Sep 18

“Where can get the best deal on tickets to fly there and see you?”…said my mom on the phone last weekend.

“You want to come here?” I replied

“Yes, we (my stepfather, Tom) have some time off right around your birthday and we would like to come see you.”

“Mom, we would love to have you guys but you REALLY need to understand what you’re getting into. I mean, it might disappoint you being it’s your first time in Alaska period…”

“I know that”

“Are you sure? I mean, there is NOTHING to do here. You’ll hang out here at the house, maybe up at the store while we work, we can take a ride on the 4-wheeler, well I mean we can have fun, that’s not what I meant, there are things to do but we have to make our fun.”

“So? It’ll be a different culture, and I want to see you.”

“oooooookay…but if you hate it don’t blame me”

Now I feel really bad, someone actually wants to come up here to our desolate albeit charming little village not to mention it’s my MOTHER and here I am discouraging her.

I’m such a bad daughter. And the bad thing is, I haven’t heard from her since.

I love you mommy! Come see your daughter, your baby girl, the one you carried in your womb for nine months (hoping the guilt trip is working), it’d be the best birthday present ever! Honestly!

Why do I do these things to myself?

Sep 14

John, my favorite child in the village, came in today and plowed into me with his arms open wide like always proclaiming to everyone “MINE MINE MINE, MY CHRISSY!”

Just as I gave him a tight squeeze back and I could feel the ice around my heart defrosting a bit, he looks at me and says in his articulate and sweet angelic voice. “Did you dye your hair?”

“No John, I didn’t…I need to though, why do you ask?”

“It looks black, I don’t like it”

From the mouths of babes people! I came home and assessed the situation.

Here I sit bang bang banging away at this damn keyboard when I could using up one of the three bottles of hair dye I just HAD TO HAVE BECAUSE I’VE HAD THIS SAME HAIR COLOR FOR TEN YEARS AND WALMART WONT MAIL IT BECAUSE ITS DEEMED HAZARDOUS AND I DONT WANT TO MAKE MY FRIEND JOSH OR HIS LOVELY WIFE DRIVE ALL OVER ANCHORAGE JUST TO MAIL IT TO ME, NO LETS STOCKPILE IT BECAUSE I CANT LIVE WITHOUT IT.

Now my roots are probably a good three inches and I’m still in need of a haircut. But here I sit, hair uncut and uncolored and now my natural color which is a very dull dark brown is indeed looking like my “natural” color.

Pathetic? I’m beyond that.

I gotta go, the Amazing Race is on.

Sep 13

Woe is me.

The season finale of Six Feet Under had me weeping just as much as Season 3’s finale. It also had be begging for more. What shall I do for the next year?

(Hey Tess, how about that last scene with Nathaniel? I had a small Epiphany right there on my couch!…and how about when Nate comes home after going to Barb’s and says to Brenda “Let’s get married and have a baby!” oh Goooood, I ran though a whole box of tissues)

Bravo Mr. Ball, you’ve done it again. (However, the bribe still stands, you just let me know)

Sep 13

I just got the funniest email from someone who shall remain anonymous (but she’s just adorable and I just love her to pieces!) asking me “What exactly is a Tarheel Sack anyway?”

tarheelsak.com is our domain name. I never really thought about it and I just took it for granted that everyone would get it upon reading it but that was really presumptuous of me. lol

The domain just stands for a couple of Tarheels (because we’re from NC) and the AK is because we’re in Alaska. I guess I should have made it tarheelsinak.com
tarheelsak really does look like Tarheel Sak.

Hey T, thanks for bringing that to my attention.

Note to self: May need to rethink this whole domain thing.

Sep 9

My only consolation for losing Six Feet Under for a year is my other favorite show, Carnivale started filming their second season.

For now, at least I have The Amazing Race and the new season of Survivor.

Yes I love both of the shows. I am not ashamed!

However, let me say I would trade both for 11 more episodes of SFU. Mr. Ball, I’ll even throw in Carnivale…whaddya say?

Sep 8

Okay, now this blogger doesn’t want to publish my blogs. It just sits on the publish screen telling me to wait. I was able to walk away, get my morning tea, transfer clothes from the washing maching to the dryer, get caught up in a conversation with the hubby only to return and see the same little triangle informing me 0% of my blog had been published. Let’s see if this works.

Sep 8

Can someone please tell me why my beloved show Six Feet Under is once again on hiatus after only 11 episodes?

I mean, we’re not talking about an obscure (well it is a little obscure), played again, tired old plot and humor sitcom here. This show has won critical acclaim from everyone that matters and numerous Golden Globe awards, not to mention the Emmys.

Is this to tease us when it comes back in a year? (By the way, Mr. Alan Ball, why the hell does it take you this long to come up with exactly 11 episodes?…..don’t get me wrong, genius writing like that doesn’t come a dime a dozen, grant you…but…a whole year between seasons?….No, I think you’re lying on a beach somewhere in Fiji kicking back, drinking cocktails and reveling in your success, meanwhile, the adoring fans of the show must sit in angst, waiting, longing for that email telling us our loooooong awaited season premiere is coming soon. No offense.)

What really gets me is shows on the major Networks get a full four months of episodes. AND with only about a three month break in between That’s what about 4 episodes a month?, so that equals to around 32 episodes a year?????? hmmmmmmmmm I’d say I’m owed about 20. Yessireeebob.

However, I’m going to delude myself and chalk it up to what I hope is brilliance takes nurturing, shows like this don’t come along often. (Never, in my book) Yep, I’m going to be in complete denial and imagine Mr. Ball sitting in a nice office, head over his keyboard, brainstorming with co-writers, producers and directors and sweating it out for almost a full year…because he is so devoted to the show’s fans.

Yes that’s better. Okay, I can live with that.

Sep 7

I am still fuming over losing ALL of my everloving (keeping it clean here) posts.

I was talking to my pal Tess (you PR goddess you, did you notice I put all the totals on the time sheets this week?…. and that was with hangover too, I was thinking of you!) on the phone in the midst of all the retail chaos that is my life, and she suggested I save them to my harddrive.

As if I hadn’t thought of that a million times.

Like the old cliche’ “It’s one thing to say and another to do.” Is that not the dumbest saying ever?

One of those things I was just too lazy to do.

I ambitiously thought of it, I really did, I swear.

But alas….

Here I sit, with posts out there in neverneverland.

Again, DAMN!

Sep 7

Yesterday, I’m trying to cull through the blogs that either sound really dumb or make no sense at all when somehow I managed to delete the whole friggin’ thing.

I mean, every blog I’ve done since May.

DAMN!

I had to redo everything, my profile, my template, the blog name which by the way, I think Insane Ramblings suits this blog moreso than the previous one, don’t you?

When the shoe fits….

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