That is kind of how I feel at the moment. Waiting out a blizzard that has shut down transportation and caused all twelve of us to tromp through frozen puddles in search of the best baklava and Turkish coffee. I must say I was not that heart broken that we had to stay an extra day in one of the most amazing places I have visited. Waking up at 6 to the prayers that are blasted over loud speakers multiple times a day is quite different than my typical alarm. We have gone to The Blue Mosque, The Grand Bizarre, and The Spice Market. The spice market was so eye opening, literally. The colors and smells are indescribable! More but the battery is dying…I will have to explain “Not Normal” and how Lauren, Cynthia and I were forced to leave a store because of this.
Archive for February, 2008
Really, I am not a pill popper. I actually hate taking medicine, but will succumb to promises of clear nasal passages and a restful sleep when I am feeling like hell. I definately fell for it last night, my throat killed and the Theraflu box, felt my pain. Unfortunately it did not live up to its promise and instead of having a restful nights sleep, like Luke finally was, I had caught his case of monkey brain on top of my cold. Bouncing all over the place and barely finishing one thought before another so kindly chimed in, here are some of the things filling my brain instead of dreams last night.
Was his mom mad that he got that tattoo on his arm? Maybe she has one?
There has to be more words that start with Qa in the scrabble dictionary, what the hell are they?
I really miss smoking cigarettes sometimes.
I am still pissed off…repeated over and over like counting sheep. Not good at all.
Luke’s hand feels really big in mine.
Did I forget to reassign shoes to the right product groups at work?
What should I wear tomorrow(I always am thinking this)?
Why can’t I be thinking of something meaningful and profound instead of all this nonsense?
HELP!!!!
http://www.jango.com/stations/51050;tunein?u=0&song_id=88038&proxy_id=388835
http://www.islumber.com/?s_kwcid=can’t%20sleep|1310163893#
Maybe that was too much xanax to take before going live on T.V., but I was nervous, overwhelmingly nervous. Had I known that I was going to show up to the station and be thrown on air without any prep, I might have chosen against waking up at 4:30 am. Maybe, I should be flattered that Park City TV had enough faith in me that they actually believed I would be cool and calm under the hot lights and random news stories.
So, the xanax didn’t calm my nerves, but somehow it managed to make me dull. We have all met that person that seems over medicated and flat…well that was me Thursday morning at 7am. Flat, dull, monotone, QUIET! The producers actually told me during the commercial break that, “it’s a morning show, don’t be afraid to be perky and you’re too quiet, let your voice have some pitch to it.” This was a first, I have never been told I was quiet, but I took the advice/criticism and went with it. Hour two, I felt better. I even cracked some jokes, but in the end although my ego was slightly crushed I was glad not to have to go back and relive, live my inability to talk to the camera like it’s my best friend. It was an experience, I am glad I tried, but I realize now I am going to have to find some other way to be fabulous.
http://www.jango.com/stations/257705;tunein?u=0&index=436
Thursday Jan 31, 7am mountain morning show/ laugh with me not at me.
