Tuesday, December 18, 2007
This is me, back and going on.
(Lola, darling, I am so sorry that I didn't get to see you this time. I wish you much success with this semester of school. It always seems to suck hardest before it gets better.)
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Simply, Tarzan's brother and wife were in really bad car accident last night. QC (the brother) is okay. He was thrown from the car and landed in the gravel on the shoulder of the road. He's got 20 stitches in his head and lots of scrapes and bruises and he'll probably ache for days, but he's okay. MQ is not. Massive internal injuries, surgery for hours last night, did not regain consciousness...She died this morning. They have a two year old son, Teaq.
We are, of course, flying out to be with Tarzan's and MQ's families, most of whom live near there. Rocketgirl is coming from the Deep South. M's siblings are coming from where they come from. I've had emails and calls from Tarzan's other siblings and cousins and family. We're asking each other how we are, but I don't think anyone knows. It's so weird really. I don't know how to feel. Stunned for sure. Sad? Of course. I haven't cried yet, though I expect to do some of that before the week's out. I've never known anyone who died before. Well, that's not entirely true. My mother's parents and my father's mother have all passed away in my lifetime. (My dad's father died before I was born.) I wasn't able to go to their funerals though. But grandparents are expected to die. They're old and have lived a long time. This is the first time someone of my generation has died. My first funeral. What should I say? What can one who is family-but-not-quite do? There are people taking care of Teaq, and QC, looking after the cleaning, the phone calls, the funeral arrangements, the meals. I'm at loose ends. I'm trying to do some work here before we go but it's so weird to be normal-like knowing that people I know and love are enduring hard things. I can't imagine what going on without Tarzan would be like. And going on with kids...I don't know what to do other than pray. Tarzan's being stalwart. As the oldest child that's his character. I think it will be hard for him soon though. He was so happy when QC and MQ got married. If two people were ever made for each other they were. I'm so thankful for our faith and the understanding that marriages and relationships go on beyond this life. But the being separated certainly sucks in the meantime. So, that's my plan, such as it is. Be there for Tarzan. That and pray. Hard and often. Pray for QC and for Teaq. For MQ's parents. For her siblings. For QC's parents. For Tarzan and Rocketgirl and PFiddle.
This is me, numb and unsure.
Monday, December 10, 2007
The week after that will be when I get to family shopping. It had better be or all people are getting from me this year will be a smile. And at some point I have to mail the stuff to England for my sister, brother-in-law and nephew over there...Ohh! Secret Santa presents too. There will be rehearsals next week too and then it's the 23rd and the program and then it's Christmas. Too soon! Too soon!
This is me, busy, busy as a bee.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Onesome: Chocolate-- The joy of the Christmas season? Boxes of See's and Godiva and other "Food Pron" showing up at the office? How do you feel about chocolate at the holidays? Yeah, really!
- Well, I loves me some chocolate - no question there. It's so velvety and smooth. I am most definitely a soft center kind of girl. No nuts in the chocolate for me. And the boxes do show up at the office. Strange, how this will be the last Christmas I'll be in an office and have these tres expensive looking packages arrive laden with food and drink that is so NOT good for you that you have to diet for a month after just LOOKING at it...So yeah, the chocolate is good. But is it the joy of the season? No.
- Well, other than the obvious, like pine trees and wreaths and candy canes...I like the variety in baking supplies that come out this time of year. The gingerbread. And the ornaments. And the cards. And the lights. It's cliche I know, but really, I like everything Christmas related and most of it only comes out at this time of year.
- See last week's meme about smelly stuff at home. Plus there's the baking and the tree and wreath that give our house it's scents during the Christmas season. So no, we don't add candles or nothin' to spice up the air at home or work. But the tarts look really cute. There's a whole series of candles that look like candy/edible items. Hopefully no one eats them by mistake. Tarzan's mother has a bowl of glass candy on her living room table and it freaks a lot of people out when they reach for a treat.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
This is me, considering how a fur rug would look on my wall...
Monday, December 03, 2007
Turns out I don't know when to leave it alone. Why do I have to push and "make" someone see my point. I have a deep seated inferiority complex somewhere that makes me need to be right in all situations. I have a compulsion to "be right." Tarzan and I have had numerous fights because of my inability to let go. I blame my teddy bear doctor...And I have NO levitation capabilities. Can NOT make a joke of ANY thing. It's true. Just ask.
In this case I may have talked myself out of my Christmas vacation. Not really, because if the boss gets too dictatorial about it I will just quit early, but I shouldn't create the situation so that he CAN be all kinds of mean about it. It started all in good fun - people asking for time off after last week's crazy overtime hours. The Barracuda got out the time sheets and began reading off the amount of comp time we all have. I mentioned I would use up a bunch of it between Christmas and New Year's, and the boss temporized it with "as long as we don't need you here." I made the statement that since the building department is closed and the contractors don't work there wouldn't be anything to do anyway. He said of course they're open and it escalated from there. Nothing earth shattering - no yelling, no silent treatment - just a feeling of unease. It's not like he's going to lay down the law and make me come in that week. I should know by now that he makes a big stink about anyone taking time off and then lets us go and doesn't call hardly at all. After three years, I should KNOW that. But does that stop me? No. I disagree and it gets icky and I will now feel guilty about it all week.
This is me, really thankful for Tarzan who loves me anyway despite my argumentative tendencies.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Well apparently the universe did not like my marshmallow joke from yesterday because we awoke this morning to the rain pouring down, and it's kept up pretty much all day. Now don't get me wrong, I love the rain, and we desperately need it. It's been months, almost years since we've had any decent rain in The Jungle proper. All the radio and TV stations are gearing up to do the be water wise commercials again. The cactus in my front yard gives me pitiful looks when I fetch the paper in the mornings, like "I'm drought tolerant, not allergic to water - pass the hose please"
So I'm loving that it's all wet and squishy out. Love also that my car is all shiny silver again and not that grey-ish/brown-ish/nondescript color it gets to be when I don't wash it for 6 months. Eh. If I don't have time to clean my house am I really going to make time to wash my car? Not so much. The point being I love the rain, but did it have to come right on the heels of my saying it isn't raining? Like the sky reads my blog and rained just to spite me...That would be cool, if the sky read my blog. Do you think the sky gets DSL? Maybe it uses wireless. But I digress. So after being slighted by the heavens...it is the rainy season here finally and I like it.
And one more random thought to send you home with today - yeah, I get to go home tonight. At a relative normal time. It's been a loooooong week, lemme tell ya. But it's going to the printer's tonight and then I am done. Not thinking all weekend. That's not the random thought. This is: have you ever noticed how the last five minutes of sleep seem to do more than the previous 6 hours and 55 minutes? I was shocked awake at 6am this morning by one cat chasing another cat across my midsection and I was so groggy I barely could lock the door after I threw them out into the rain. (Stupid animals. They have the entire rest of the house. Do. Not. Jump on me when I am sleeping. Really, I am not kidding.) So I went back to bed for the remaining 45 minutes and when I got up again I was amazingly refreshed. Like, better than I have felt for days kind of refreshed. It was excellent. Would that I could do it multiple nights in a row. Ahh...if wishes were Ferraris...:-)
This is me, after posting every day for a month, aren't you bored of this drivel yet?!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
- We're not big on smelly stuff around the house. With three people and six cats in a 750 sq.ft. space we have all the smells we need. We like it to smell clean and fresh. Chlorine is the smell I associate with clean but sticking your head in a bottle of bleach will give you a headache after a while. So we open the windows after cleaning. Tarzan and I have a few candles we pull out for special occasions but nothing fancy.
- Well. We live in the US but it sure ain't raining on us! The Jungle is on fire actually. Less so than last month but I still have the urge to roast marshmallows...Sunny, nearly every day and as long as you don't live in the hills, it's just like March.
- I use the lotions all year. I find I have dry skin on my hands and with the washing to make sure I don't get sick from all the people in the office it necessitates some lotion consumption. I like Vaseline Intensive care. It is thick but not greasy and it works right away. It's good stuff. With the dry air I have to pull out the Carmex too, for the lips. Keeps 'em smoochably moist!
This is me, with the weekly meme. Loving The Back Porch peeps!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
It was nice to see the other contestants back. Tony and Jane with the both-feet-2-feet-off-the-floor-at-least-so-there Carrie Ann waltz was nice. I was astonished again at why Albert went home so early. The man could dance - and he was hot! And as I think we have figured out already, women do the voting, not men. Is a puzzlement.
The best part of the night - flat out, funniest, most entertaining part - was when, after Cameron's dance, he did as he promised if he made it to the finals, and took off his shirt and flung it at Sam, who was so excited she didn't say anything, Tom made a joke and Bruno and Drew, who was sitting in for Len for a second, both got up and Bruno took off his jacket and Drew started undoing his belt! Maybe you had to be there, but it was REALLY funny.
This is me with my Monday and Tuesday nights free again.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I really should go see the doctor and have it massaged, acupunctured, put in a cast or cut off - whichever is going to require the least effort. Plans for world domination? SO behind schedule people!!
One of my friends says we should call it Jane's Thumb. And there will be research grants and charity drives and all sorts of things to help others with the same disability. He's cute.
What it really means is that I should stop working and really let it rest...oh wait, I am! In about a month +/-. Sweet!
This is me, hurting thumb and all.
Monday, November 26, 2007
I heard a new song on the radio the other morning – this guy writing a letter to his 17-year old self and it made me think, what I would write to my 17-year old self? I don't think I would CHANGE anything majorly if I could go back. I had what was a fairly tame teenager-hood. No tattoos, piercings, weird haircuts or dye jobs to regret. Hmm, it seems I WAS a goody-two-shoes like they said. I guess I was pretty naive then. Not that I’m not now, but I REALLY was then. What would I say to myself?
- Don’t rush the first kiss – it’ll be better if you don’t
- Don’t bug RS quite so much. Guys like to do the pursuing
- Make dad tell you why something is right or wrong, don't just accept it because he said it
- Study harder, especially physics and chemistry
- Do what you want, not what’s cool (gah, I sound like a PBS special)
- Take the chances/opportunities that are offered you
- Work on more stage productions
- Consider what your major in college SHOULD be
- Essentially, get to know yourself first, then worry about who else you’re getting to know
How about you? Anything you would tell your 17-year old self?
This is me, reflecting.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
This is me, wondering, is it over yet?
Saturday, November 24, 2007
My lovely mother cooking while the rest of us "help":
The food was excellent and being the genius I am I did not take a picture of the groaning table or the aftermath, OR the beautiful pies. We did talk some, the boys were in the middle of Might & Magic 7:
We played a board game:
In which my second brother accused our father of cheating:
And I guess the game got us all worked up because then the hilarity ensued. There was some mugging for the camera:
And some rolling on the floor - sorry about the blinds, mother:
Some acrobatics I don't even remember what were all about:
A pile-up on our mother:
And the long-suffering Tarzan, highly bemused by us all:
This is me, spending time at home.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Onesome: Over-- and under. Above and below. Up and down. How's about at least a pair (three would be ideal) of matching phrases?
- In and Out (also a good place to eat)
- To and Fro
- This and That
- Hot and Cold - are we just talking opposites here or is there more to this question?
- There is no way I would venture out to shop on today of all days. First, it's a madhouse. Why? I don't know. All the stores did was mark stuff up last week so they could offer a "reduced" price for today. And it is SO not relaxing to fight people for items neither or us want merely because it's "on sale." We stayed home. Watched some football. It was good. Might make that another family tradition.
- How to stack and store all the different sizes of plastic containers. If they are all the same brand then sure they stack together. But some are from Tupperware and some are Glad and some are from my mom and some were given to me...They take up A LOT of room for what they are.
This is me, in the middle of a really nice long weekend. Not even thinking about work next week. Not. At. All.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
- Tarzan. He's a good man and he's good to me. I won't nauseate you too much but I am very thankful for him and all he does to provide for us. He is the reason I can quit in January and become the mother of his children.
- My health. Despite all the whining and wishing I do I am healthy. And I definitely could not be. In reading a lot of the blogs I have become increasingly aware of all the issues I COULD have so I am thankful I don't.
- Our house. It's small and it needs a lot of maintenance and I whine about how I want a bigger one (do you sense that I whine a lot? Hmm, maybe that'll be one of my New Year's resolutions) but it is ours and I love it. It's been kept safe all our years here and we are so lucky and thankful for that.
I asked Tarzan what his kernels were this year - he didn't want to blog it - and he said "you, my second job [yes, the man has two jobs] and the gospel [the principles of our religion]" That is another reason why I love him - he keeps the big picture when I get bogged down in the details.
We are off to Palm Springs for dinner with my parents and siblings but we are thinking of Tarzan's parents and siblings in Colorado! Love you!
This is me, overflowing with the thanks.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Put a 'X' in every box that applies to you - elaborate if you wish - the best part of these meme things is the story behind the answer.
[X ] You know how to make a pot of coffee - well I understand the concept and I have done it once, but they asked me to never do it again.
[X ] You keep track of dates using a calendar
[X ] You own more than one credit card
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car
[X ] You've done your own laundry
[X ] You vote in every election
[X ] You can cook for yourself
[X ]You think politics are exciting
TOTAL SO FAR: 7
[ ] You show up for school/college/work every day early - HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Are they kidding?
[X ] You always carry a pen in your bag/purse
[X ] You've never gotten a detention - I was 'excused' from class once for laughing too much.
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once
[ ] You like to take walks by yourself
[ ] You've watched talk shows
[X ] You know what credibility means, without looking it up
[ ] You drink coffee at least once a week
TOTAL SO FAR:10
[X ] You know how to do the dishes
[X ] You can count to 10 in another language
[X ] When you say you're going to do something you do it
[X ] Your parents trust you
[X ] You can mow the lawn - I CAN mow it - we just don't have any grass
[ ] You remember to water the plants
[X ] You can make adults laugh without being stupid ~ depends on the group and the day
[X ] You study when you have to - mostly
[X ] You pay attention at school/college/work - mostly
[X ] You remember to feed your pets - like they'd let me forget.
TOTAL SO FAR: 19
[X ] You can spell experience, without looking it up
[ ] You work out/exercise on a regular basis
[X ] You clean up your own mess - and everyone else's
[ ] The people at Starbucks know you by name
[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out
[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine
[X ] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need - I CAN, I just don't do it often
[X ] You understand political jokes the first time they are said - mostly
[X ] You can type quickly
TOTAL SO FAR: 24
[X ] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour
[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment
[ ] You have been to a Tupperware party
[X ] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay
[ ] Most of your friends are older than you are
[X ] You can say no to staying out all night
[X ] you use the Internet every day - duh
[X ] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while - this is iffy, do I buy new clothes? yes. Are they same look as the old ones? yes.
[X ] You can read a book and actually finish it
TOTAL ADDED UP: 30
Now repost as "My age is ___"
This is me, astounded that I am younger than I am.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Before I get all mushy again, let's talk DWTS - it's been a while. My picks are Melanie, Helio and Marie in the finals. Sorry Jennie. I vote for her but I don't know if she has the fan base that the others do. Marie Osmond, for example; all the Mormons in the world (nearly 12 million) are voting for her. Melanie has all of Europe voting for her and Helio has the south voting for him. In my perfect world Melanie would win, Marie would come in second and Helio would get bumped BUT we know how often I read this show correctly. Though, when I think about it, the second season DID go exactly how I wanted it to, with Stacey Keebler coming in third. Hmm, guess we'll have to watch and see.
This is me, still blogging along.
This time last year in the Jungle: What Better Day?
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
On the other hand, the whole program with the kids at church today went really well. I was all nervous and stressed out beforehand and during but the kids seemed to take it in stride. They spoke out, looked at their parents, sang well and not a dry eye in the place. Lots of compliments about it being the best one ever. A success.
Then we had a committee meeting for the Christmas party. Since I'm not in charge of it this year - and really, I don't want to be, it's a lot of stress and hounding people and I have the Sunday program on December 23rd to plan and lead practices for - I have to be careful to not step on the chairperson's toes while knowing what she has planned isn't going to be enough for 100+ people.
Am I taking on more than I can handle? Am I worrying about stuff that I shouldn't be? Why can others seem to balance more than I can? Why can't I do it all?
This is me, looking down the barrel of another week and feeling overwhelmed.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
In other news, but the same subject, this is a short week coming, and I certainly hope to be able to rest a little. Unlikely since some people are coming to Thanksgiving who will add to the stress rather than aid in the relaxation but whatevs. Few hours, some bird and then I go home to sleep and snuggle with Tarzan for a day. I likely will have to come to work on Friday...maybe only half day. We'll see. The office is going to owe me SO much comp time before I leave here. What are your plans for Thanksgiving?
But I have to get through tomorrow and the three days following first.
This is me, having should done the laundry so we have something to wear next week.
Friday, November 16, 2007
This question amuses me greatly. Since we decided that I would quit at the end of this year we have slowly been telling people, mostly family, and now the office. Nearly everyone reacts the same way.
"Oh wow! That's exciting."
"What are you going to do with all your time?"
"Make sure you have something to do so you don't get bored."
Even the boss asked me that once he found out I wasn't pregnant. Find something to do? Are they kidding? Half the reason I am quitting is so I have some time to do all the stuff I can't do right now. Like clean the house. Seriously.
In no particular order here is just a sampling of all the things I have thought of to do when I will no longer be working.
- Sleep in
- Clean, reorganize and purge the house of all the crap we don't use
- Insulate the attic
- Visit my sisters-in-law in the Deep South and the Rockies
- Pave the patio in the backyard
- Visit Tarzan regularly for nooners
- Trim the trees and bushes in the front yard
- Beat Heroes of Might and Magic, SimCity 3000 and finish a game of Civilization - any version
- Audit a class just for the fun and knowledge of it
- Travel to Europe with Tarzan for 6 weeks
- Clear out the laundry shed - TOTALLY different from purging the house
- Go to the beach in the middle of the week
- Repaint the house and front porch
- Visit my sister in England and see my nephew who will be a year old in February!
- Clean all the windows
- Get pregnant with twins
- Answer all my email and comment on lots more blogs
- Do the laundry during the week so Tarzan and I can go out on Saturday
- Cook dinner from scratch rather than from a box and eat it at a decent hour, i.e. before 9pm
- Buy a hammock and relax in the daylight in the backyard
This is me, with plans, lots of plans for next year.
Note:***OMG I totally forgot to mention dancing! How could I? We're going to take ballroom and latin classes again and go out to dancing establishments!***
AND I forgot to mention ripping out all the carpet and putting in hardwood floors. And painting. Lots of home repairs.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Onesome: Classic-- get togethers? Is that on the list for next week, say about Thursday? ...or do you 'lone wolf' the Thanksgiving season?
- Turkey day is all about the family. It's one of the calmest holidays, just some good food and some good people and some good football. And a really nice four days off from work. Not a lot to do and not a lot of effort if everyone brings something. Kinda what the whole holiday is about. Everyone getting along for the greater good of us all. It's nice.
- Puh-leease. Christmas is THE season. Once we hit December 1st it's all bets are off and full speed ahead baby! Love the Christmas. Presents and cards and carols and hats and trees and lights and stars and it's all so fantastic! I am so ready.
- I think, technically, I am one of the helpers. Bringing rolls and pie and siblings from all over. That's what I do. Well, we do. Tarzan is the man who does most of the picking up at 5:45am etc. Did I mention he's awesome? I do tons of shopping and decorating and all but I have help and I like to help and it's all about the end result anyway. If I WANT to do it, then it's not hard. And I loves me the holidays.
This is me, with the Thursday meme. Week 3 of NaBloPoMo begins right here!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Last night, working late again on that same competition, the boss asked if there was anything they could do to make me stay longer. I politely said that there really wasn't because I'm not leaving because I'm unhappy here. And it's true in a way. And really, this is the best of all the offices I have ever worked. At least in the camaraderie aspect - I do like MOST of the people here. (Seriously, stop it with the laughing.) And the pay is excellent. The location is awesome. It's the not this office that really makes me upset, though I have done my fair share of whining, it's the working as a principle that bugs me.
Plus, it's not like they could pay me enough to stay forever. No one has that much money.
MC was so cute yesterday (who'd have thunk I'd EVER say those words?) when he said, "I heard you're leaving us, my dear."
I said "Indeed. It's time for me to move on to other things."
He said "That's too bad. I've tried really hard to clean up my language."
Aww. So I thanked him for the thought, and reassured him that was not the reason I was choosing to leave the office.
Too bad they aren't that nice when they can't find something...
This is me, doing okay with the rest of this year.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
It seems one needs to fill out this form using the first initial of one's first name. It's also harder than it appears, (I've been told).
What is your name: Jane
4 letter word: Joke
Vehicle: Jogger (like the ones babies go in while mom runs/walks) but I TOTALLY should have put Jaguar instead. Way sexier.
Boy Name: Jacob
Girl Name: Janelle
Alcoholic drink: Jackhammer (vodka and pineapple juice)
Something you wear: Jacket
Celebrity: Jacqueline Carey, or Jim Carey (author and actor respectively)
Food: Jelly beans
Reason for Being Late: Just could not get out of bed this morning...
Cartoon Character: Jerry (of Tom & Jerry)
Something you shout: Jerk!
This is me, joyfully going home now. Good-night.
Monday, November 12, 2007
This is me, going back to the real world tomorrow.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
But, I feel it appropriate somehow, to wear a bright red flower in a month that's all cold and grey. I remember the poppies could be seen across playgrounds and down the block. We remember. The following poem is quite famous and used almost religiously in connection with Remembrance Day. I hadn't thought of it since we left The Frozen North but it seems right to share it today. Thank you Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
This is me, thankful for those willing to serve their country, me and mine included, in the armed services, during peace-time and war. Thank you.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I was a little surprised by the reaction from the boss and vice-boss when I told them. First, the boss asked "are you pregnant?" Rather than get snippy or whatever, I just laughed and said no, but if I was I wouldn't tell him. Then they said an awful lot of nice things about me. I'm not sure if it was because I'm leaving and they don't want to look for someone else or if they feel it's the obligatory thing to say or what. Very complimentary - "hate to lose you," "really hoping you'd make a career here," "shining pillar of an example," (pretty sure that was a joke). Makes me wonder what's on their minds when they yell at me and forget that they were the ones who told me to draw it that way in the first place? Or why I always take it so seriously? It's not like I'm the only one who gets the disappointing, how can we draw that speech. Am I really so touchy? That's something to think about later...
I felt bad for a little bit last night, while they were stroking my ego and hearing the boss sound so old and small. I've flattered myself for these three years that the office would fall apart without me, and while that isn't true I think the boss will miss me. Is that conceited? I hope I can find a replacement who will be generous to the office, not interested in only self promotion and will fill out their time cards like I do. I wonder if there is anyone like me? (That's probably conceited too.) This is the first time I voluntarily left an office, do you know? Previously, I've been laid off and traded. It's a weird feeling this quitting. I don't think I'll miss the office so much once I leave, but I will certainly feel a lot of guilt in the meantime.
This is me, one step closer to Liberation.
Friday, November 09, 2007
As you may have noticed, I removed the BlogRush icon from my page (if they think I’m linking to them now, they’re nuts) This is in part because I wasn't getting any traffic from them as promised, and in part (well all) because of this email they sent me.
"We regret to inform you that your BlogRush Account has been made INACTIVE because your blog did not pass our Quality Review criteria."
- As if my whining and literary (ha!) ramblings are below their notice. How rude. But, then my curiosity got the better of me – I’m not the crazy cat lady for nothing – and I looked up their so-called standards to see why I did not compute.
"We determined that your blog did not meet our strict quality guidelines. Please do not take this personally but realize that we must abide by a very strict set of quality guidelines."
- Certainly not. Like their telling me I suck would in any way bother me. (phifft) As if.
- Do I not provide value to the readers of my blog? I try and offer a variety of subjects from pop culture and current events to stories from my past and psychological explorations. And I guarantee that it’s unique content. Does anyone else offer the detailed and quite unique dream opportunities that I do?
"The blog should be updated on a regular basis (at least several times a month) and should not just go a few months between posts."
- I used to be less diligent but I've been really good lately. Lots of posts…
- I realize my spellinks t’aint always perfect but stills, I’s thinks it’s Engulish I’s using…
- Are they suggesting I am not quality? My parents were married right here in this country thankyouverymuch. Still, other than the ad thing, that seems a really arbitrary qualification.
- I don’t even understand what they’re forbidding, let alone do it on this blog.
"The blog's content (or advertising) should not contain any of the following types of content: hate, anti-racial, terrorism, drug-related, hacking, phishing, fraud, pornographic, nudity, warez, gambling, copyright infringement, obscene or disgusting material of any kind, or anything considered illegal."
- Hmm, I knew taking bets on my services as a crack carrying, gun wielding, computer hacking, unclothed woman was a bad idea…
This is me, hoping SOMEone in Internet-land still loves me. Anyone?
Thursday, November 08, 2007
- Despite the company being less than pleasant to a really stellar brother-in-law, most of my phones (well 3 of 4) have been from Motorola. I liked my first phone best. It was small, before flip phones were all the rage, and it had Toccata in Fugue in D Minor as a ring tone. It was awesome. Haven't had as good a ring since.
- Truth be told, I talk to Tarzan, my sister and my parents on my phone. Occasionally my friends, but none of them are big phone conversationalists. We prefer IM and email to work out get togethers and then we stay out for hours at a time to get all the information in. We're feast and famine for face to face stuff. I seem ot communicate best with the in-laws through Facebook and commenting on each other's blogs. Probably some of that is my schedule and their kids and the distance between our houses. Maybe next year I'll have more opportunities to talk to my sisters-in-laws?
- Are you kidding? Personal use only. I don't want the freaks who call me all day at the office to be able to call me all night too! Fortunately I don't have the kind of job that requires 2am types of phone calls.
This is me, loving the Thursday meme! Beginning second week of NaBloPoMo now...
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I heard this on the radio last night and it was too funny to not pass on. Don't know from whence it came but it is marvelous. A little old lady in Florida finished her grocery shopping and upon returning to her car discovered four teenage kids clambering all over it. She PULLS A HANDGUN FROM HER PURSE and proceeds to chase them off, screaming "Get away from my car you punks! I have a handgun and I know how to use it!" They race off, presumably scared half to death, she loads her groceries and gets in the driver's seat. Apparently she's a little rattled because it takes her a few tries to get the key in the ignition. But it won't turn. That's when she notices the football and six pack of beer sitting on the seat next to her...uh-oh. This is not her car!! So she loads up the groceries again and finds her car, after some searching, about 4 or 5 spaces down the same row. She loads her (actual) car and drives to the sheriff's office to report what she has done. Wait, wait, it gets better. Down the desk from her are four teenage boys reporting a car jacking by a little old lady with a handgun and curly white hair!!! As the radio announcer said, if you're going to have a senior moment, make sure it's a memorable one!
Smooches to you all!!
This is me, can't wait to be old.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
This is me, in serious need of an extended vacation.
Monday, November 05, 2007
In the less edible portion of the celebration there were mushy cards exchanged, a blog episode and other events that shall not be mentioned herein. It was a good year. Can't imagine myself spending the next 77 years with anyone else.
This is me, wishing it were still Sunday.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Seven years. It sounds like a really long time. I guess it could be if I wasn't so completely happy and content with the state of our union. When Tarzan and I got engaged there were a lot of skeptics. A LOT. But here we are, seven years into forever and nearly all have recanted their opinion. Maybe because they learned what I knew at the very beginning: Tarzan is awesome! In school we learned that we are never 100% ourselves unless we are alone. No matter who or how well we know a person we are acting at least a little for them. I would dispute that. I am 100% myself when I am with Tarzan. From the very beginning I have felt completely comfortable with him. So much so, I didn't realize we were dating for a little while. It felt so...natural. I have never had to pretend with him. He accepts me as I am, loves me no matter what I do, and supports me whatever I decide. He is the hottest thing ever and I love him so much it’s hard to express the thought. Just saying love is not enough. The word is too small. It’s the feeling of security, of warmth, of well being, of humor, of being looked after…but also looking after. It’s glorious. He is the man for me.
Not to say we didn't or don’t disagree ever. We've had some excellent fights - we once went three days without speaking. But when we kiss and make up it’s over and forgotten. And we always want to kiss and make up. Looks like there’s something to this eternal marriage business. To know that he wants to be with me forever makes it easier to work through the troubles and get to the good stuff again.
Each of us has our foibles, and separately we're kind of annoying and we don't make a good first impression. Frankly, there's not a great deal to recommend us. But together...together we are great. Ours is a common goal and we each bring characteristics to the marriage allow us to achieve that goal. I am really big on order and practicality. Tarzan is the laid back, funny one. He’s the one who actually likes to work to support the family. I like the cooking, cleaning, gardening kind of stuff. We balance. We really are partners. Each of us gives 100% of ourselves and gets back so much more. Definitely one of those greater than the sum of it's parts things.
I don’t tell Tarzan how glad I am to be his and how blessed I am to have him for my very own as often as he deserves to hear it. This probably sounds all pithy and corny but today is the seventh anniversary of our wedding. Seven years ago today I promised to love, honor and obey him forever. Cherish him. And I do.
This is me, saying HAPPY SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY TARZAN!
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Not quite sure how we got there but Jacinta and I were on a bus that was parked and talking to a bunch of college freshmen who were being transported to school. Cillian Murphy was on the bus, also Patrick Swayze. At one point my purse disappeared, I had put it down somewhere, so we (Cillian had made himself part of our group) walked through the entire bus searching. Eventually it was found under a pile of clothes and stuff in an empty seat. My wallet, from inside the purse, was missing, so we stayed on the bus when it started to move again.
Skip ahead to the university – next to a beach – where people were milling about, moving in and out of dorms and general craziness. We did a lot of walking – I agreed to take Cillian to the dentist at 11 because I had a car - and somewhere in there Cillian Murphy started holding my hand! He had a warm, smooth, strong hand. He was wearing a gold colored sweater and he smelled really good. He was the shy one though…nervous about holding my hand and when I looked at him he blushed. As it got closer to 11 we started going inside the dorms to look for my wallet. We were in the manager’s unit I guess, it had a screen door and was a lot bigger than the others. Maybe Patrick Swayze was the building manager or RA or something because the phone rang and his father answered. I said I was his room mate and the dad started telling me all kinds of things about his ambitions for the senate and presidency.
Then there’s a skip again to where we know it was Patrick Swayze that stole all the wallets – there were way more than just mine missing – but we couldn't figure where he hid them. This whole group that had been with me throughout the dream – including Jacinta and Cillian Murphy – went to Patrick's apartment. (How or when we left I know not.) Most everyone stayed in the living room but I Jacinta and I went into the bedroom to search. Patrick was in the shower so we looked quickly and discovered the closet floor wasn't quite right. The carpet could be lifted up to see another piece of carpet that had been cut to fit over a hole he had made in the floor. In the hole were all the wallets and also bunch of shoes and other useless items. We gathered it all up and went out to the living room to start passing it out and that's when I woke up.
This is me, blogging from home - it's just not right!
Friday, November 02, 2007
Last night (early this morning) I dreamt I was at the hospital visiting one of my sisters-in-law who was having a baby. Her parents were there too. I got to hold the baby because there was some sort of complication with the mother. The baby totally did not look newborn OR like any of my relatives but it didn't seem to bother me in the dream. A nurse came in, handed me the baby, and went around the corner to the room proper and swore because "she popped a stitch." Nurse then called a code red over the intercom and we all stood around waiting for the team to arrive. The nurse talked constantly but she was very calm as she cited my SIL chances at around 70% or better. The emergency response team still hadn't shown up when the cat jumped on my stomach and woke me up. Weird right? Totally. Some of my dreams are groovy but this one not so much.
Totally neglected to welcome the wifey and say thanks for all the comments! You're awesome.
This is me, Day 2 of NaBloPoMo
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Onesome: Time is-- your friend? ...or your enemy? It's your call, but how do you feel about "time"? Are you in need of a spare cupful? ...or are you set?
- Time is an interesting subject. Time isn't real per se, it's just a way to mark our physical existence on this planet so it can be whatever you want. Did you know a 100 hour day was once proposed? Each hour would consist of 100 minutes? And 100 seconds in each minute, etc. That's taking the metric system a bit too far in my opinion. So, time moves too fast and also too slow. Fun times pass too quickly but I'm at work for far too long. The year is passing quickly (November already people!!) but I'm dying for it to be over. So I could use more time, if I could put it toward what I choose.
- Totally easy. The last thing I check is where all the cats are. Are the ones that have to stay inside, inside? Are the ones that have to go out, out? Am I going to step on a tail or squish a body in the door? It's quite the process.
- Not so much. I know that ads are trying to make me remember them so I will buy the product, so I actively try and NOT remember the tag line. Is that perverse? Probably. Whatevs. I liked the De Beers commercials when it was just silhouettes and the diamond. "A Diamond Is Forever" And I like Kay jewellers partially because we got our rings there, but they have a cute tag: "Every Kiss Begins With Kay..." I seem to like the diamond commercials best. Wonder what that's all about?
This is me, NaBloPoMo-ing for the first time.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
On the other hand, it was a great night for the professionals. Barry Manilow is a great guest to have on this show. His music is hip-ish and it matches so many dance styles. Cheryl and Louie's samba(?) was awesome - I swear the man's father was Gumby - and Anna and Jonathan's waltz was gorgeous.
Oh yeah...HAPPY HALLOWEEN everybody!! I kinda forget about it with the bright sunny day and it being 75 degrees outside. And my not having any kids to make/buy costumes for. Or trick or treaters coming by the Jungle so no candy to buy - at least until tomorrow when it all goes on sale for 75% off. Check it out Miss Cheapskate! What are you dressing up as? Tarzan and I made costumes when we were in college for some dance number and we liked them so much we kept them to use again and again...well pretty much every time we have to dress up. We go as hipsters. Yeah man. Check the groove out on this shirt baby. Really groovy jeans with huge bell bottoms and floral stripes down the side. Tarzan has the paisley-est shirt you have ever seen with huge butterfly lapels. We draw ginormous sideburns on his cheeks and then he puts on the bling. Gold chains and rings. Add the shades and he's so hip it's sick. Mine is similar with a paisley shirt, animal print headband and I wear a big peace symbol. We get a lot of "OMG, I TOTALLY had jeans like that when I was younger!" comments. It's pretty fun. And way comfortable.
This is me, considering that spellcheck does not mark ginormous as unusual...
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
The point being, I found the fortitude on Saturday to attack the mountain of clothing, sheets, towels and socks - oh the socks! - that had grown to encompass the entire west side of the bedroom. It was moving along smoothly enough after the sorting exercises. Do (originally) white hand towels go in with the whites? Or with the other towels? What exactly is the protocol for jeans? When does Tarzan find time to wear so many pairs of socks?! There's only seven days in a week. It never fails, no matter how carefully I look and gather, there's always one white sock and one dark sock that don't make their respective load so I have run them through with other stuff and then they get tangled and sometimes folded into the fitted sheet and...it's a real ordeal. But after all the sorting it was a fairly easy routine. Dirty load on the dryer, dryer load in the basket, washer load in the dryer, dirty into the washer, soap, Bounce, set and they're off! Dump the clean load on the bed, pull out the wrinkly stuff to leave on the ironing board for a month, and forget about laundry for an hour. I was in the zone. I was an efficient machine. I was groovin'.
Then Tarzan came home from work (poor boy has to teach on Saturday mornings)...and the needle jumped the groove. It was *ahem* glorious but I forgot about the laundry for a little while. Rushing to get it all done before the descent of night and knowing the next day was Sunday I was not as diligent as is my usual when emptying the pockets of the pants Tarzan had worn that day. I noticed nothing amiss until I was putting the last load in the washer, pressing start on both machines and there came a horrible thumping sound from the dryer. Weird. I expected maybe a shoe or slipper had ended up in the basket? Cats do weird things. No. I wish it had been. No. I am ashamed to say it. I WASHED TARZAN'S CELL PHONE. Oh yes. I got his wallet and his keys out but I missed the cell phone. Oooops. Needless to say it was pretty soggy. It wouldn't even turn on. The good news is his SIM card was okay, but he had to go buy a new phone yesterday. Sorry honey...
This is me, the laundry expert.