Thursday, May 28, 2009

What a tool.

I mean...seriously.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Well, Kcuf.

I just found out from the IRS that all of my refunds were sent to Baltimore. My accountant had my old address and therefore they went to my old apartment. Luckily, I still know the owner of the building and I'll let him know. They were probably just sent back to the post office, as the people in the building don't know me anymore. The owner/landlord, however, I'm still in touch with. He's a great guy whom I adore. I wondered, because the "where's my refund" portion of the site told me that the checks had been sent on May 8th. Yes, I'm getting more than one. No, don't ask. I'll just say this. Extensions. And I'm not talking about the kind you see on name-that-random starlet's head here in Los Angeles. However, the good news is now I know what's going on. I was fearful that they'd gotten lost in the mail. And, when calling my mailbox the c-word every time it yielded no checks didn't make them magically appear the next day, I spoke to a real live person at the IRS. I have to say, every time I've dealt with the IRS, they've been helpful and friendly. Okay, so there was one lady who'd cached in her smile chips for the day, but hey, I eventually won her over. Just a little bit.

What this means, is that it will be a few weeks before I get my refunds. Phooey.

In other news, things are still going well and that "good thing" I mentioned is still a very real possibility. I'm keeping it close to the vest for now for obvious reasons, but it's put me in good spirits.

I'm taking care of the neighbor's kitties, who are just adorable. It was cute how they asked me, knowing I have cats. And, previously I've asked them about theirs a few times. They are a young married couple who live in one of the studios in the building on the first floor. And, one of their cats is named Oliver. A black beauty with amber eyes. And, just a sweetie. I've enjoyed my time with them.

I'm at Starbucks today, cheating on my local coffee shop. I saw another regular who is also cheating. Sometimes you just have to break from routine. It gives you a fresh perspective. Plus, I love the huge pine trees near this store. I'm sitting outside and hearing the wind filter through them. It always is interesting to me to see the humanity that comes into Starbucks. How, that they decided to make getting coffee a part of their day. The auto mechanic with the Midas patch on his shirt on walking in with his wife, the multitude of teenagers, lots of laptop warriors and families. A big, muscled African-American man smoking a thin cigar who smiled at me, maybe thinking his size could be seen as intimidating when we met eyes. He was standing, me sitting. It's one of the perks of being a woman. Men, who wouldn't crack smiles for other men, show you courtesy. It's hard to explain, but I've had it happen many, many times. You know it when you see it. It's pure chivalry.

A couple days ago, I struck up a conversation with a veteran teamster. He'd again, shown that chivalry. He told me about working on "Predator" in the Mexican jungle. Very interesting, as I'd just watched it recently on HBO again. The first time I saw it, I was staying my my dad and step mom's house in New Jersey when they lived in London. They had a huge, wall-sized TV, so it was like seeing it on a movie screen. I was flipping channels, it was on and I decided to watch it. Well, not only was I not expecting it to be as good as it was, but also didn't expect it to scare the crap out of me for the rest of the night. They lived in a house surrounded by trees, including a half-acre of wild wooded area behind their house. After the movie, I closed every single blind over the windows and jumped at any noise from outside. I swore I was going to see a glint of distortion in the forest, then a triangle of red sighting lasers float across my chest before I was blown to oblivion. I didn't expect the monster to be as scary as it was, nor the movie so creepy. He told me a few stories from the set, such as the deaths that occurred during filming. For you fainthearted, you may want to skip this part. But, he told me about an accident that happened when they were rigging the props for a scene where the commandos first see the hanging skinned bodies of the other commandos. Before shooting, when they were hoisting the helicopter up into the tree, a cable snapped with such force that it cut two workers in half at the torso. These were Mexican nationals, and he saw the entire thing. I've researched that story on the internet and haven't been able to find anything, but it's not something that a major studio will publicize unless it's unavoidable like the Twilight Zone Movie deaths. Also, that accident happened in America, not the Mexican jungle. If anyone knows about it, please point me to the information so I can link to it.

Otherwise, I've been in a happy state for many reasons. Things are starting to make sense. I'll explain more about that when I can.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Some more Oliver adorableness. Here he is kneading my shawl, with it in his mouth of course. This time, he gets his back legs into the action. No shawls were harmed in the making of this video.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Written on May 11, 2009

The weather has cooled off thankfully. Now it's back to normal May weather. Nice during the day, cool at night. There are some good developments that have been happening, but I won't mention them here yet as they are still in progress.

I don't have much to report otherwise.

Last night, I drove to the grocery store to settle my ice cream cravings that I've been having lately. Jeez, we get a little hot weather and I'm raiding the Ben & Jerry's selection in the freezer aisle.

On my way there, I saw a Cadillac SUV pulled over by my building in a haphazard way, with flashers on. The passenger door was open, which led me to look at my building, then notice the two young guys pressed up against the wall between the palm trees, taking a leak. Usually, I'd get irked at that, but for some reason this time it cracked me up. They just looked so helpless and caught well...with their pants down. They noticed me at the same time and turned around guiltily. I rolled down my window, and one of them looked like he was bracing for a tirade from me, but I merely smiled and shook my momma finger at them. They laughed, I laughed and one of them yelled repeatedly at me, "I'm sorry!" It was hilarious. I guess they really had to go.

After a night at the bar, Shannon and I hit up Bob's Big Boy where my neighbor waited on us. The two of them took swipes at each other succeeding in both embarrassing and cracking me up. It's always weird having my neighbor wait on me, but after a couple times I'm used to it now.

The weird thing is that I looked over Shannon's shoulder and saw the sallow man. I couldn't believe it. It was three in the morning, and there he was talking some other poor guy's ear off. Luckily, he didn't see me, but my neighbor already knew him by name. Just before that we'd been at the local pub, that is, after Shannon pounded on my window because he wanted to go out. Funny thing, is well, I was indisposed at the time that he did it, so when he moved to the bathroom window I had to yell at him that I couldn't move. Anyway, it was funny and we were on Nolan's bar stools fifteen minutes later. We ended up talking to three stunt men who were really fun to talk to. I tell you, those guys have nerves of steel. I'd gone to put some songs in the juke and when I returned, Shannon had struck up a conversation with them. He went next and told them, "watch over her." The three surrounded me and though I didn't know that Shannon had said that to them, I had a sudden sense of security. They were very nice, confident but approachable and were extremely comfortable in their own skin. And, funny.

Written on May 6th, 2009

Hot. Dry. Windy.

I came home after eating soup next door to one of my neighbors sleeping on his stomach feet from my door, beads of water glistening on his tan skin from a dip in the pool, in his swim trunks with his toes dangling over the edge into the water. I took his cue and left my door open, stretched out on my couch and fell into a light sleep as I listened to the wind chimes in the courtyard. Perfect.

When I woke, it was hot. I relented, shut the windows and blinds, then turned on the air conditioning. I can't sleep well when it's hot, so let the cooling of my apartment begin. It's so funny when I compare my hot weather posts to ones like this. Both have their merits.

Monday, May 04, 2009

It looks like I have three little earthquake predictors in my house. They were acting nuts the day before the earthquake, so much that I actually Tweeted it. Look to the right if you don't believe me. And, the follow up after the quake hit. I got a lot of emails from people because I also updated that on other social networking sites. It was just a little quake, but nearby and shallow so it was felt in a lot of areas.

That day, they were "off." Just wandering around as if looking for something, and extra jumpy. Oliver roamed around the pool area meowing, which was very unlike him and Atticus raced around the house. Scout was extra alert and also went looking...as if something was making a noise and she was trying to find out what it was. It was odd enough that I noticed it. I can't explain it. I even said to them, "Are we going to have an earthquake?"

I let them out when I'm home, and make sure that they stay within the pool area. I leave my door open so I can keep an eye on them. They're really good about sticking around, and it's funny when a noise spooks them and all three come racing in. I never, ever let them out if I'm not home. Too much risk out there, but I know they love it so this way they get to stretch their legs a bit. And eat grass, and then come inside and throw it up right beside me. Um. Yeah.

Anyway, I'm glad there's an enclosed area where they can walk around and socialize with my neighbors.

There are some other things going on that are good, but I just can't mention them here! I've been in a good state of mind lately. Especially tonight when I was taking a rest on my couch. It was one of those quiet dusks where everything just takes a breath and cooperates. So, you find the rhythm and breathe in time with it.