but you're sick

Nothing irritates me more than people who are sick and REFUSE to stay home. I'm not talking your functioning cold here-we're all guilty of going out with that. I'm talking the sick where you look, sound, emanate your awfulness it makes people uncomfortable simply by being in your presence.

Yeah, one of my co-workers was that way this week and they MAY (or may not-I HOPE!) have infected me. Best part is they didn't have a cold--oh no. It's the FLU. The effing FLU!! Who the HELL comes to work with the FLU!? Especially being in FOOD SERVICE!? OI.

Anyway I'm in that "maybe she is, maybe she isn't stage". You know what I'm talking about. The sore throat, itchy nose, tired and a LITTLE achy, but not so bad you can justify calling off work and spend the day in bed. It's almost as bad as the full blown-"yeah you're sick" stage. This is SO not an ideal time.

Naturally it happens the week I'm supposed to start tech rehearsals for La Mancha. OI. Sick or not I HATE backing out of commitments-especially now because I don't know if I'm really sick or just fighting it off. All day I have had the inner debate-but if I'm NOT sick I need to be there. But if I AM sick I need to not expose the entire cast and crew the week before we open. Luckily I have an AWESOME technical director and friend who is super understanding and all but banned me from the theatre until Saturday's tech rehearsal once I told him my dilemma.

Here's hoping a couple nights of R&R will be enough to stave off the consideration (or lack thereof) of my co-workers...can I just hurt them?

childhood trauma

This morning I saw a commercial for the Blu Ray release of "Bambi". The tag line for this promotion is

"Share the movie every childhood deserves."

Umm...all I remember is being TRAUMATIZED by this movie. Although some of the cutest scenes ever are in this movie-Bambi learning to speak, calling Flower a flower, Thumper, and the like, but

Bambi's mom dies.

BAMBI'S MOM DIES

BAMBI'S MOM DIES-not just dies-she's

KILLED.

BY A HUNTER.

AAAND...YOU DON'T EVEN SEE HIS FACE!!!

Way to go Walt for singlehandedly introducing me to death, devastation, and trauma in one fail swoop. All at the tender age of six.

Yes, kids DEFINITELY need this movie in their childhoods...

the last word

I had an experience this week that got me thinking. Why do we ALWAYS have to have the last word? I also find the more passionate the situation/people, the harder they try to score that last, doozy, hit you right to the core comment.
WHY?

I must admit although I'm not ashamed of my passion, I am ashamed that it ruffles my feathers as much as it does when I DON'T get the last word in--especially in an argument, and ESPECIALLY in this particular situation because it was completely pointless and stupid that I even let this person (who isn't worth my time) get to me like they did.

Spare me the "it's not very Christ-like Kristen", or "do you have any idea how childish that really is?", or "what would your MOTHER say?!" Yes, I KNOW it's not at all Christ-like, I KNOOOOW that it's ridiculously childish, and I know my mom would give me that disappointed look that breaks my heart. (BTW-do they pull you aside in the hospital and teach you that look? Every mother I know has one.)

I KNOW all these things just like I KNOW cakebites and Coke (the drink, not the drug) aren't good for me, yet I willingly seek them out because they make me feel good.
Good thing I have Mr. Wonderful here to remind me the last word isn't as important as I've led myself to believe.

But it sure feels great to get that last, awesome comment in and just watch them stammer as you walk away in triumph.


Does that make me a bad person?

confession-friday edition

*I totally knocked this off of someone who knocked it off of someone else.
And you know what? I'm totally ok with that because that's just how I roll.
*I have been very agitated over the last week for the most ridiculous reasons:
-People need to lay the hell off Christina Aguilera. She's not the first to butcher the National Anthem-both lyrically and musically. I promise she won't be the last.
-I love my friends. A lot. But sometimes they take themselves WAY too seriously and I just want to SMACK them. HARD.
-My brain to mouth filter has been on the fritz this week causing a lot of...interesting situations.
-My inability to type--right now, as you read this. Dyslexia is real, folks.
*Hoity-toity people suck. I want to hit them too.
*I just realized I have a lot of people I want to hit. Maybe I should join a rage-aholic group or something.
*People are downright greedy where anything free is involved--especially food. And unless you are from a third world country and don't know when you'll get the opportunity again that's just WRONG.
*I miss my best friend. I wish some people in her life weren't such jerks; it's almost impossible to be around without there being tension.
*Although I shouldn't I can eat Sweet Tooth Fairy treats all day every day.
*I miss moonlighting as a waitress. Not because I loved the people but because I miss the ca$h. A lot. It makes planning my upcoming trip to Disneyland that much easier.
*Although I'm planning on auditioning for Pimpernel, Music Man, and various other shows this year I'm wondering why I even bother because all I'm ever looked at for is supporting or ensemble roles and it BLOWS.
*Friday couldn't have come sooner. If I have to put up with one more smart ass, self entitled jerk I might shoot something.
* I always get a rush of excitement when I see comments on my blog. It's lame but I totally validate myself with them.

wordless wednesday