men when they don't listen. We turn them into our favorite boots. Then tromp around in the snow with them.
Friend: (examining boots) How do you know if something's leather?
Brandi: I don't know. It smells like leather?
F: (smelling boots) Yeah, mine are leather.
B: (examining own boots) Mine are man made. Yup, man made, made in China.
F: That's what happens to men when they don't listen. We turn them into our favorite boots. Then tromp around in the snow with them.
18 January 2006
17 January 2006
File: Links
Okay, so there's this new elevator in Seattle where you type in your floor on a kiosk and it'll direct you to what elevator you're supposed to go to, which is supposed to ease elevator traffic congestion and get you to your floor faster.
Is this weird or cool? I can't decide.
Full article. Found via Slashdot.
Is this weird or cool? I can't decide.
Full article. Found via Slashdot.
13 January 2006
12 January 2006
File: 365, Fear
Okay, so I've been avoiding my own blog because I'm too scared to start.
Resumes mean jobs, jobs mean a possibility that someone says yes and have an opportunity I've before only dreamt about, that possibility is scary.
Why do I hold myself back from my own possibility?
Resumes mean jobs, jobs mean a possibility that someone says yes and have an opportunity I've before only dreamt about, that possibility is scary.
Why do I hold myself back from my own possibility?
07 January 2006
File: 365
Maybe it's because we're in January when it's grey outside but sparkling hopeful on the inside. Maybe it's the new year, new blog. Or, maybe I just want to do something different.
I had this idea in the middle of the night which I'm going to attempt to try here. I'm going to apply for a job a day. That's 365 resumes. Okay, it's closer to 357 resumes, as today's already the 7th and I probably won't get myself in gear until tomorrow, but 365 sounds so much cooler. And there are likely to be days when I'll send out more than one.
I'm not sure why I'm doing this (as I do have a job I like), but I'm curious what will when happen when I just apply for anything that piques my interest. I guess we'll see.
I had this idea in the middle of the night which I'm going to attempt to try here. I'm going to apply for a job a day. That's 365 resumes. Okay, it's closer to 357 resumes, as today's already the 7th and I probably won't get myself in gear until tomorrow, but 365 sounds so much cooler. And there are likely to be days when I'll send out more than one.
I'm not sure why I'm doing this (as I do have a job I like), but I'm curious what will when happen when I just apply for anything that piques my interest. I guess we'll see.
06 January 2006
File: Social
I can accurately be described as a homebody. I like my feeble attempts at routine. I love the notion that I will carve out time to myself to do everything I wish. This rarely happens, but I'm still happier at home than I am going out.
But, I'm also a people person. Being around people is energizing for me. In small groups. Of people I like. Whom I have something to share with.
Tonight's my office holiday party. I'm lucky because I my colleagues are a bunch of bright, funny, lovable people who I really enjoy being around. But, still, I'm nervous. Even though I've been around these guys all day long, day in and day out, for almost two years, I'm nervous. Am I wearing the right thing? Will it be fun? What will we talk about? What's the deal with the Twister board?
I feel this way before going out in a large group, or going to any party, sometimes to the point of not going. It normally expresses itself in the large mound of rejected clothes that sit on the floor, or in this morning's case, the floor, the chair, Narnia, the guest room bed, my office, and the living room sofa. Here's the normal going out order:
But, I'm also a people person. Being around people is energizing for me. In small groups. Of people I like. Whom I have something to share with.
Tonight's my office holiday party. I'm lucky because I my colleagues are a bunch of bright, funny, lovable people who I really enjoy being around. But, still, I'm nervous. Even though I've been around these guys all day long, day in and day out, for almost two years, I'm nervous. Am I wearing the right thing? Will it be fun? What will we talk about? What's the deal with the Twister board?
I feel this way before going out in a large group, or going to any party, sometimes to the point of not going. It normally expresses itself in the large mound of rejected clothes that sit on the floor, or in this morning's case, the floor, the chair, Narnia, the guest room bed, my office, and the living room sofa. Here's the normal going out order:
- I cause a big clothes stir.
- Matt talks me down off a ledge.
- I despise him for having the audacity to tell me I look good
- We leave.
- The entire cab ride/el ride/walk over I fret about all of the above, including my behavior and, of course, if I'm wearing the right thing, will it be fun or will I get stuck chatting with the drunk boring guy telling me about his denture repair formula.
- We arrive at the party. I frantically try to hide all insecurities and slip into "everything's perfect" Pleasantville girl.
- I begin to have fun. Normal Brandi returns.
No wonder I like staying home. Okay, I've talked myself into fun and hopefully out of this weird seven step program. I'm going downstairs to the party. And, I'll try not to worry about the twister board.
05 January 2006
And So It Begins.
This is the beginning. You know, new year, new blog.
I have a couple.
Among them:
BookADay. A book review and book publishing site.
Larsen Adventures. A blog I share with my husband in an attempt to write collaboratively.
Those are the highlights.
Hopefully this will be an attempt to explain the hybrid of life and art and what it's like Being Brandi. Or maybe I'll just post neat pictures. Or witty reminiscences. Or something.
I have a couple.
Among them:
BookADay. A book review and book publishing site.
Larsen Adventures. A blog I share with my husband in an attempt to write collaboratively.
Those are the highlights.
Hopefully this will be an attempt to explain the hybrid of life and art and what it's like Being Brandi. Or maybe I'll just post neat pictures. Or witty reminiscences. Or something.
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