| Subtle wiles & endless smiles |
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While waiting for our meal a bee decides that my iced tea is sugar heaven and starts buzzing around trying to find a good perch. This causes me to back away from the table with big fearful eyes and small squeeks. Harrison pulls out a magazine and rolls it up all threatening like, waiting for the bee to stop long enough to squish it's tiny little bee guts out. Unfortuanately for us, all the baby bee wants is to get it's sugar fix. It doesn't seem like the best idea to go whacking my iced tea across the resturant floor, as the waitress watches the commotion from a good dozen feet away, refusing to come any closer. Big fearful eyes all around. I grab some old hardcover book, that is part of the resturants decor, intending to capture the bee in my iced tea the next time it lands. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. He will not hold still. Book and rolled magazine (Was it Harper's?) are held up waiting for their chance. Buzz.
I'd like to tell you all of our clever plots paid off. I'd like to tell you that it's little hornet insides were squished across our table while Harrison ate with a triumphant grin. I'd like to tell you that I captured it in a sea of iced tea where it died in an ecstacy which can only be described as the ultimate sugar high.
Sadly, he is still out there. He is waiting for unsuspecting diners to slide into booths smiling their lives away. He will find you there. He will try to drink your beer. He will find the joy in stealing your parsley as only a bee can. Be prepared. Do not let him have the upper hand. Bring your bug spray.
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Most annoying pool game ever: He breaks, gets one ball in. He is solids, I am stripes. My turn, I get two balls in. His turn, I don't remember if he gets any in. My turn, I get my other five stripes in. His turn, I think he may have gotten one solid in as he yells about my sharking him. My last turn, I go for the eight ball. Alas, I hit it too hard and it ends up going into a pocket, but not the one I called. Damnit. Losing the bet wasn't so bad, but still, I hate losing.
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[26 Aug 2003|09:17am] |
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I'd do the guess who's back, back again, Eminem thing but I'm just a skinny white girl with no rhythem so, this is just HI there, guys.
I missed you.
Mwah!!
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| Out, out damn Spot! |
[14 Oct 2002|09:14pm] |
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Harrison's dogs are evil. Well just one of them. The little basset hound is calm and well mannered enough. But taking care of her chocolate lab has been miserable. He is entirely unmanageable. He gave me a run for it today.
Now usually I can trick this dog into not jumping on me when I feed and water him. But today he caught on to my wiley ways and slipped out of his collar. He ran off, with me chasing him as close as I could. Then he returned with a 2-foot long section of a 2X4 board from the construction site of a nearby house. And wanted to play fetch with this plank!
I should mention this dog can jump almost five feet high from a standing position. I'm about 5'3, so when he's holding this huge board in his mouth and jumps, he's more than able to whack me in the head with it. After banging me around a couple of times, he proceeds to bite at my hands when I try to get him back in his enclosure or put his collar on him. He knocks me over, then takes off and jumps in the lake.
Stunned I sat there and wondered how in the hell I just got beat up by a dog... but sitting there wasn't bringing him back so I head to the lake. Where he tries (very nearly successfully) to knock me in the water. We wrestle on the dock; I tackle him and get him in a collar. Next to get him on the leash. And finally I have tamed the beast. Once I got him on the leash he was perfectly well mannered. But it took me about an hour to catch and subdue him. *sigh*
I tied him back up and he pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one. He blew smoke at me and chuckled, as if to say, 'was that as good for you as it was for me?'
Until next time buddy. This will NOT happen again tomorrow. And who taught you how to smoke anyway?
Ugh. Anyway want a Labrador? I love dogs but this one is too damned hyper for me.
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| left behind to drown in my sorrows... ;D |
[01 Oct 2002|07:30pm] |
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it was a long day
things i wanna do before i die:
-write something worthwhile
-emit fuzziness & warmth
-know a lot about the names of medications
-know a lot in general
-rescue lobsters
-be witty
-be unselfish
-swim with sharks
-embody truth
-become organized (or share my life with someone who doesn't mind organizing me)
-not worry about money
-care less & less what people think
-be accepted by my family in all my heathenness & lack of virtue
no matter how content I get, waves of "god-i-annoy-myself" still overcome... and even when someone's saying "i love you"... it's easy to feel unloved... all in all... the only opinion that can change me is mine.
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| I am de arteest, mon ami ---- LOL |
[20 Sep 2002|03:51pm] |
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I am learning to paint. I've been wanting to give it a try for a long time, but just never managed get around to it. However, after a long, luxurious trip through the Louve' two days ago, I know own both watercolors and acrylics and am ready to learn to use the almighty brush. I've only tried the watercolors so far, but I think it's going impressively well if I do say so myself. I did, of course, start off painting some small fairies and after seeing that they weren't a total failure I'm now totally psyched!!
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| a completely pointless entry |
[17 Sep 2002|01:04am] |
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For some reason I kept thinking it was Tuesday. It must be due to my wierd sleeping patterns lately and I have no sense of time anymore since I don't carry my phone (what's the point?) and I don't have a watch. But alas it is only Monday. The days go by and it really doesn't even matter what day it is they are all the same really. I get up and do what I have to do. I sit, I eat, I sleep, I type. Nothing too exciting. I've been craving donuts like everyday. Sugar and salt. Horrible sweet tooth. And garlicy things. Today I ate some like honey mustard onion pretzel thing. And I know I'm not pregnant. Because that would be quite impossible. My arms itch. I'm listening to classical music and enjoying it immensely. I need to aqcuire more classical music for my collection. Lately I've mostly been listening to Mp3's and I got a new free cd from Landmark. Not too bad. Another compilation so I never have to decide what I want to listen to.
I'm now going to welcome Adam Sandler so Tommy will have to be my slave. (although I would have done it anyway, a Tommy slave is an added bonus HURRAY)
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| Fish in the trees |
[06 Sep 2002|11:36pm] |
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I think from now on when anyone asks me a question I don't want to answer I will extend my arms, spin around 3 times, click my heels and skip off in the opposite direction. That oughta teach them.
And another thing . . .
Driving back to the hotel today we passed a guy driving along with his hands clasped above the wheel in a position of prayer and I couldn't help but think that if he would just put his damn hands back on the wheel, he wouldn't have to pray so hard.
People are a trip. And often a fall.
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[04 Sep 2002|08:01pm] |
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I love the hypomanic's nap.
Lay down for five minutes on comfortable surface. Then you're up, refreshed, ready to go, with ten things running through your head that you want to get done.
I feel like I haven't slept in weeks. And I don't bloomin' care. My brain is happy when it's mush.
Harrison and I are in Europe for one of a few festivals of film they are showing K-19 at. He is also being honored here. It was a lovely presentation and he was dashing as always.
I'm so proud.
I must go, but promise to update far more and in a more intricate and entertaining post soon.
Much love
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| How Cally spent her random pointless sleepy saturday afternoon |
[31 Aug 2002|03:36pm] |
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I watched a spider weave a web today. I've seen webs, obviously, but I've never watched one being created. She always moved counterclockwise.
The web strands were thin to the point of being nearly invisible. I guess that makes sense, because she was such a tiny little spider. Who could imagine all of that protein being stored in her abdomen?
The big things... trees and mountains and rivers and canyons, all of those things are beautiful. But it always amazes me that it's the little things that make you tilt your head and watch for an hour and then walk away thinking "Ah! So that is how they do it!"
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| The best coffee comes from Harrison's favorite no spill cup that is now MINE |
[24 Aug 2002|04:38pm] |
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and other random Cally thoughts.....
I feel like I should be updating this more often, altho' I don't know why. I haven't really had much to say lately. There are some new poems I've written, but nothing really worth sharing, just some mediocre thoughts penned into my ever-present blackbook.
And I should be doing something productive right now like laundry or playing with Liam or cleaning or reading but I'm not. Liam's asleep, everything is clean and my book doesn't interest me right now. I did spend over an hour in the bathroom tho' :p Showered, shaved, moisturized, and made-up. Altho' my hair is a bit lacking since I'm not in the mood to attack myself with a blow-dryer.
I'm almost out of Cotton Blossom shower gel and smoothing scrub so as soon as I run out of lotion I'm going to pick a new scent and go on a mini-shopping-spree to get shower gel and scrub and lotions and such in a new scent. I'm thinking something more clean and soapy smelling than Cotton Blossom, less flowery, maybe Green Aloe or something like that *shrugs* I dunno.
It's all dark and rainy outside.
I miss Harrison.
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| I'm so lucky...although I don't usually talk about it |
[20 Aug 2002|01:51pm] |
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I'm sitting at Harrison's computer right now.
I just woke up a little while ago.
I slept in a little.
He has to leave tomorrow to go back to the set, my part taking much less time I will be staying here.
Right now he's off doing...well I honestly don't know.
He left me some cute notes around the house that say things like "you're beautiful" and "i love you."
I went to brush my teeth...and there was a note.
I went to get my hairbrush, and there was a note.
*smile*
He left me a lovely note on the computer's notepad and a melody of love songs on winamp for me to play.
He has something planned for before he leaves.
I'm excited.
He mentioned having me step out for a little bit so he can set it up.
I can't wait :)
I'm so lucky.
Thank you.
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| Huh? |
[12 Aug 2002|12:02pm] |
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It looks like rain outside...but unfortunately, that does not mean that the dog days of summer are drawing to a close. The next few weeks will be a veritable celebration of humidity and sun that puts the lush jungles of Central America to shame; sort of a last hurrah for summer to try and beat us into submission. Then we'll simmer down, just a touch, into the low nineties perhaps, and the humidity will start to fade ever-so-slowly, the wind will change, and inexorably, fall will begin to creep in. The goldenrod will sprout up, the long grasses will dry out from the sun, and Indian Summer will be here. Harrison and I are taking Liam to the Lucas Ranch tonight. I should be fun and thank god for cooler weather in Northern California.
Before we take off though I wanted to clear up something….There is NOTHING between Tom and I but friendship. I can't speak for him, but I certainly am not about to sit here quietly while it is insinuated that I would do something like that to Penelope or for goodnesssake to my Harrison. He is the one I love and who I am with and we are very happy.
See you all tomorrow.
EDIT Jonny and Richie, I heard the new single it's incredible. You ROCK!!! * Laughing *Oh yeah you knew that. Heather, hugs and hugs, Liam says to say hello to Pretty Ava for him
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| life goes on |
[11 Aug 2002|04:48pm] |
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Tommy and I had dinner the other night. It started out at a fancy french place that neither of us were comfortable in, especially after the head waiter called Access Hollywood and told them he had left Penelope and I had dumped Harrison and we were dating, so we cleared up the story and left. We ended up driving around in his limo, laughing and drinking and well...rolling down the windows and mooning the other motorists on Ventura.
I wonder what they'd do if they realized that naked butt in the window of the limo wasn't some drunk teenager, but Mr. Tom Cruise. *laughing still*
Then last night, while driving home from the poker game at del Toro's with Harrison, we were listening to the radio, and they had a spoken word program on.
classical music was playing and there was the voice of a lady that was telling the story of hawai'i and about queen liliuokalani.
they spoke about ka'iolani, queen liliuokalani's niece and how she wrote in a letter about not wanting to marry a man whom she did not love. it was an arrangement.
the words made me sad...to think that there are women out there that feel this way...because of arranged marriages and such.
"...i must have been born beneath an unlucky star. For my life is planned out in a way that I can not alterate..."
-ka'iolani an excerpt from one of her many letters...
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[05 Aug 2002|08:30pm] |
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I posted yesterday and talked about the party at the beautiful Sambora home. I talked about many things but the one I left off, due to obvious pickleing of the brain by too much alcohol is that the first person come up and give me and Harrison hugs after Heather greeted us was the very sweet and lovely ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rachael_leigh.
Forgive me for the horrendous oversight honey. Love you.
( This IS My Favorite Song Right Now )
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| and now for something completely different |
[04 Aug 2002|09:06pm] |
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I almost killed myself today.
Got everyone's attention? Okay first things first, after much recovery time from the party thrown by the lovely heatherlocker and r_sambora, where I made out with k_beckinsale, danced with bradley_pitt in a sequined dress (him not me) and with t_cruise in his tighty whities, met fake Cher, otherwise known as seanhayes and then real one, diva_cher, as well as steven_tyler and saw pam_anderson with her sheep, and watched j_garner dump her drink on johnrzeznik's head and then I finally fell asleep on the very gorgeous and wonderfulharrison_ford.
All in all it was a wonderful night. Thank you Harrison, Richie and Jonny for the incredible breakfast in the morning.
Now on to my near death…
it wasn't even intentional. Nicole (Nicole Carson from Ally) called and wanted to go hiking, I love to so we drove up to this huge, beautiful waterfall about an hour away and I just walked down to the point closest to the falls, scrambled down over the Beech roots, climbed up on to the rocks, ignoring the *do not cross this line* notice, right up to the tip of the rocks, the edge of the fall, the steepest cliff and just stood there, and I walked down to the edge. The falls were right next to me, crashing down a further 150 feet into sharp rocks. There was this tremendous surge of power and the noise was deafening. The ground, jagged rocks turning into mossy banks and into a mud beach around the lagoon. Looked so beautiful, and the spray from the falls was on my skin, and all around me, glittering in the sunlight. The beech trees stretched out over the cliffs and there was a really deep, dark pool flowing into an erosion cave - such a dark blue, such soft water, such cool shadows.
And, I closed my eyes. I could hear birds singing; I could feel the warmth of the sun and the cool spray on my skin, and still that deafening crash of power. So, I moved closer to the edge, looked down in the falls. I can't possibly describe how beautiful it was, and, on instinct, every single part of me felt compelled to jump, so much that I actually flinched, as if I was about to dive into a swimming pool.
Then, a single thought entered my head.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?
Pulling back, calmness over. Shock setting in, drew back, shaky, climbed back over to the edge, off the cliff, onto the Beech mulching, onto the path. Then I realized Nicole was the one yelling to me and standing, watching. Just watching. She said she was just watching me, waiting. To see if I was going to fall or jump or what. Standing, silent, watching. Oh my god. Thanks Nicole, glad I wasn't waiting for you to come save me.
EDIT: Go say hello to Sebastian Bach, bach_off, he said publicy he watched Ally McBeal. Thanks Sebastian, I love your voice.
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[02 Aug 2002|04:58pm] |
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Okay we have our costumes and hopefully I won't have any terrible mishaps with the chain link bra.
Harrison looks soooooo handsome.
I'm so excited to see everyone all dressed up, I feel like a little kid at Halloween.
Heather and Richie, we'll see you soon.
*loves much*
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