Christy and Kate with Uncle Dean
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This was a great Christmas at the Rissers. I think I still even have that scary little clown somewhere. Do we not all love Kate's pixie cut finally growing out? I know she was happy.
In Case I want to go Hollywood
Tennis
So I've recently decided to get back into Tennis. My poor little raquet has been languishing for too long in the closet and needs a little fresh (ok, somewhat polluted) Arizona air. I know it's my "fault," but I need to "let" it back on the court to find "love." He needs a healthy hobby. I don't want him taken "advantage" of in the back "alley" and playing mixed doubles with a pair of Wilson's balls during a "grand slam." He needs a sweet "Hail Mary" to court. That's what I hope to provide--and oh yeah, I need to bone up on my skillz too before I join the Arizona Tennis Association this Spring--hopefully I'll get a little healthy mixed doubles competition myself--but I won't be bringing the balls. ;)
The depressing thing about tennis is that no matter how much you play, you'll never be as good as a wall. I played a wall once, they're fucking relentless. - Mitch Hedberg
Famous Farewells / Parting Blows
Blaine, Richard "Rick" (actor - Humphrey Bogart)
"Isla, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Some day you'll understand that. Now, now. Here's looking at you kid."
Movie: Casablanca, 1942
Lecter, Hannibal "the Cannibal" (actor - Anthony Hopkins)
Movie: "I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye."
Montague, Mercutio
"A plague o' both your houses, They have made worms' meat of me!"
Play: Romeo and Juliet, III, i
Butler, Rhett (actor - Clark Gable)
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!" - movie
Movie: Gone With the Wind, 1939
Hoedel, Christy (as self)
"...You are the very creature women of good breeding and education spurn as the very dirt beneath their feet. With sincerest hope that you grow into adulthood, Christy" -electronic correspondence (some parts of letter edited for sharp content).
Real Life: Christy's never-ending male saga, 2006
My Cell Phone Owns Me
Ok, I'm sure I'm not the only one out there that is the property of their own cell phone. I take it with me everywhere I go. Usually it gets to ride in a nice soft purse or on the passenger seat of my car.
I'm very attentive to it.
Waiting for phone calls:Me: "hmmmmmm....maybe my phone's on 'manner mode' and I just didn't hear it. (runs to check phone) Nope, didn't think so."
Me: "maybe I better take it with me to get the mail/take out the trash/clean my car/go into the bedroom in case I miss a call or can't hear the phone."
Me: (in a public place, someone's phone rings) "better check to see if it was mine....nope...oh well. Well, maybe I better keep my purse unzipped a little bit so I can hear it IF IT DOES RING."
Love/Hate Relationship:Me: (staring at my phone in disbelief and disgust) "Why won't you just ring already!" [having several people who need to return my phone calls or get in touch with me].
Me: (ringing phone) "FINALLY!!"--personal reaction closely correlated to the specific ringtones designated for various people)
I even put my phone to sleep every night. I tuck it in to it's little charge base right before I dose off to sleep. Lord knows what could happen if my phone is not fully charged. What if I was marooned on a desert island or caught in a mineshaft and had to call to get out. All the "bars" in the world won't help if the battery is low. Every morning, it's the first thing I grab and is pressing thought on my mind every time I leave the house--"did I remember the phone?"
What would happen if for once I was not reachable instantaneously? What if I actually left my cellphone at home?!!? GASP!! It might get lonely. It might get sad. It would ring and ring and ring or sing and sing and sing with no one to listen.
Right now I am in the process of adopting a new cellular buddy from Verizon. It's been a week and I still can't decide which one I want. This is a two year committment to ONE phone! I'm not usually with guys that long! This is BIG!
My phone can be my best friend (connecting me to far-off friends and family) or my worst enemy (denying me simple phone calls from people I need to hear from). It's too late for me...I'm already too far into the addiction to ever hope for recovery.
World Travel---sigh
You Belong in Rome |
You're a big city girl with a small town heartWhich is why you're attracted to the romance of RomeStrolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in handAnd gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better? |
What City Do You Belong In?
Joe Says Go
Joe is the little white-yellow man in the crosswalk. He's a pretty cool guy and usually gives me good direction---thanks for the red hand Joe! It's gotten me out of a number of near accidents. You are the best!Joe told me to go alot this weekend. He was there with me in San Diego in the Gaslamp Quarter amid the Har Krishnas hopped up on opioids, men running around in speedos, and people taunting cops and then getting pictures with them. He was there at Pacific Beach among the barefoot hippies, the surfer dudes, the scantily clad over-tanned college girls, and the drunks on Swinns.He was even there on Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles. He watched out for my safety as I walked down to Sunset and then to Melrose. I think I would have felt better if he was packing though. Joe told me to "go" to Pinks, a famous hotdog stand, and I'm grateful for that advice though my arteries might not be. However, I wish he hadn't told me to "go" on the bus. Joe's not there to watch out for me. A Black panther in sunglasses enters the bus and is told by an polite older man that there is a nice open seat by him to which black panter with the rainbow hat on his mohawk replies--"I'm not blind." The older man then says "Just trying to be nice...." to which the scary rainbow headdress man says...."well, the Jews were nice to Jesus and they hung him on the cross...." Oh JOE!! Where were you?! Then the bus driver stops the bus and is like, "Is there going to be a problem?" I'm so happy I don't take the bus in Hollywood and that I walk. Joe tells me when and where to walk and that suits me just fine.So don't get impatient with Joe. He's trying his best. Hitting the crosswalk button over and over does not make him work any harder. He has a tough job to do. There aren't that many florescent 12 inch tall men around to fill his shoes if he quits. Don't anger him or he'll turn red before you are halfway across the street and cars will attack you. Joe can be a bit vindictive and catty at times, but I love him anyway.