Radio Show Time AND The Family’s In Town, So….

I have attempted a time or two to sit and write, but I come from a family of no boundaries, that has invaded my little one bedroom. I love them, but they love to use their cell phones as they sit in the same room while I write and talk as loud as they can. 🙂

(I say this with love – I have also been so freaking busy working on my documentary and looking for work it has hardly left time for sleep!)

Once I find a place to quietly sit and get my thoughts out to share, I will be able to add my posts. I’m sure many people can relate with me, as we all have people in our lives we love and are so happy to spend time with but we also have our routines shaken slightly and it really makes us skip a beat two. It’s my own fault, as I was trying to find time last week to write a few blogs out and then post them as they were here visiting, and I pulled my own version of “Epic Fail”. Lesson learned: Prepare BETTER, Anne!!!

There will also be a link soon to my new radio show,“One Night Stand”, that I am lucky enough to get to do with the fabulous Marcia Miller!!  We are taping it tonight for the first time!! I’m excited to share this with all of you as we begin this newest journey…Wow. Crazy, man…Crazy!!

Have a great St. Patrick’s Day – Don’t puke green tomorrow!!

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The Art Of A Good Flirty Moment or My Quest To Get Over It!

I tried the flirting thing today – It’s something I REALLY seem to suck at doing so I’m making it  a goal to be a little more open and a lot less controlling of situations (For those that know me, QUIT laughing!!).

Seriously, apparently I am not the best when it comes to truly flirting. Really. I would consider myself a flirt, because when I have nothing to lose it’s just easier. If I think I am remotely interested in someone, well – That’s a whole other ballgame now isn’t it?

Well, in my defense, it feels strange for me to even flirt with anyone. I don’t know why…It just does. Probably because I used to just sleep with people instead of flirting, that’s what I figure. But whatever…A girl’s gotta learn sometime.

I was at the grocery store here moseying around the cheese section looking for some good stuff to bring with me to “girl’s night”, and had that feeling that someone was looking at me. I looked to the left and there was this boy (I call them all boys, but he was a man. At least I feel like he was over the age of 18…) Anyway, age aside, he was a cutie AND he was smiling at moi!

After the initial first wave of “Nice! Hot boy checking me out” I immediately felt the urge to freak out inside with thoughts like, “He’s looking at me and this is not my best angle” Or “Was I just busted talking out lout to myself at the cheese section?” (I’ve caught myself twice this week speaking out loud to the TV. Embarrassing.).

No, I told myself firmly. This is the year to flippin’ flirt back. I would not be thinking this if the last few people I dated hadn’t had told me that I was a “hard read” and gave them a different impression with my version of “flirting”. I guess I come across too “eh” about things and just don’t mean to. Or never really knew I did.

I closed my eyes, took a quick breath and met his gaze. I smiled back. I even held the gaze a moment more than was comfortable for me – Which is a big deal in Anne world! Then he looked away and did the coy look back – It made me giggle and I gathered my cheese and strutted to the line to pay for my food and go. And that was that!

It’s not like I’m building a rocket ship or daring to change our political climate…I’m talking about doing something for me to shake things up a little.  So I’m off to pick up my Chinese take out from across the street and practice flirting a little more. In fact, I’m starting to find it fun.  What once scared me and sent me in to “I don’t see you looking at me mode” is now beckoning to me, calling out to me, saying, “come look and flirt, too”…

Hey, I was told to find a hobby !

PS – Follow me on twitter! @Anniekemp

My Love Affair With Charitable Giving (or why do the homeless hate me?)

I like to think I’m a charitable gal. In fact, I know that I am. I’m involved with lots of causes like Lupus LA, Red Cross and SPCA to name a few. I’ve also dated a few charity cases BUT, the point of this is the fact that I can’t catch a break when it comes to giving to someone that’s homeless or in “need”.

Yesterday while having coffee with a friend, a guy hit me up for some money by asking, “Can you please spare some change, I need to take the bus home”. My friend and I both said no – because we honestly didn’t have any change floating around our pockets at the time. Well, that wasn’t enough, and the guy approached our table again. I looked at him and spoke the truth, hoping he would see my side of the story. I said,” I’m on unemployment myself.”

His reply as he walked away, “Why are you sitting here when you could go out and get one?” I think there was also a “bitch” thrown in there, but not sure, because I was too busy trying to not laugh my ass off and look like a rude bitch by doing so.

This seems to happen to me a lot. I go to someone on the street to “give” and they throw it back at me. Oh yes, there’s more…

Another time, I was walking in West Hollywood – with the same friend funny enough – and had just had dinner. I had the server at our favorite Mexican place pack up my leftovers, like a good disciple of Weight Watchers, and we went on our way down the boulevard.

There was a homeless begging for change on the corner, and as we walked past I told him “Sorry, I don’t have any money, but hey…I do have my leftovers. Would you like them?” Now, I’ve heard form a lot of people that it is best to offer to buy someone that is panhandling food or to go get him or her something instead of handing over cash. Ok, I get it. Here is where I give this theory a test run.

The sweet man looked at me and smiled and accepted my offering happily, until he opened the Styrofoam take-out container. As the lid fell back, he rolled his eyes, scowled and shoved the food back at me in a grand gesture. “I don’t eat shrimp”, he said with mild disgust.

Side note: Not to be an a- hole, but I don’t like rye bread, corned beef, Swiss cheese OR 1000 Island dressing. Yet one St. Patrick’s Day when I was waiting tables at an Irish pub (Shout out to Donnelly’s in days of yore in Frederick, MD.!!), I found myself eating one because I was so flipping hungry and could not stop working long enough to eat something I could order myself.

I will continue to give – Obviously! – Even though it seems that the universe conspires against me in this arena. Oh well. It just makes me laugh.

Inside Or Out?

I’ve been trying to get my energy up the last few days to write! Man, it’s gorgeous out and life is grand, but my attention is drawn to so many other things right now – Like my damn to-do list that needs attention, the job search, time with friends and not to mention time my TiVo!

I have to say that I, for one, am kinda glad the Olympics is over. It’s not that I’m a bad American, I just like to check out at night by watching my “stories” as they called ‘em in the old days. I want to turn on “Gossip Girl” or “Ugly Betty” and mentally take a time out.  I honestly need to have that time at night when I can immerse myself in some “NCIS” or  “The Mentalist”. It’s just my thing.

I learned at young age that it is truly better to go out side and play than it is to stay stuck indoors with the television. Of course, the one memory I have of playing outside that makes me cringe to this day is when I was playing in my sand box and kept finding sticky dark treats that I made “mudpies” out of. Turned out, our outdoor cats were using my sandbox as their “litterbox”…See where I’m going with this? Indoors became safer.

Inside there were Barbie’s, cookies, Atari and Star Wars figures. I also had casettes that I liked to listen to, because I taped (audio cassettes, mind you) shows like “The Dukes of Hazzard” so I could re-listen to it while I played with my matchbox cars. (Look, I lived in the country. I had to amuse myself.). Somedays, my Dad would surprise me and bring me home the newest “Archie” or “Betty and Veronica” comic books….Oh man, those days? They were the best!

So, I’m going to lay here and curl up to watch some television or maybe venture out to rent a movie. Either way, it’s fun indoors with the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Pass me a Girl Scout Cookie and hand me my old comic. I’m in for the day.