I was a cellist for 10 years, and technically I still am. But adulthood saw fit to give me babies, a divorce, college to go back and do, survival to focus on...you know, 'stuff', and I set the instrument aside. Now I have a beautiful new instrument and a lot of relearning to do.
Movies
Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, Monty Python's Holy Grail, Grease, Forest Gump, Star Wars, Star Trek, Star anything and everything. Give me stars, spaceships, lasers, alien love, and chihuahua-eared characters full of wisdom. Or just Robin Williams. I'll watch anything he's in. I might have a teensy crush on him. Yes I know he's hairy and I'm weird. I've been told.
Please, do not invite me to see an ACTION film, otherwise known as the testosterone-flick. It is the man version of the chick-flick. The plot will suck. The acting will be suckier. I will roll my eyes at you, and your strange need to emulate Jean-Claude VanDamme. Just admit it. Action films suck.
Try again. Ask me to a different movie. Are there any movies with planets or stars in their theme? How about Robin Williams? Is he in it? No? None? Okay, fine... I'll go, but I will mock the predictable action movie plot and talk the entire time. You have been warned.
Television
Survivor.
Everything on the National Geographic Channel.
L-Word
Weeds
Battlestar Gallactica (new and old)
I don't watch Dancing with the stars, Top Model, Rock of Love (and all those other skank-competitions) or American Idol. I draw the line. Seriously people, what are you doing watching that mind-numbing shit? I bet you watch ACTION movies too. *rolls eyes*
Books
Into Thin Air, The Bad Girl's Guide to the Open Road, One Day My Soul Just Opened Up. Okay.. I finally finished all 900 pages of I Know This Much is True by Wally Lamb... and okay fine fine.. I admit it. It was a good read, but gaahh those first 300 pages were so slow. Then the ending! Double Gahhh! All of a sudden everything is fixed in 30 pages. Really? All that build up for the zip-zap-done ending of happily ever after? A good read yes.. but whatever, I don't recommend it unless you like 900 page books.
Heroes
Lynn Lawrence. 75 yrs old, still running, still breaking records. Don't feel like running today? Well look, Lynn just ran by the house... now how do you feel? Yea.. get out there and shut up.
Rachel 's Details
Status:
In a Relationship
Here for:
Friends
Hometown:
Portland-ish, Washington side
Body type:
5' 1" / Athletic
Religion:
Christian - other
Zodiac Sign:
Aries
Smoke / Drink:
No / Yes
Children:
Proud parent
Occupation:
Aerobics Instructor/Personal Trainer
Rachel is hangin' with friends and fam in the 'Couv. Posted at 8:36 PM Nov 24 view more
I wear my heart on my blog.
I aim to live like there's no tomorrow.
I am working on my ballet slipper approaches.
My tiara is broken.
If you are privy to the meaning of my inside jokes, you know my soul pants.
You wear my love pants, and I wear yours.
My optimism isn't a constant, even though it appears so....
But!!... I've decided to bring it back to annoy the masses a little while longer. Yay me! Yay awesomeness! Yay life!
I wasn't born with the shy gene.
My laughter is loud.
My tears are hidden and happening less often. I'm not sure if less tears is a good thing.
My sense of humor is my constant savior.
I am not going to drown.
People keep telling me I think too much. They're wrong. Wait no.. they're right. Working on that.
I have dreams of dying. The last one a few nights ago. Off a cliff backwards, into water, in a karman ghia. Unable to get the window down or the door open.
I lost my favorite watch at an Oregon hot springs 14 years ago. It still bothers me. I loved that watch.
What? Was it a nude hot springs? Of course it was. Now let's go back to talking about my lost watch...
I'm Wonder Woman, She-rah, and the Pink Power Ranger. No really, I am.
I've harnessed my powers and I'm using them for good.
I'm friendly. I love you all. The entire planet of yous.
But...
I'm not one of those touchy people.
You know the ones that hug everyone, give impromptu public massages, and start petting your hair without asking?
Humboldt County is full of them. They're lovely.
Yea.. but I'm not one of those.
Please greet me with your eyes and smiles, not with your hands, arms, lips, chests, etc etc. Those are yours, my body is mine.
I might be a teensy bit nervous about germs.
Sunsets on the ocean are so far, my favorite thing in the entire world.
A little different glow, some clouds painted by the sun, and there every night just waiting for me to notice.
I exercise a lot. It fixes unfixable things.
I plant stuff. Some of it lives, some of it dies.
Some of it grows too well and I chop it down.
Yes, that is some strange metaphor describing my entire life. I am an excellent chopper.. yea.. excellent chopper.
My dog is barking at the front door demanding I let him in.
It bugs me when he does that, but I always let him in.
I'm a terrible gambler.
Playing again and again until you win, doesn't work.
The more you play, the more the house wins.
It's a trap.
I don't like to lose.
If you gamble you have to somehow accept losing. Forget that. I don't lose.
I'm training for a marathon.
It's in October.
I'm going to kick my own previous time's ass.
Meat is good.
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The short list:
Just a girl growin' up inside. Let's not get too deep...what I am is what I am... chuck me in the shallow waters, before I get too deep.
Child of chronically late parents. Trying hard to reverse the genetic code.
Step Aerobics instructor. Novice jogger. Finisher of marathons.
Adrenaline junkie. Who's the DJ this weekend? Call me, let's' dance til dawn.
Who I'd like to meet: Princess Pants of the Pants People's Republic of Pants-less-ness and Prancing. Ahem, please.
Teh HAND.
Teh HAND is a daredevil. There are very few places it has never gone. Teh HAND is silent. It only makes sounds...suction sounds. It is a puppet, a stimulating puppet of cupped-ness. Teh HAND is deep, very deep. It is an explorer. Teh HAND loves to love you baby. Teh HAND is starting to freak Shannon out a little? Teh HAND is patient. It will wait for you to trust it. Teh HAND is an inside joke... and neither Shannon or I will explain it's meaning to you. But we will laugh, and mention it often.
I'm good Rachel! I've just been really busy working with the kids. I have an hour a day workout in sword fighting or hapkido and along with work my days start at 9:30 and finish around 11pm. So I'm pretty beat these days... but trying to have fun... I love watching all of your facebook posts... much better way to keep up with someone than myspace:) I'm glad you liked the video.
So....whatever happened with your cute little hair clips? Are you hogging them all??? Could I buy just ONE for a party in two weeks???? P L E A S E??????? Pretty please?
