I haven't talked a lot about football this fall. Mostly because having missed posting in September I was so far behind as to make it almost pointless. We have watched all the USC games this season, with high hopes at the beginning, and then with a little sadness after the two losses.
Three after tonight. We played well against Oregon, made them fight for a lot of it, got a little lucky on some calls, held down the interceptions which is what killed us last week against Arizona, yet still lost.
In the post game reports on SportsCenter the commentators were rehashing the games of the day - as they are wont to do - and the Alabama and LSU game came up. I was happy for 'Bama - Roll Tide! - but it was a little mean to sit the LSU coach down and after asking all the questions about what his team did well and how he's going to get them prepared for the next game to make him recite what the other team did well.
Bad enough the guy lost, he has to critique the team that beat him?
This is me, and that's a little salt in the wound.
Saturday, November 03, 2012
Friday, November 02, 2012
First Dinner Party
I'm not sure we can call it a dinner party if there were only four of us but for what we think is the first time in almost twelve years of marriage, Tarzan and I had another couple over to eat with and chat with and "hang" with.
We've had family over for dinner before, and the missionaries, and RHM is one of our favorite guests. (I don't know if it counts as the same sort of event if the person who you ate dinner with last night is also sleeping on your couch and eating breakfast with you in the morning.)
But this time, we invited a couple that we know from church. They are also interested in family history and from the same part of the world as Tarzan's ancestors, and so we had some fun with making Polish food and chatting about the typical things. (How we met our spouses, where we grew up, what was in the sauce, allergies, the ususal.)
They were here three hours and I think everyone liked the food, the company and the conversation.
No one was required to have a good time, no rides were involved before or afterwards and it was nice.
This is me and we hosted other grown-ups.
We've had family over for dinner before, and the missionaries, and RHM is one of our favorite guests. (I don't know if it counts as the same sort of event if the person who you ate dinner with last night is also sleeping on your couch and eating breakfast with you in the morning.)
But this time, we invited a couple that we know from church. They are also interested in family history and from the same part of the world as Tarzan's ancestors, and so we had some fun with making Polish food and chatting about the typical things. (How we met our spouses, where we grew up, what was in the sauce, allergies, the ususal.)
They were here three hours and I think everyone liked the food, the company and the conversation.
No one was required to have a good time, no rides were involved before or afterwards and it was nice.
This is me and we hosted other grown-ups.
Thursday, November 01, 2012
Who's Got Talent?
Tarzan thinks I hurt myself on purpose but I know that is not the case.
He also wonders if there's a problem in my brain that makes me so clumsy, and I have to say, I am starting to wonder.
He also wonders if there's a problem in my brain that makes me so clumsy, and I have to say, I am starting to wonder.
I was in the shower the other day, shaving my legs - I am so nearsighted that I have to fold yoga/pretzel style to see what I am doing - and I simultaneously nicked my ankle, causing it to bleed and sting in the soap, almost dropped the razor and in catching it, sliced part of my fingernail away:
This is me and if not a disease, then it is a serious skill.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Daily View
For the next two weeks, Stingy's (Tarzan's cousin) nanny (for the 16 year old) will be out of town, which means no one is available to walk the dog every morning.
Enter me.
I am one of these employees who can be asked to file, laminate, dice, chop, bake, dig weeds, get groceries, run an open house, return a phone call, make a reservation, cancel a reservation, online shop, show a house and now walk the dog.
(All in the same day.)
I've never walked a dog before. We've always had cats, and a cat would throw up in my shoe if I suggested a leash or taking them for a walk.
It's been interesting.
Enter me.
I am one of these employees who can be asked to file, laminate, dice, chop, bake, dig weeds, get groceries, run an open house, return a phone call, make a reservation, cancel a reservation, online shop, show a house and now walk the dog.
(All in the same day.)
I've never walked a dog before. We've always had cats, and a cat would throw up in my shoe if I suggested a leash or taking them for a walk.
It's been interesting.
Fortunately, the dog is so starved for attention that she doesn't mind my inept attempts to keep her in line. And she's decently sized and not about to need carrying, which is a plus:
(She also doesn't like to sit still for photos. That was the best I could get.)
What kills me is the neighborhood I walk through with this dog. Stingy's house:
The house next door:
And the view from the top of the hill:
This is me and it could be worse.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Poor Thing
I almost felt sorry for the poor little telemarketer that called Aunt Richie's house today.
Of course, I almost laughed at him too, so I guess it's fair.
The phone rang and she answered - which is rare enough - then comes back to the office and says the phone call doesn't sound right, that it's 'suspicious."
Apparently the guy on the phone needed someone to be in front of the computer while talking to him because we "might have a virus."
Already I knew it was a phishing scam but I picked up the phone anyway and asked what he needed.
He directed me to look at the bottom right corner of my screen for the Windows button.
I had to interrupt at this point and tell him we didn't have Windows, but were running Mac OSX 10.6 instead.
I could hear his disappointment as he answered, "Oh? Oh. Oh, well, I guess your computer is fine then. You...probably don't have a virus."
I could well believe he cried when he hung up the phone he was so deflated.
This is me, and I almost asked if he had a protocol script for Mac OS. But I didn't.
Of course, I almost laughed at him too, so I guess it's fair.
The phone rang and she answered - which is rare enough - then comes back to the office and says the phone call doesn't sound right, that it's 'suspicious."
Apparently the guy on the phone needed someone to be in front of the computer while talking to him because we "might have a virus."
Already I knew it was a phishing scam but I picked up the phone anyway and asked what he needed.
He directed me to look at the bottom right corner of my screen for the Windows button.
I had to interrupt at this point and tell him we didn't have Windows, but were running Mac OSX 10.6 instead.
I could hear his disappointment as he answered, "Oh? Oh. Oh, well, I guess your computer is fine then. You...probably don't have a virus."
I could well believe he cried when he hung up the phone he was so deflated.
This is me, and I almost asked if he had a protocol script for Mac OS. But I didn't.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Different Cat, Same Question
The last picture was of my cat Spike:
This is Lantern. Little bit older, little bit wiser animal.
Why does she choose to sleep in the old cracked plastic planter:
Rather than the comfy, lined bed around the corner?
This is me and I have real content coming, I promise.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Statistics
I was reading random stuff on the Internet one day and passed this trivial article.
I didn't think anything of it really - though I do try and choose the shortest line even if the people have a full cart - until I was in line at the market today.
For timing, it matters not how many or how few items a customer has in their cart if they forget their wallet in the car, send a kid out to get it, the kid doesn't come back right away, brings more items with them when they do get back and a discussion follows about which items they will actually be purchasing on this day.
Good thing I wasn't on a schedule.
This is me and it's the little things that matter.
I didn't think anything of it really - though I do try and choose the shortest line even if the people have a full cart - until I was in line at the market today.
For timing, it matters not how many or how few items a customer has in their cart if they forget their wallet in the car, send a kid out to get it, the kid doesn't come back right away, brings more items with them when they do get back and a discussion follows about which items they will actually be purchasing on this day.
Good thing I wasn't on a schedule.
This is me and it's the little things that matter.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Curses!
I was driving home from work - my first day back after three days of coughing and blowing my nose - and I was struck with a great idea for a blog post. Something thought provoking and slightly serious - as opposed to the fluffy posts of late that I have been tossing out - and important!
It was so important and it would have evolved into a fantastic online chat room/discussion sort of thing with people from all walks of life weighing in and everyone would be respectful and listen to everyone's ideas and the end would have been a modest celebration of me because I started it all with the great subject matter that I was thinking right then.
And I can't remember what it was.
I would have written it down immediately - it was that good - but I was driving and I am a law-abiding driver - at least I am now - and never text or write while my car is on. And by the time I got home it was gone from my brain.
I've been trying to get it back with recreating the scene in my mind, actually getting back into my car to see if it would shake loose.
But no.
This is me and it was going to be legendary.
It was so important and it would have evolved into a fantastic online chat room/discussion sort of thing with people from all walks of life weighing in and everyone would be respectful and listen to everyone's ideas and the end would have been a modest celebration of me because I started it all with the great subject matter that I was thinking right then.
And I can't remember what it was.
I would have written it down immediately - it was that good - but I was driving and I am a law-abiding driver - at least I am now - and never text or write while my car is on. And by the time I got home it was gone from my brain.
I've been trying to get it back with recreating the scene in my mind, actually getting back into my car to see if it would shake loose.
But no.
This is me and it was going to be legendary.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Every Time
I know, not everyone loves cats as I do, but the pictures that have become de riguer lately, sometimes known as LOLZCats, makes me laugh and I dare you to not crack a smile at this one:
This is me. I have lived it and I still think it's funny.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Today
Today is just too nice of a day to be stuck inside coughing up a lung.
This is me and my throat hurts too.
This is me and my throat hurts too.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Vicious Circle
In order to get things done around the house, I need a day off of work.
To get a day off work means I'm sick.
When I'm sick I don't want to to anything around the house.
(Or anywhere)
This is me and I see a problem with this senario.
To get a day off work means I'm sick.
When I'm sick I don't want to to anything around the house.
(Or anywhere)
This is me and I see a problem with this senario.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Finally Cool
When I was in 3rd grade we had these hearing/eye tests at school and the end result was I had to get glasses.
Living where we did when I was nine, it didn't occur to me to be concerned about sunglasses until I was in college and came to The Jungle. Then it became apparent that I was in need of some.
I am really nearsighted so I can't do what Tarzan does, take off his specs and wears his shades. It doesn't work well wearing a pair over my regular glasses.
I hear some of you saying, what about contacts Jane?
Well, my eyes are a weird shape - let's discuss my mouth and ears shall we? - and contacts just don't take. So, I have had to squint a lot and wear clip-on sunglasses because my eyes have changed every year of my life and our medical insurance covers one pair at a time. Oddly, Tarzan and I have always chosen everyday wear for our glasses rather than selective wear. Weirdos that we are.
Until this time around.
My prescription did not change this year and BLESS ME! I got prescription sunglasses:
( I am surprised at how well the passenger in the adjacent car came out in that shot.)
It's been cool. I can see stuff in daylight and I don't have headaches and there's enough surface area to protect my whole eye. I can withstand reflections from the car in front of me!:
This is me and it only took 27 years.
Living where we did when I was nine, it didn't occur to me to be concerned about sunglasses until I was in college and came to The Jungle. Then it became apparent that I was in need of some.
I am really nearsighted so I can't do what Tarzan does, take off his specs and wears his shades. It doesn't work well wearing a pair over my regular glasses.
I hear some of you saying, what about contacts Jane?
Well, my eyes are a weird shape - let's discuss my mouth and ears shall we? - and contacts just don't take. So, I have had to squint a lot and wear clip-on sunglasses because my eyes have changed every year of my life and our medical insurance covers one pair at a time. Oddly, Tarzan and I have always chosen everyday wear for our glasses rather than selective wear. Weirdos that we are.
Until this time around.
My prescription did not change this year and BLESS ME! I got prescription sunglasses:
It's been cool. I can see stuff in daylight and I don't have headaches and there's enough surface area to protect my whole eye. I can withstand reflections from the car in front of me!:
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Sunday - The Highlights
The dramaz, oh the dramaz.
A few weeks ago there was a big stake meeting where our congregation was moved to another building to share with a group already there.
This was a BIG deal to some of the people in both congregations and today was our first day in the new building.
So in addition to adjusting to a new schedule, new rooms, sharing with a group that doesn't speak English and I speak nothing but, trying to find our hymnbooks - which had been packed and moved yesterday - and running around in a building with the A/C out, I ALSO had to placate women annoyed at being there, stave off a 68-year-old hysterical fit out in the courtyard and THEN referee a cat fight between two ladies who don't speak English as a first language.
It was an exhausting day.
This is me and it's hard to be in charge.
A few weeks ago there was a big stake meeting where our congregation was moved to another building to share with a group already there.
This was a BIG deal to some of the people in both congregations and today was our first day in the new building.
So in addition to adjusting to a new schedule, new rooms, sharing with a group that doesn't speak English and I speak nothing but, trying to find our hymnbooks - which had been packed and moved yesterday - and running around in a building with the A/C out, I ALSO had to placate women annoyed at being there, stave off a 68-year-old hysterical fit out in the courtyard and THEN referee a cat fight between two ladies who don't speak English as a first language.
It was an exhausting day.
This is me and it's hard to be in charge.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
The Real Problem
While I appreciate that a large portion of the country cares very much about how to handle the undocumented immigrant population in the ways of health care, education, employment and all that - and I appreciate the focus on deporting those that are breaking the law in a violent way as opposed to just hopping the border fence - and I know there are a zillion things for the lawyers and congressmen and President to be doing in the capitol, *I* feel I would be less bitter about the whole thing if the method of applying for legal residence didn't take SO. AMAZINGLY. LONG.
*I* feel that if those who were applying for residence the way the country recommends were at the top of the list, rather than bumping those who have just shown up - and in a lot of cases don't want to even learn the language - then the country would not be so angry about "illegal aliens."
If it takes 6-8 months to apply and be granted legitimacy through this Dream Act thing and 6 YEARS the "proper" way, why the heck not do it illegally?
I ask you.
(Can I also mention this is completely a bipartisan complaint. No party has ever proved able to speed up the application process for persons following the rules.)
This is me and *I* think it would work better.
*I* feel that if those who were applying for residence the way the country recommends were at the top of the list, rather than bumping those who have just shown up - and in a lot of cases don't want to even learn the language - then the country would not be so angry about "illegal aliens."
If it takes 6-8 months to apply and be granted legitimacy through this Dream Act thing and 6 YEARS the "proper" way, why the heck not do it illegally?
I ask you.
(Can I also mention this is completely a bipartisan complaint. No party has ever proved able to speed up the application process for persons following the rules.)
This is me and *I* think it would work better.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Taking Notes
I wish I could be this unconcerned and totally relaxed when I slept:
This is me and life must be fantastic as a cat.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Mundane
Should I be concerned about how excited I am over a credit card offer that will give me *instant* money off my grocery purchases rather than points to put toward plane tickets for an exotic location?
This is me; we eat more than we travel anyway right?
This is me; we eat more than we travel anyway right?
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Ironic
One would think it would be a goal of the manufacturer/packaging agent to not make it complicated to get into the pain reliever container...
This is me and if I didn't have a headache before, I would have one now.
This is me and if I didn't have a headache before, I would have one now.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Ode To A Girl
This is more a tribute than an ode I would say but it's a tradition to call it an ode. And one shouldn't mess with tradition.
This ode is for Tarzan's sister, Rocketgirl, whose birthday is the day after mine. She is a lovely person, so talented and funny. And so very devoted to doing what she should be doing, even if she doesn't want to.
That is one of the traits I admire most about her. She does what is right and what is kind and what is truly important. Even if it isn't convenient for her and her place in life. I need to cultivate that skill more.
Thanks for the example Rocketgirl! I love you.
This is me wishing a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! to my first sister-in-law.
This ode is for Tarzan's sister, Rocketgirl, whose birthday is the day after mine. She is a lovely person, so talented and funny. And so very devoted to doing what she should be doing, even if she doesn't want to.
That is one of the traits I admire most about her. She does what is right and what is kind and what is truly important. Even if it isn't convenient for her and her place in life. I need to cultivate that skill more.
Thanks for the example Rocketgirl! I love you.
This is me wishing a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! to my first sister-in-law.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Plus Six
It is that time of year again, if you can believe it, because I sure can't.
My birthday.
At dinner, Tarzan asked me what my birthday means to me and I had to think...One year closer to renewing my driver's license I guess. It's not like I have goals to achieve by reaching a certain age anymore. I can vote, buy cigarettes, drink and rent a car. I've hit all the milestones.
Taking stock of the last year, in no particular order, let's see what went down:
This is me and I am amused at how many people think I'm still in my 20's. That's a nice compliment every time it comes out.
My birthday.
At dinner, Tarzan asked me what my birthday means to me and I had to think...One year closer to renewing my driver's license I guess. It's not like I have goals to achieve by reaching a certain age anymore. I can vote, buy cigarettes, drink and rent a car. I've hit all the milestones.
Taking stock of the last year, in no particular order, let's see what went down:
- I was called to be Relief Society President in our congregation.
- I got an iPhone! Now I can't imagine living without it
- Saw my baby brother graduate from high school, enter college and now he doesn't call me back because he's so grown up.
- Tarzan and I celebrated our 11th wedding anniversary.
- And went to the Rockies for Thanksgiving because Tarzan's parents will be out of the country for this year's celebration.
- Celebrated 5 years of this here blogging thing
- Was part of the entourage to watch the Endeavour shuttle being moved to it's new home.
- Saw BHB and Seth through engagement and wedding and into bliss
- Helped Tarzan coach his Academic Decathlon team to three medals and a "most improved" certificate.
- Took a hiatus from blogging while the world went insane and then came back with a vengeance.
- Saw Wicked for the zillionth time and loved it just as much as the first.
- Built a hay shed in the Desert
- Redid the front yard
- Took some mini-vacations with Tarzan including the Best Family Reunion EVER and a train ride home.
This is me and I am amused at how many people think I'm still in my 20's. That's a nice compliment every time it comes out.
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