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November 14th, 2006

09:51 pm - Dixivision I'd love to say that in my absence here on livejournal that I've been doing something remotely interesting, but truthfully, I've been watching "Rob & Big" on MTV and eating peanut butter right out of the jar (Don't tell my roommate). If life gets much more exciting, I think I may have to be checked into the hospital for exhaustion (Isn't that what Mariah Carey called it?). Yes, I've been living it up, folks. I'm thinking of taking up a few new hobbies. I'm thinking that if Rob Dyrdek can have his own show on MTV that there must be a place there for me. A few of my ideas: "Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Dixi Edition," In this series, I would try out for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders and get my butt kicked by the big marine that whips them into shape. You'd get to see me cry when Kelly pointed out that my arms were soft, fall flat on my face during the sexy walk out onto the field, but somehow I'd muster up the courage to keep on going and become the best DCC ever. "The Surreal Life: Fayetteville," Houseguests would all be washed up Fayettevillites, such as Brandon Barber (wealthy real estate developer who was arrested twice last month), Clint Stoerner (former Razorback quarterback), everyone's favorite gorgeous loud, opinionated model/actress with size EEE breasts KC, former frat party dj DJ Derrick and Dixi (former writer who sold her soul to the big blue monster). Who will hook up with whom? Who will fight? Stay tuned to find out! "True Life: I work at Wal-Mart Home Office" This series follows Dixi through the course of her day. Watch her set up new items, keep suppliers at bay, kick tha shiznit out of her co-worker Fred (Ok so probably not), run Retail Link reports, play with basketballs, footballs, soccerballs, goals, and accessories and decide what will go into the stores. And there's quite the eye candy around the office! Will Dixi get promoted? Will she find the man of her dreams? Daily at 7:30 am. Anyways, choose your favorite and stay tuned. Current Mood: good Current Music: CMT

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October 22nd, 2006

03:35 pm - Love of a Lifetime I was driving back to my house this morning after having breakfast with Sidney at Rick's Iron Skillet, and I heard my Junior Prom theme song "Love of a Lifetime" by Firehouse. It brought me back to a much simpler time when Dixi only had to worry about what college she was going to, what kind of car she'd ask her parents for when she graduated, how she was going to balance FHA Parliamentary Procedure practice with all the football games and what her speech topic would be. This was pre-college, pre-outspoken Dixi, and pre-first love. Goodness! Teenage Dixi was 94 lbs of hopes, dreams and fire. She was passionate about everything. It's almost exhausting to think that I lectured my dad for 20 minutes on littering for sitting a McDonald's cup in a Wal-Mart parking lot or that I used to do 250 crunches a night, and could eat an entire pizza in one sitting and never gain a pound. It got me to thinking whether or not Teenage Dixi would like Grown-up Dixi. I wondered what would happen if they met for lunch. Here's how the conversation played out in my head. Dixi: Hi! It's really good to see you! Teenage Dixi (TD): Hi! You're paying, right, because I don't get my allowance until Friday(sets the CD Walkman on the table in front of her). Dixi: What's in your CD Player? TD: Stone Temple Pilots Dixi: I used to love them. The lead singer Scott Weiland has a new band now...They're called Velvet Revolver. Slash from Guns-N-Roses is in there, too. TD: No kiddin'! That's awesome! Have you seen them in concert? I'd die if I ever did because, well, you probably already know that Scott Weiland and I have a...sort of...a connection! Dixi: Yeah, I did already know that...and I still believe it, too. TD (smiling): Really? You don't think I'm stupid? Dixi: Some dreams you always hold onto...I guess that's one of them. And no, I don't think you're stupid. You're a dreamer, and you believe in things that I've forgotten about. TD: Have you been in love yet? Dixi: Yep...only once...He's not really the kind of guy you'd fall for at all, but I think you'd have fallen for him, too eventually. Do you remember your appeal to Dru Parrish? TD nods. Dixi: Same thing...He has these gorgeous brown eyes and the softest, prettiest lips you've ever seen. TD: Are you still with him? Gonna marry him? Dixi: No...we broke up almost two years ago. No real significant relationship since...I guess I haven't completely moved on...but almost. I still think about him sometimes because he's all I know about love. TD: Was he in love with you? Dixi: I thought he was at the time...I try to leave it at yes, just so I don't drive myself crazy over it. Grown-ups do that sometimes. They overanalyze everything and it sucks. Try not to do that, okay! TD: I thought you'd be married by now. Dixi: So did I...sometimes things don't work out that way. But I promise you'll learn something from every relationship...everything that doesn't work out the way you plan...you'll learn something. You know, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. TD: You don't want to be a writer? or a journalist, teacher or fashion merchandiser until your book takes off? Dixi: I still do want to write. I started school thinking that I wanted to be a teacher, and when I had to actually interact with the students today...Geez, TD, I dunno what to tell you...They've got a lot rougher than we had it. I had students who lost their virginity at age ten and are meth heads by 12! TD: What's meth? Dixi: It's this really gross, addictive drug that you'll never try...you'll think about it because it makes you skinny like Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie. You won't because it also rots out your teeth. TD: Who's Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie? Dixi: They're young Hollywood...like Claire Danes and Leonardo Dicaprio! OH! And you will LOVE Jared Leto when you get here! He's still hot like Jordan Catalano, but he's in a band now called 30 Seconds to Mars! TD: Your time sounds great! Jordan Catalano has a band! And you can drive! Dixi, I want to be you! And I love your sweater! Dixi: Don't rush it, Sweetie! You will be soon enough! Enjoy high school while you can. There may be nothing in that town, and you may even feel out of place, but just remember that you are way more than any of those people will ever be. You are genuine, sweet, and you've got tons of class. Remember everything Miss Bennie Sue and your grandma taught you, and you'll be fine. You will never have to pretend to be anything that you're not! TD: You're so awesome! I can't wait! I guess Teenage Dixi would like me. I am almost everything that she wanted to be. It's just taking a little longer than I'd originally thought! Current Mood: happy Current Music: Chicago- Look Away

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September 7th, 2006

06:14 pm When you’re a little girl, your head is filled with dreams of meeting your Prince Charming and castles that reach into the sky. You dream of grand balls where you’ll be twirled around the dance floor with such grace that the whole world must be watching. Love comes easy when you’re six. There are no worries about what was left unsaid or what comes next. Your whole world revolves around lacy pink dresses and patent leather Mary Janes and which hat you’ll wear to the Easter egg hunt. Your thoughts don’t drift past sundown. Life is a make-believe world where you can be young, beautiful and happy forever. Why would you ever want to leave or think about anything else? Fast forward 20 years later, and that’s where you’ll find me. Prince Charming has come and gone as fast as a hurricane, leaving my heart in his wake. My castle in the sky is a Lindsey apartment complex. I’ve got the grand ball, yet I twirl alone under the moon and stars on the patio of Buster Belly’s. Yes, this is the reality. Alone, and somehow, I am made to feel that this is my fault…that I should have a partner by now…that my fantasy is no longer valid…that I’ve failed in the game of becoming an adult. Society places the blame on us, the Cinderellas of the world whose Fairy Tales don’t exactly go as planned. No one ever says “Look at Jimmy… he’s 27…never been married…he’s good looking…something must be wrong with him.” Yet, I have family who consider me an old maid at 27...I’m past my prime…I must be a lesbian. Perhaps, it would be easier if I was. I mean, I understand women a little. But Prince Charming Jimmy is a stud…he’ll never be past his prime, at least not for another 20 or 30 years. That’s what I just don’t understand. Cinderella is past her prime if she isn’t married at around 22 or so. Why is it that society still thinks we go to school for our M.R.S.? Now, I’m not saying that I didn’t think that I wouldn’t meet Prince Charming at the University of Arkansas. I’d dreamed of meeting a young, Southern gentleman from a good old Southern family with a lot of class, a big heart and dreams as big as his trust fund. And I did meet a few fitting the description. One, in particular, put it best as he stated, “You’re so cute and sweet that I gotta love ya, Dixi, but you’re cute and sweet like my little sister.” Cursed with only being cute and not sexy! That’s the worst, well aside from being single and 27 and having the whole world think that there’s something wrong with you when in all actuality, it’s easier. I do want to wake up next to someone each morning…it’s not at all like I planned this. In my plan, I was supposed to be engaged right now and married next year! I’m closer right now to being crowned Miss Universe. And that’s okay for now. So my message to society (especially the Murfreesboro Society) is “Back off! I’ll do this my way! And I am not a lesbian and there’s nothing wrong with me.” Ha…Sure told them! Mmmmmwah! Current Mood: amused Current Music: AC/DC- Back in Black

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August 14th, 2006

08:24 pm - Why I Love the Gap...

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10:46 am - Venting Lately, several of my closest friends have decided to make it a point to let me know that I am no longer an important part of their lives. I hate this because it wasn't too long ago that I drove them around because they didn't have a car, or paid for dinner because they didn't have the money...and now this. And it isn't as if it isn't obvious that I'm being blown off. I am always made to feel like I'm the backup friend, and it feels like crap. "If I'm not busy with (insert name here), we can go to the movies..." "I'm sorry I can't go with you to Girls' Night at the AMP After I've already made plans with you because (insert name here) wants to hang out." If this wasn't someone who'd been with me through thick and thin for a long time, I'd just move on and forget about it. After all, I never lack for freindship. There's always good friends out there like Razorbacklane and Keri who are always there when I need them. Even when they get busy, stressed, etc., they still love me. I guess I'm just tired of being everyone's best friend only to get treated like crap in the end. I am tired of breaking my back and my bank account to help out people who aren't willing to even keep plans with me. It's not fair! Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: Creedence Clearwater Revival- Born on the Bayou

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August 1st, 2006

10:04 pm - Happiness is a little golden ball of sunshine known only as a hush puppy from Catfish Hole! Strange things this summer...Your Dixi is HAPPY! Without a man, without a Mercedes Benz, without a trip to Costa Rica with Matthew McConnaghey...who, by the way, showed his adorable self at my work the other day. Unfortunately, I had an appointment, so I was unable to partake in the Matthew, but I did get to see the back of his head, and BOY was it ever the HOTTEST back of someone's head in the whole world! This man is not just hot...he is smoldering! And rumor has it (straight out of the mouth of my replenishment manager who did get to partake in the Matty), also very humble and (GASP!) nice. I could only imagine. I LOVE my job! HA! Bet that's something you never thought you'd hear me say. It's interesting, fun and tiring. It has its days when I'm so stressed I want to pull my hair out, but I LOVE every minute of it. I'm very sad to say that I am getting a new buyer. Mine got a promotion and will be moving to a different department, but it's good for her and will ultimately be good for me to work with different buyers with different buying styles. I'm excited about every new possibility that has somehow found its way to me, and I can't wait to see what happens. My ex, Shaun, as most of you know him, has decided that he wants to be friends. I think I can even deal with that! What the FROGDOG! Have I gone sane for once in my life? Shaun and I have always had a strange connection that I've missed for the past year and a half...Now don't go thinking I'm going to let him back into the heart of Dixi because I can't do that right now. I've got to stay focused on me for the moment. Of course, maybe he doesn't want that at all. Maybe he just wants to be friends...I have no idea. So sorry that this reads somewhat like a gossip column, but I really just wanted to catch you up. Kiss, Kiss, my Kittens! Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: A Boy Named Sue- Johnny cash

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June 18th, 2006

04:09 pm - Happy Father's Day! Happy Father's Day to the man who makes me laugh when no one else can and who also taught me that I am a princess and no one less than a prince is worthy of me. I love you, Dad! Hope you have a great Father's Day!

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June 11th, 2006

04:30 pm - That's Hot... If this is exactly what I've wanted since I got out of school, then why can't I get up off my living room floor. I've been staring at the ceiling fan and the mark where I tried to kill a spider with a broom since I woke up this morning. All of my previous excitement has turned to fear as the hour closes in on me. I've spent the whole week doing absolutely nothing. Out at the pool by noon...dinner dates at seven...concerts in the park...drinks on the patio until two. I've just been Paris Hilton-ing Fayetteville for the past week. And now I feel about as capable of doing this job as Paris Hilton. Go figure! I finally get what I want, and I lose the ability to do it. Current Mood: scared Current Music: Motley Crue- Without You

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June 7th, 2006

08:53 pm - Yet one more reason to watch U. S. Soccer! Landon Donovan Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: So you think you can dance?

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04:49 pm - Who knew US Soccer could be so much fun? The rest of the world can salivate and obsess all they want over Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt. I've found something much better. Miu Von Furstenberg is profiling all of the hottest US Soccer players. This is the first! His name is Carlos Bocanegra. Let me know what you think.

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June 3rd, 2006

11:11 am - Dixi Goes Corporate! I am the newest Buyer's Assistant for the largest retailer in the world. There, I've said it. It's really shocking to me every time I say it. It really doesn't even sound like my voice when I say it. There's happiness, excitement and promise in my voice when I say that sentence. It's been my dream job ever since I found out that there was a job that would allow you to decide what to put in the store, so being a couple of steps away from it is like being in a dream world. It reminds me that, someday, I'll have my palace by the edge of the water. Someday, I'll find someone to share it with. Life isn't always beautiful, but it IS a beautiful mess! Current Mood: giddy Current Music: She don't know she's beautiful- Sammy Kershaw

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May 25th, 2006

09:10 pm - Without the Drama, Baby, I'm not me! First off, I'd like to thank KFC for creating what is possibly the best comfort food in the world. When old significant others call your roommate to hang out...when you feel superfat in your palazzo pants...when Target shoppers won't stop yelling at you...Grab a mashed potato Famous Bowl. The world will go away for the two minutes it will take to scarf the thing down. I promise. This morning, I was unstoppable. Of course, as you may have noticed with your Dixi, unstoppable is unacheivable and is the operative word here. I have a job...a job with a Fortune 500 company that will pay well and will keep me off the sidewalks of the mall, begging for your old Betsey Johnson dresses. I have orientation at said job on June 1st. By the end of this week I will have interviewed for three positions that will put me that much closer to my dream position of a Buyer for a large retailer (not necessarily Wal-Mart). That's the great news! Now for the not-so-great news! My roomie, as I furiously type, is hanging out with Jeff. Now, don't go hating on Keri. She's not dating him or anything. He just simply hangs out with the same crowd that she does. Why, you ask, does this irritate me so? Well, darn it, I have NO idea! I think it's partly the fact that I am non-existent to this man whom I still think about. AND partly the fact that I let someone get to me like this. After Shaun, I said NO MORE! Not until I've got the Diximotions in check. And trust me, after the hellacious first 5 months and 25 days of 2006 they are NOT in check. Almost, but not quite! I swear I am so shallow that my whole world only revolves around me. UGH! Here's your drama, my Dahlings! Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: Josh Turner-Long Black Train

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May 8th, 2006

03:02 pm - Walk Away Last night, I had a dream that I was dating Ashley Parker Angel (formerly of O-Town), and sadly, he was a much better date (even though he's married to someone who seems like a nice person and has to carry him a lot) than anyone I've been dating recently. The funny thing is that his wife was actually on the dates with us, and I still had a much better time with him than with Jeff or anyone else that has fallen onto my radar recently. Robathy (Razorbacklane) recently made the statement that I have a black cloud over my dating head and have been attracting the jerkiest men, and he's absolutely right. They flock to me like I am their mecca. Yes, the mecca for divorced, emotionally unavailable men with kids who lie and tend to cheat is Dixi. They come to pray at my altars and realize there is nothing left in their lives to do since they have traveled to the mecca, so they turn their backs on me. They leave me saddened and worried that I will forever be alone. But NO MORE! The next time an emotionally unavailable man comes to me, I will simply walk away. When he tells me he's not sure what he wants from me, I'll tell him to walk away. Saying it is the easy part. The hard part is actually doing that. I'm up for the challenge. I deserve someone who will make time in his busy schedule to see me, even if it means he has to come through my line at the local Target or wake up extra early to sit next to me while I'm applying my morning makeup and Crest Whitestrips. If a man wants to be with you, he WILL find a way. If he doesn't, he isn't worth it. Like the "He's just not that into you" episode of "Sex and the City," if he's really into you, he'll ask you out. Don't waste your time baking him cookies, delivering beer to him and his buddies during the big game, checking on him and making him chicken noodle soup when he's sick...Just get busy deep conditioning your hair, getting a pedicure, buy a new outfit, make your favorite dinner, pretend your kicking his butt when you turn on Billy's Ultimate Boot Camp. Being beautiful is the best revenge. I've lost 14 lbs in the past month working out and eating right. Not only is he going to die the next time he sees me, but I'm going to be healthier, prettier, feel better about myself and at this rate, I'll be able to fit into my favorite white linen dress before summer ends. I just can't wait to see the disappointment in his eyes when he realizes that I didn't curl up and die because he decided he wanted to date other people (Poor girl!). And that I won't care that he's with someone else at all. Current Mood: energetic Current Music: Rascal Flatts-God Bless the Broken Road

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April 24th, 2006

09:38 pm - Venting Anger I have had it...NO MORE Miss Nice Dixi! My heart can't take it anymore. I am so mad I could just spit. I am no one's punching bag. It hurts and I just don't have the energy to have him take his anger out on me anymore. I did nothing wrong. I will admit that I am a complicated girl. I have faults. I have insecurities. I need attention. But no more than anyone else. I can't have someone yelling at me for everything I do. Casual dating...this entails too much stress for that. We've far reached the stressfulness of a couple who's been married for five years with the husband screwing his secretary in the back of his Volkswagen Jetta on his lunchbreak, and the wife taking care of the kids and everything in the home and getting action only when she visits her gynecologist. I have had it with this mess of a relationship that was supposed to be nothing more than an occasional dinner and movie. No one should have that much power over me. No one should treat me like that! No one is going to anymore. Current Mood: Empowered Current Music: Brad Paisley

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April 20th, 2006

08:44 pm - It's hard out here FO a Pimp... To say that I've had a bad day or even a bad week would be an understatement of epic proportions. I began yesterday normal enough. Feeling energized by the reality that I was off work, I popped in the Billy's Boot Camp DVD that has been busting my butt all week since I got it on Monday. Afterwards, I thought a stint in the Tanning bed would relax my aching muscles. I ended up staying in a few minutes too long, and now I'm a lobster...a Rock Lobster. I had an appointment at 1pm at the County Health Clinic. On my way there, I was stopped by a fine upstanding police officer for running a red light (which I did NOT do...there were at least three cars who turned at that caution light. Fayetteville has far outgrown its small-town traffic routes, and if you do NOT turn on a caution arrow, you will get stuck on Joyce all day). $130 out of Poverty-level Dixi's pocket (Great idea for a doll in today's Bush-era America). I know, it's completely rock bottom to not be able to afford to go your gynecologist, but I am below poverty level at the moment. There are two things I must share with you about my Poverty level experience. Number one: Never carry a Prada bag to the unemployment office. It makes the unemployment counselors squirm and shows your arrogance. Style or no style...just stick with something simple that doesn't look like you're trying to show them that you don't belong there. Number Two: Never wear a skirt to the county health clinic. I spent two hours enduring a Latino man's (who was with his wife/girlfriend until her name was called) advances until my name was finally called. After being treated like a complete idiot by the lady behind the desk (She very loudly explained to me what a maiden name was...I know what a maiden name is...I'm not nor have I ever been married. That's why I left it blank.) that I would be there for at least another hour because they'd have to call and get my records, I left in a flash passing Latino-Man-Whispering-dirty-things-to-me-in-Spanish and met Rob ( Razorbacklane) for ice cream. He was the only bright spot in my day. I, then, went home and got more sunburned by planting flowers. I later got word that I am going to court on June 26th. That's a whole other story. To make it short, I helped a horrible girl get furniture, and she no longer pays for it. I, of course, wasn't notified of this until the interest rate had shot through the roof, and I couldn't pay for it. Especially now, since I am Poverty level Dixi. And today, my electricity got shut off (back on now after an inflated payment to Ozarks Electric). NO Jeff for the past week. He's been practically non-existent for the past few weeks. I miss him. He could help me with the Aloe right now. All's I got to say,Kittens, is "It's hard out here fo' a pimp...When he tryin to get the money fo' the rent...With the Cadillac and gas money spent...there'd be a whole lotta bitches jumpin ship." The stars told me yesterday that I have an opportunity to begin anew...that I should decide what baggage to hold onto and what to let go of. I'm letting go of this worry...this pain...this pride. Poverty level Dixi is ready to become Princess Dixi once again. Current Mood: mellow Current Music: Better Than Ezra- Beautiful Mistake

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April 2nd, 2006

11:24 pm I was great once. I was everything that I thought I should be. My dad (and Tim Curry) promised me when I was little that if I could dream it, I could be it. And I think I've gotten FABULOUS at dreaming...It's the being part that scares me half to death. I've searched for inspiration at every possible avenue and come to find that you can't search for it; much like love, it's dropped into your lap at the worst possible time. For once in my life, I am at a loss for everything. I have no idea how to put down in words the fear that overcomes me each time I sit down and stare at the blank page waiting for something to come, the overwhelming feeling of emptiness everytime I see Jeff, or the frightening (yet somewhat exciting) realization that I can no longer pay my rent. These are my stumbling blocks and if I'm not careful they will become my Waterloo. In just a few days, my entire life was changed. While I haven't figured out just why yet, I do know this is for the better. I do know that I am working my rear end off in the rival retailer of my former employer for some reason that is unbeknownst to me currently. I make less than half of what I made at my previous position, but for some strange reason, I am enjoying it. Now don't get me wrong, some days I want to be that yuppie with the Starbucks Chai Latte, clocking into the big blue monster and happily quoting and carrying out Mr. Sam's ideals. But I can laugh loudly when one of those yuppies comes in, glancing me over a few times and feeling desperately sorry that I am working as a cashier...and they always do. The majority of my classmates have stuck around here. NWA is one of the fastest growing areas in the country. I see old classmates and professors quite a bit. I do know that this is temporary and that right now I am not realizing my potential, but I can't dwell on it. I have get up, put on my red and khaki, forget that I have a $40,000 education, smile excessively and try to make ends meet. Finally...something to write about. I have an uncontrollable urge to cry everytime I'm in the presence of my significant other. I like him. I do. Most of the time, he's funny, caring and just plain fun. But when he isn't... I end up hearing about everything that I've done wrong since he's met me, how I'm inadequate, and how I'm not the Princess that my Dad once told that if I could dream it, I could be it. I know that I am not perfect by any means of the word, but I know that I am not as horrible as he makes me feel. I know that I am spoiled and sometimes a little selfish, but I cannot "smother" someone I've seen twice in the last two weeks. I don't want to be someone else's burden. You could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt Current Mood: scared Current Music: Redneck Woman-Gretchen Wilson

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March 16th, 2006

10:16 pm - In the South, we don't ask if you have crazy people in your family. We just ask which side. Hello My Kittens! Tonight I've had my first fight with my new significant other...I always hate these because afterwards I never know whether or not I still have a significant other. There's that 12 hour waiting period until you've both calmed down enough to talk about things like humans. Although I'm really unsure of what this one's about. Apparently, I demand too much time. OH! and I'm emotional. Let me tell you a little secret. I do demand a lot of time, and I am emotional. It is unbelievably hard to be Mr. Dixi. Mr. Dixi has to have a lot of time to spend as I could care less about the money. Although it has been nice having him pay for everything. Above all else, he was raised a Southern gentleman (although he wasn't acting much like one when I was speaking to him earlier). Being raised down here, he should understand that Southern women require a lot of time...and are emotional. I would expect this kind of whining from a transplant, and I'd overlook it because, bless his heart, he has no idea what he's dealing with. But Jeff has NO excuse, he's from Crowley, LA. What I've learned from this first little tiff is that I am a total and complete pushover. I'll freaking apologize for anything...and I did. One thing that I must learn is that everything is NOT my fault. I should not have to apologize for who I am. Whether this will teach me anything or not is a different story. It remains to be seen whether or not I still have a significant other, for he wasn't too happy with me after my apology. He simply yelled in his slurred, intoxicated way that he'd call me and we'd talk about it tomorrow. Sadly, I don't even know what we're fighting for. Current Mood: feeling like a burden Current Music: Cross Canadian Ragweed-Fightin

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February 19th, 2006

08:27 pm - Winter Storm 2006 SNOW! I dunno why, but I'm beginning to think this Winter Storm isn't nearly as bad as the one brewing inside of your Dixi. How dare anyone think that they can come in and set up residence right in the heart of Dixi? I'm so not ready for this. I don't need anyone to tell me that I'm pretty, keep me warm when it's cold out, and kiss me goodnight. I'm perfectly fine without anyone to do those things. He's not a Kevin Federline, but definitely not a Justin Timberlake either. More like a Joey Fatone. I'll be the first to tell you, my Kittens, I'm not sure if it's the cabin fever, the recent full moon or if I'm just going nuts, but strange things are afoot in Dixi-land. Kiss, Kiss Current Mood: Freezing in 19 degree weather Current Music: Roxette-Listen to your heart

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February 8th, 2006

11:00 am - Unemployment Woes I'm not really so much worried about money because I actually planned all that out, and I'm fine at least for another couple of months. I'm worried about getting a job. I haven't even got a callback from places I put in applications like Pier 1, Home Depot, Hastings. I went to a place yesterday where beaded necklaces are made because they had a part time position open. Here's how my conversation went: Dixi: I'm here about the part time position. Lady-in-store (further referred to as LIS): Do you have any prior beading experience? Dixi: Very limited...I used to make beaded necklaces when I was in junior high. I'm a quick learner. LIS: Well, we are looking for someone with beading experience, so if that's not you, then you're probably not right for this position. Pretty Woman moment! I guess it takes a Master's Degree for beading necklaces these days...an engineering degree for Home Depot...I feel so useless. I have a $40,000 education and a dream that is worth nothing to the real world. I'm starting to doubt my hasty departure from the discount giant that sucked out my artistic soul. Who needs a dream anyways, right? Selling out isn't so bad when you don't have one. What if I get stuck working at the ghetto EZ Mart where all the drug deals go down? And I have to become part of the ghetto midget's entourage and live over on Easy Street (off Poplar and Leverett) where I'll get pimped by the ghetto midget like on Hustle & Flow . I'm doomed to live a life of prostitution, cherry Icees (that's the only good thing), and hot dogs that have been cooked too long. Oh, my kittens, I'm so bummed! Current Mood: worried Current Music: Bon Jovi- Blaze of Glory

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January 30th, 2006

05:29 pm When I was in elementary school, I noticed very early on that some girls just have it and some don't. There were girls in my class, actually girls in every class, who had this it factor...this unmistakable quality that rendered boys speechless, sent them running to open doors, carry their lunchtrays and give them their ID bracelets. Not only did it work on the boys, but other girls as well. It was an honor to sit next Lori, Catherine or Cheryl in the lunchroom, to be asked to walk around the sidewalk that stretched along the perimeter of the playground, or even to tie one of their shoelaces. Yes, once upon a time, your favorite belle once tied the shoelaces of these playground socialites just so that I'd be invited to reign over the playground with them. Bless my little fifth grade heart, I was not blessed with grace or prowess. I was a rather awkward middle schooler with long legs and knobby knees and wanted so badly to be part of their crowd that I'd have done anything to be popular. I, as the sweet, shy budding flower of the south that I was back then, was always sent to break up with their boyfriends, give bad news to girls they didn't like, and yep, you guessed it...tie their shoes. Let me tell you, it doesn't end after high school, girls like that everywhere. In college there were gorgeous sorority girls that every guy on campus wanted to date. Every hair was always in place, and even in sweats, they looked so glamorous. Even in the corporate world, these women woke up every morning, did their hair, put on make-up and came to work ready for the cover of Vogue. I've found a website for all these women to go. It's called http://www.beautifulpeople.net. I know what you're thinking! What exactly is BeautifulPeople.net? Well, this is the explanation on the site: BeautifulPeople.net is an online community with the purpose of creating personal and professional relationships between people who stand out from the majority because of their attractive appearance and personal qualities. BeautifulPeople.net is an elite members club which introduces beautiful people to other truly beautiful people. It is a meeting place where attractive people can mingle and create personal or professional related acquaintances regardless of age, gender, job and social status. You will notice that all the members in BeautifulPeople.net are exactly that: beautiful. Some mornings, my hair was lucky if a brush was run through it. In sweats, I look like a girl in sweats...with a hangover, without makeup, a little ill, usually. My mom gave me two beauty tips that I've stuck to all these years: Always Moisturize and Wear mascara. I don't know what it is, but if I forget to do either one of these things, I look like a pasty rat, so I'm not exactly sure beautifulpeople.net is exactly the right place for me. I think it's mainly for those who always wake up with perfect breath like they've been dreaming of Dentyne Ice, never have bad hair days, and never have to worry about what they eat because their bodies burn up all their carbs and fat and magically turn it into muscle. So you won't find your favorite Dixie Pixie there, but I can tell you where you will find her. You may find her wondering around Bed, Bath and Beyond looking for sheets with a higher threadcount, staring at the Coach purses in Dillard's, getting a mani/pedi at NuNails, having a dirty martini on Dickson, or hanging out down in the BORO with the family (the climate suits me much better down there). Good luck, my kittens, if you decide to apply. Dixi did not, however. I don't think my self-esteem would handle the beating it would surely get by beautiful people.net. Kiss, kiss. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Cinderella-Don't know what you got till it's gone

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