In the spirit of my last post I did a little non-official experiment today. I went to the grocery store in a pretty good mood. I started trying to catch every-one's eye and smile at them. Like a big one. And giving little hello nods.
Most people looked at me like I was crazy. One woman actually did a double take, like holy shit...was that a happy person or something? 4 people smiled back at me, (all were at least 60 years +) and one person was a client where I work and we ended up talking about her dog for 20 minutes, so that kinda backfired on me a bit. It was funny though. I recommend you try it next time you go out. I was seriously on the verge of laughter on the way out the door, which made it even easier to smile at everyone in the parking lot! So, even if most people are still rude straining pee pee holes, I did my part to be friendly, and I felt pretty good about it. Even if it was more an amusement feel good, then a reciprocation of pleasantries feel good, it works either way.
You know, a lot of people say older people are grumpy, but I have to say, they are generally the most friendly people I come across. If I go to the store with Dakota, they always want to say hello to him, and to me since I'm kinda there with him. Case in point, all my smile returners today were older people.
Ok, I'm out for now, if I think of anything interesting, I'll let you know!
Have a splendorous Thursday! 'Cause tomorrow is Friday, and sweeties, you know that is always a good thing!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
People
I got my car back. Yay! My checkbook has a dent in it, but we should be ok.
On to the post. What's wrong with people in general these days? I don't know how it is where you live, but people here in Tampa...are dickholes. Little straining ones. So, if this doesn't apply to you and your locale, just give it a pass.
When did everyone decide they themselves were the most important thing ever created? That they didn't have to worry or think about what might happen to other people as long as their own self was okie dokie fine? Um, I'm speaking about people in general, I am not actually associated with anyone who acts in this way. I don't think. :)
I'll go with an easy example most folks should relate to. Driving! There's always at least one road in every place where people act like total idiots. Today when I was waiting in the turn lane to get into my abode, there were 2 cars in front of me, and a line waiting to get out. Traffic rules say my lane people (goin in) were to go first. The guy in front starts waving the other line of folks waiting to go out...out. (I actually thought this was pretty nice. I do this sometimes as well, if they were waiting there before I pulled up.) I mean, it set me back from getting home by maybe a whole 10 seconds. Anyway, the second guy in my lane, starts frantically gesturing, all wtf? like. All the going out cars are -just- out and car #2 guy decides he's just gonna go, fuck who ever is in the way. The nice car #1 guy starts going at the same time, and they come about 2 inches from a nice smash up. All because guy number 2 couldn't wait 2 more seconds to get home.
What about people who treat you like shit because you work for them? Does being an employer make them a better person? Does that make the employee a total slimy slug? Well, some might be, but I am not. :p Neither are most of my co-workers. What made the boss think he is better? His education? Yeah, he pulls that out sometimes after I correct his grammar. Or when any of us low-lings do something that threatens his Godliness. Whoop. Didn't really mean to make this a boss rant. Moving on. (But he still sucks)
What about clients/customers/consumers who have never had to work a day in their life? You get to treat the working people like dirt, why? Or even if they do work, why be an ass? Why be a selfish prick? Seriously, would it kill people to smile at other people? To look at someone else and ask how their day is? To be freaking civil?
What gives people the idea they can do whatever they want to whomever they want? Kill people, rob people, violate people in any way...what makes someone think this is okay to do?
What can even stop it? Make jail a really shitty place? Punish people more severely? It seems people used to be afraid of the wrath of god, or at least of official type people. Is it because most organized religion is in the crapper? There's no one to punish them in this life or in the after life? It seems scumbags are just permeating everything, and there's not quite as many good people out there. Or maybe there's a lot of neutrals out there, that just want to ride through it all and hope nothing happens to anyone they know.
I guess, I am just tired of all the selfishness I keep seeing, all the stupid crap going on every day, that might go away, if people just did unto others as they wanted done to them. Yeah, biblical quote, but it's a good'un.
Whew, I think I am all out of steam for now. So. To end this, I say, I hope you had a wonderful day today, and I would love to hear all about it.
Big smile, hugs, smoochies and all manner of nice stuff to you all.
On to the post. What's wrong with people in general these days? I don't know how it is where you live, but people here in Tampa...are dickholes. Little straining ones. So, if this doesn't apply to you and your locale, just give it a pass.
When did everyone decide they themselves were the most important thing ever created? That they didn't have to worry or think about what might happen to other people as long as their own self was okie dokie fine? Um, I'm speaking about people in general, I am not actually associated with anyone who acts in this way. I don't think. :)
I'll go with an easy example most folks should relate to. Driving! There's always at least one road in every place where people act like total idiots. Today when I was waiting in the turn lane to get into my abode, there were 2 cars in front of me, and a line waiting to get out. Traffic rules say my lane people (goin in) were to go first. The guy in front starts waving the other line of folks waiting to go out...out. (I actually thought this was pretty nice. I do this sometimes as well, if they were waiting there before I pulled up.) I mean, it set me back from getting home by maybe a whole 10 seconds. Anyway, the second guy in my lane, starts frantically gesturing, all wtf? like. All the going out cars are -just- out and car #2 guy decides he's just gonna go, fuck who ever is in the way. The nice car #1 guy starts going at the same time, and they come about 2 inches from a nice smash up. All because guy number 2 couldn't wait 2 more seconds to get home.
What about people who treat you like shit because you work for them? Does being an employer make them a better person? Does that make the employee a total slimy slug? Well, some might be, but I am not. :p Neither are most of my co-workers. What made the boss think he is better? His education? Yeah, he pulls that out sometimes after I correct his grammar. Or when any of us low-lings do something that threatens his Godliness. Whoop. Didn't really mean to make this a boss rant. Moving on. (But he still sucks)
What about clients/customers/consumers who have never had to work a day in their life? You get to treat the working people like dirt, why? Or even if they do work, why be an ass? Why be a selfish prick? Seriously, would it kill people to smile at other people? To look at someone else and ask how their day is? To be freaking civil?
What gives people the idea they can do whatever they want to whomever they want? Kill people, rob people, violate people in any way...what makes someone think this is okay to do?
What can even stop it? Make jail a really shitty place? Punish people more severely? It seems people used to be afraid of the wrath of god, or at least of official type people. Is it because most organized religion is in the crapper? There's no one to punish them in this life or in the after life? It seems scumbags are just permeating everything, and there's not quite as many good people out there. Or maybe there's a lot of neutrals out there, that just want to ride through it all and hope nothing happens to anyone they know.
I guess, I am just tired of all the selfishness I keep seeing, all the stupid crap going on every day, that might go away, if people just did unto others as they wanted done to them. Yeah, biblical quote, but it's a good'un.
Whew, I think I am all out of steam for now. So. To end this, I say, I hope you had a wonderful day today, and I would love to hear all about it.
Big smile, hugs, smoochies and all manner of nice stuff to you all.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Doors in the ground are suspicious
So, it seems I am back on the blogging wagon. Feels good to be back. Now, the only thing to do is think of what to write every day! Today was slow at work, no one was really super mean or super nice, no near things while driving, no epiphanies were delivered to my brain today, so what the heck do I write about?
I found out today that Dakota's first Tae Kwon Do test will be given by the Grandmaster from Korea. That makes me fookin nervous! His regular Master said he wouldn't let anyone test unless they were the best of the best this time. They have to really know their stuff. Since I don't know this Grandmaster guy, I wonder what kind of testing guy he is. Apparently strict. So, cross your fingers for Dakota on May 12th at about 6 PM.
I got candy corns at the store today...mmm, I love those things! I always eat the yellow part first, then the orange, then the white. Don't be mixin' up the candy corn!
Oh. I went to the bookstore today. Even though I really didn't want to spend any extra green this week, I really wanted something good to read. There's an author named Mo Hayder, that my friend Daniel got me into. Mo is awesome. Writes really freakishly horrible stuff--kind of the mystery thriller type I guess...but better than the usual! Anyhow, there's a couple of Mo Hayder's books out in paperback, I thought I might be able to find one. Nope! The only one they had was a hardcover for 24 bucks. Ew! It wasn't even a really big book, which usually makes me feel better about spending that much on a hardcover. So, boo, I have no new book to peruse.
So, when I was a kid, me my sister and our friend used to go play in the 'woods' behind our house. I say 'woods' like that, because it was really not all that much...maybe an acre or two of trees and junk.
The junk was staggering! Seriously. There was a washer and dryer out there, a school desk, a rusted out bed spring, a bathroom sink, tarps and other small junk all over the place. There was even a hammock set up out there. I used to know my way around by the junk. make a left at the washer, turn right at the desk...etc. There was actually a door out there, lying flat on the ground, and if you picked it up there was a just slightly smaller than the door sized hole under it. Cool shit right? For an over imaginative kid it was.
My Dad found out we were playing out there, and told us we weren't allowed out there anymore. Looking back, that was wise...who knows what kind of freakazoid bums or junkies were out there?
But, we kinda ignored the order.
Me, Ginger and my friend Michelle went out there one day, and I proceeded to scare the crap out of all of us. See, I had gone out there a bunch of times by myself, and discovered the door with the hole under it. So, I started telling a story of a serial killer who lived out in the woods. During the day, he slept in a hole in the ground with a door covering it, and if anyone came to bother him in the daytime, he would jump out and shoot everyone with the rifle he had in there with him. (What the hell was wrong with me? I don't know! I just really liked scaring myself and everyone else around me back then.)
Then I asked if everyone wanted to go and see the killer's hiding spot. Like any spun tale, most people want to see what the truth in all of it is, so they said sure, yeah ok, let's go. So, I take them right to the door, all the way, stopping and asking, "What was that?!", and, "Did you hear that?" and when we finally arrive, I rejoice in the dropped jaws of holy crap it's real-ed-ness.
I start to open the door, and right at that moment, some guy starts yelling! So, we all freak out since tension is high, and we go tearing ass through the woods back to our yard. Screaming all the way even. Picture it! You know you are laughing! I still remember the look of panic on my friends face. Ginger wasn't quite as scared. I think she knew it was mostly story by this time. She probably had even seen the door at some point. Plus, the guy that was yelling sounded somewhat far away.
When I told Michelle I was full of crap, she got really pissed at me...for at least the rest of the day.
Another time after that I actually worked my way through those woods into a clearing and into some more woods. It was pretty cool to explore it all. I ended up coming through to this farmhouse with horses outside, and patted them and talked with them for a bit. Then I stumbled across a huge muddy area, and played around in the mud a bit until it got deeper, I lost my shoe, and had a hard time getting out of the mud. Then I kinda got a bit lost trying to get back to my house. There wasn't as much junk in the second area of woods to find my way by. When I finally came out of the woods all muddy and scratched up, and my Dad was standing there hollering for me, I knew I was dead meat. And I was. My bootay got reddened and I got grounded for a week.
So, now you know what happens when nothing of interest happens in a day of the life of Jenn. You get old stories.
Have a nice weekend all, don't go opening strange doors on the ground. You never know what might be lurking underneath it! Could even be Mr. S.
Love yas!
I found out today that Dakota's first Tae Kwon Do test will be given by the Grandmaster from Korea. That makes me fookin nervous! His regular Master said he wouldn't let anyone test unless they were the best of the best this time. They have to really know their stuff. Since I don't know this Grandmaster guy, I wonder what kind of testing guy he is. Apparently strict. So, cross your fingers for Dakota on May 12th at about 6 PM.
I got candy corns at the store today...mmm, I love those things! I always eat the yellow part first, then the orange, then the white. Don't be mixin' up the candy corn!
Oh. I went to the bookstore today. Even though I really didn't want to spend any extra green this week, I really wanted something good to read. There's an author named Mo Hayder, that my friend Daniel got me into. Mo is awesome. Writes really freakishly horrible stuff--kind of the mystery thriller type I guess...but better than the usual! Anyhow, there's a couple of Mo Hayder's books out in paperback, I thought I might be able to find one. Nope! The only one they had was a hardcover for 24 bucks. Ew! It wasn't even a really big book, which usually makes me feel better about spending that much on a hardcover. So, boo, I have no new book to peruse.
So, when I was a kid, me my sister and our friend used to go play in the 'woods' behind our house. I say 'woods' like that, because it was really not all that much...maybe an acre or two of trees and junk.
The junk was staggering! Seriously. There was a washer and dryer out there, a school desk, a rusted out bed spring, a bathroom sink, tarps and other small junk all over the place. There was even a hammock set up out there. I used to know my way around by the junk. make a left at the washer, turn right at the desk...etc. There was actually a door out there, lying flat on the ground, and if you picked it up there was a just slightly smaller than the door sized hole under it. Cool shit right? For an over imaginative kid it was.
My Dad found out we were playing out there, and told us we weren't allowed out there anymore. Looking back, that was wise...who knows what kind of freakazoid bums or junkies were out there?
But, we kinda ignored the order.
Me, Ginger and my friend Michelle went out there one day, and I proceeded to scare the crap out of all of us. See, I had gone out there a bunch of times by myself, and discovered the door with the hole under it. So, I started telling a story of a serial killer who lived out in the woods. During the day, he slept in a hole in the ground with a door covering it, and if anyone came to bother him in the daytime, he would jump out and shoot everyone with the rifle he had in there with him. (What the hell was wrong with me? I don't know! I just really liked scaring myself and everyone else around me back then.)
Then I asked if everyone wanted to go and see the killer's hiding spot. Like any spun tale, most people want to see what the truth in all of it is, so they said sure, yeah ok, let's go. So, I take them right to the door, all the way, stopping and asking, "What was that?!", and, "Did you hear that?" and when we finally arrive, I rejoice in the dropped jaws of holy crap it's real-ed-ness.
I start to open the door, and right at that moment, some guy starts yelling! So, we all freak out since tension is high, and we go tearing ass through the woods back to our yard. Screaming all the way even. Picture it! You know you are laughing! I still remember the look of panic on my friends face. Ginger wasn't quite as scared. I think she knew it was mostly story by this time. She probably had even seen the door at some point. Plus, the guy that was yelling sounded somewhat far away.
When I told Michelle I was full of crap, she got really pissed at me...for at least the rest of the day.Another time after that I actually worked my way through those woods into a clearing and into some more woods. It was pretty cool to explore it all. I ended up coming through to this farmhouse with horses outside, and patted them and talked with them for a bit. Then I stumbled across a huge muddy area, and played around in the mud a bit until it got deeper, I lost my shoe, and had a hard time getting out of the mud. Then I kinda got a bit lost trying to get back to my house. There wasn't as much junk in the second area of woods to find my way by. When I finally came out of the woods all muddy and scratched up, and my Dad was standing there hollering for me, I knew I was dead meat. And I was. My bootay got reddened and I got grounded for a week.
So, now you know what happens when nothing of interest happens in a day of the life of Jenn. You get old stories.
Have a nice weekend all, don't go opening strange doors on the ground. You never know what might be lurking underneath it! Could even be Mr. S.
Love yas!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sproing
| Sproing |
| Guess what? (Chicken butt) I have a little story for you. Not an old one either. Yesterday, I had just pulled up to work, and as usual was running a bit late-ish, so I had shower fresh wet hair. It was mostly dry from my ingenious use of the ghetto hair dryer--the open window; so I got my brush out and pulled my hair back for a ponytail. That's when I saw it sproinging out the side of my head like a rabid mini-slinky. The grey hair. The harbinger of doom. My mortality sproinging me right in the face. Truthfully though, I'm not upset. I mean it had to happen sometime right? I think I'll look lovely with grey hairs. And if I don't, that's what hair color is for damn it! |
Monday, September 15, 2008
So...
Work was so busy today. Wait, before I begin, that reminds me of something.
Why is 'so', a good descriptive word? It's like 'very'. I have this habit of reading everything when I am in the bathroom. When I am brushing my teeth, I read the handsoap bottle, the listerine bottle, the back of the book sitting on the potty, that sort of thing. I was taking a lovely bath, and the only thing in sight was Dakota's shampoo bottle, so, I read it. Loreal for kids is so gentle! Loreal for kids is so detangling! Loreal for kids smells so good! Loreal for kids is so safe! sososososo. SO cool! Really if you take the so out, it doesn't make too much difference there. If it was amazingly detangling!, smelled fantastically good!, and seriously safe!, I may have paid another dollar for it. Really! :p
As I was saying, work was 'so' busy today. :p
It usually takes a good bit for me to get frazzled, but I was today. I had so many things going on, that I was on my way to do something and totally forgot what it was, so I just froze in place, in a walking pose no less, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. I stood there for at least 5 seconds with my mind a complete and total blank. It was like there was nothing in my head but my eyeballs. Then, tt-tth-tth-thwap! It all slammed back into my brain, I knew where I was going and I had all the things I was juggling back up in the air and in good order.
Not to skip around and around to the same subjects, but I keep reminding my own self of stuff today! One morning reading the kid's mouthwash bottle, I read it to say, "Keeps kids whiter and brighter!". I thought to myself that that was a little messed up. Turns out, the bottle was turned enough to where I missed the word "teeth". Keeps kids teeth whiter and brighter! Ooooh.
Um. I think that's enough for today. I'm killing myself here, I can only imagine how you feel! No worries, those brain cells will grow back someday. Sure they will! I am so sure.
Why is 'so', a good descriptive word? It's like 'very'. I have this habit of reading everything when I am in the bathroom. When I am brushing my teeth, I read the handsoap bottle, the listerine bottle, the back of the book sitting on the potty, that sort of thing. I was taking a lovely bath, and the only thing in sight was Dakota's shampoo bottle, so, I read it. Loreal for kids is so gentle! Loreal for kids is so detangling! Loreal for kids smells so good! Loreal for kids is so safe! sososososo. SO cool! Really if you take the so out, it doesn't make too much difference there. If it was amazingly detangling!, smelled fantastically good!, and seriously safe!, I may have paid another dollar for it. Really! :p
As I was saying, work was 'so' busy today. :p
It usually takes a good bit for me to get frazzled, but I was today. I had so many things going on, that I was on my way to do something and totally forgot what it was, so I just froze in place, in a walking pose no less, trying to figure out what the heck was going on. I stood there for at least 5 seconds with my mind a complete and total blank. It was like there was nothing in my head but my eyeballs. Then, tt-tth-tth-thwap! It all slammed back into my brain, I knew where I was going and I had all the things I was juggling back up in the air and in good order.Not to skip around and around to the same subjects, but I keep reminding my own self of stuff today! One morning reading the kid's mouthwash bottle, I read it to say, "Keeps kids whiter and brighter!". I thought to myself that that was a little messed up. Turns out, the bottle was turned enough to where I missed the word "teeth". Keeps kids teeth whiter and brighter! Ooooh.
Um. I think that's enough for today. I'm killing myself here, I can only imagine how you feel! No worries, those brain cells will grow back someday. Sure they will! I am so sure.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Pollen Sucks
Achoo!
That was me like 346 times today. Ugh!
I asked Dakota's TaeKwonDo Master today what size board he is supposed to break, so maybe I can go get some boards cut and he can practice. He said 3/8 of an inch, but because Dakota has a lot of 'power' he might up it. Shite, why did I say anything? It's super Dakota! Whoosh!
Achoo!
347.
So, I have been waking up with my ears plugged up, my sinuses feeling like they are exploding and I've been sneezing everywhere. A lot of times I can hear myself talking inside my own head...no I'm not schizo, I think you know what I am talking about. It annoys me. I hope I don't sound that weird to everyone else. I'm not even sick. So when is it going to end? Hopefully in the summer when it rains everyday and the crap gets washed away.
I am down to about 2 months left to quit smoking. Any tips? I have till August 8th, so if you think of or hear of anything, I don't care what, let me know!
The Set Up client came in today. She had the average lifespan dog with her. She saw me and said hello, I said Hi back and ran away. No more set ups for me!
The scrubs I wore today were a bit hit...lol. Anyhow everyone liked 'em so whee!
I feel like I am doing the update on the top ten stories of the year, but they are not top stories, and it was only a few days, and there's not ten, so maybe not so much after all. Hmm.
Have you ever gotten lost in Wikipedia? I have done that twice in the last week. I go to look something up, and there is all that linkage inside the pertinent information page, so I click it, and go to the next one, and see something else. Click click click. Eventually I am so far from what I originally looked up, I just hit the back button till I get back there. I didn't see Kevin Bacon on any of them.
Anyhow, it's pretty obvious to me and I am sure you, that I had nothing to say today, but I still wanted to write all about it. To all my adoring fans (ie: my 5 subscribers), thanks for being there! :)
Oh yeah, my car doesn't smell skunky anymore. Woot!
P.S. I forgot about the tradition when I have nothing to say today gets you an old story, so I'll give you a little shorty. You guys are going to know the whole life story of Jenn soon.
Before I found out I was afraid of heights, I used to jump off everything. Everything. The roof, the top of my tree house, the highest diving board etc etc. I did the typical jump off the roof with an umbrella thing, and I'm sure you know how that worked out. Damn that Mary Poppins!
One day, I dragged the little plastic kiddie pool over to the tree house and filled it up with dish soap and water, so it was all frothy and bubbly. See, I jumped out of the tree house and when I landed it kind of hurt my feet a bit, gave me a little stingy feeling. So, I figured jumping into a regular pool didn't really hurt, and bubbles were soft and fluffy, so those should help right? Right! Gotta try it!
I climbed up to the very top of the tree house, higher than ever before. I looked down at that foot deep kiddie pool full of bubbly water, felt a moment of exhilaration before flinging myself through the air, and jumped for it. But I didn't prepare to land on my feet. Oh no, I was just going to jump in and land on my tush in all those soft bubbles. A few seconds later I made splash down, right on my butt. That's when I found out those bubbles and foot of water didn't do jack shit for me. As I was gasping for the air that got knocked out of me, and trying not to drown in frothy bubbles while I was getting my injured tailbone off the ground, I told myself, never again.
And I didn't. For at least a week. After that though, I always planned to land on my feet, no matter what was under me to land on!
See, there's always a moral to Jenn stories. Isn't that great?
That was me like 346 times today. Ugh!
I asked Dakota's TaeKwonDo Master today what size board he is supposed to break, so maybe I can go get some boards cut and he can practice. He said 3/8 of an inch, but because Dakota has a lot of 'power' he might up it. Shite, why did I say anything? It's super Dakota! Whoosh!
Achoo!
347.
So, I have been waking up with my ears plugged up, my sinuses feeling like they are exploding and I've been sneezing everywhere. A lot of times I can hear myself talking inside my own head...no I'm not schizo, I think you know what I am talking about. It annoys me. I hope I don't sound that weird to everyone else. I'm not even sick. So when is it going to end? Hopefully in the summer when it rains everyday and the crap gets washed away.
I am down to about 2 months left to quit smoking. Any tips? I have till August 8th, so if you think of or hear of anything, I don't care what, let me know!
The Set Up client came in today. She had the average lifespan dog with her. She saw me and said hello, I said Hi back and ran away. No more set ups for me!
The scrubs I wore today were a bit hit...lol. Anyhow everyone liked 'em so whee!
I feel like I am doing the update on the top ten stories of the year, but they are not top stories, and it was only a few days, and there's not ten, so maybe not so much after all. Hmm.
Have you ever gotten lost in Wikipedia? I have done that twice in the last week. I go to look something up, and there is all that linkage inside the pertinent information page, so I click it, and go to the next one, and see something else. Click click click. Eventually I am so far from what I originally looked up, I just hit the back button till I get back there. I didn't see Kevin Bacon on any of them.
Anyhow, it's pretty obvious to me and I am sure you, that I had nothing to say today, but I still wanted to write all about it. To all my adoring fans (ie: my 5 subscribers), thanks for being there! :)
Oh yeah, my car doesn't smell skunky anymore. Woot!
P.S. I forgot about the tradition when I have nothing to say today gets you an old story, so I'll give you a little shorty. You guys are going to know the whole life story of Jenn soon.
Before I found out I was afraid of heights, I used to jump off everything. Everything. The roof, the top of my tree house, the highest diving board etc etc. I did the typical jump off the roof with an umbrella thing, and I'm sure you know how that worked out. Damn that Mary Poppins!
One day, I dragged the little plastic kiddie pool over to the tree house and filled it up with dish soap and water, so it was all frothy and bubbly. See, I jumped out of the tree house and when I landed it kind of hurt my feet a bit, gave me a little stingy feeling. So, I figured jumping into a regular pool didn't really hurt, and bubbles were soft and fluffy, so those should help right? Right! Gotta try it!
I climbed up to the very top of the tree house, higher than ever before. I looked down at that foot deep kiddie pool full of bubbly water, felt a moment of exhilaration before flinging myself through the air, and jumped for it. But I didn't prepare to land on my feet. Oh no, I was just going to jump in and land on my tush in all those soft bubbles. A few seconds later I made splash down, right on my butt. That's when I found out those bubbles and foot of water didn't do jack shit for me. As I was gasping for the air that got knocked out of me, and trying not to drown in frothy bubbles while I was getting my injured tailbone off the ground, I told myself, never again.
And I didn't. For at least a week. After that though, I always planned to land on my feet, no matter what was under me to land on!
See, there's always a moral to Jenn stories. Isn't that great?
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Funky Musky
My car smells funny. I think some big hairy man rubbed his pits all over my engine. Whenever I turn on the AC it smells like a skunk scratch and sniff sticker. I hope that goes away soon. Also, I hope that doesn't mean something else is wrong. I hope there isn't a skunk in my engine, that sprayed his last funky musky when I flipped that ignition switch and blew him to smithereens. It's been so hot here lately though, it would probably smell corpse like too. I'm afraid to check though!
I noticed when I get less sleep, I write less blog. I think I need at least 5-6 hours to make those creative juices flow. I'm on 4 right now, but it's Friday, so I can make it!
I have been thinking a lot lately of getting back out of Florida. Or maybe just out of Tampa. I'm really not sure, but the big city-ness is getting to me. People are annoying here, which I covered on another blog, so I won't go too much into that business. Anyhow, I have been thinking of Boone a lot lately. The pleasant folks, the slower way of life, the beauty of the area in general. But can I handle all that quiet? With all those nice people, I wouldn't have anything to biatch about either. Anyhow, just thinking about it. Oh yeah, and so are my Dad and sister apparently. In the future of course...but that would be interesting.
I think it was going to the sugar festival at dad's house. His neighborhood is always just so nice and relaxing. All the neighbors chat to each other, and visit, and are just friendly. It reminds me a lot of Boone, only more hot with more bugs.
We have a spudload of family coming in next weekend. As you know, it is Dakota's testing, so Dad, Gingeypants, Bob's Mom and Step dad are all coming into town to see him. It's his first belt promotion test, and with a famous Tae Kwon Do Grandmaster, so I am sure (I hope) it's just a one time thing. Maybe when he gets black-belt they will all come again, who knows? I have to say, those kids are so impressive. Any one of them could kick my ass around the block any day I am sure.
I finally broke down and purchased some scrubs for work wear. All the 'work clothes' I got 3 years ago are so....3 years ago. :p Anyhow, it's way cheaper to get 4 sets of scrubs then 4 new pairs of jeans and work safe shirts. My boss was supposed to be buying the staff some stuff to wear, but hey, I can't wait forever eh?
Right. Well, I am going to go get some coffee, and get ready for the weekend! Woohoo, I am SO happy it is here.
Love, snuggles, slobbery smoochies and big hugs.
Bu-bye!
I noticed when I get less sleep, I write less blog. I think I need at least 5-6 hours to make those creative juices flow. I'm on 4 right now, but it's Friday, so I can make it!
I have been thinking a lot lately of getting back out of Florida. Or maybe just out of Tampa. I'm really not sure, but the big city-ness is getting to me. People are annoying here, which I covered on another blog, so I won't go too much into that business. Anyhow, I have been thinking of Boone a lot lately. The pleasant folks, the slower way of life, the beauty of the area in general. But can I handle all that quiet? With all those nice people, I wouldn't have anything to biatch about either. Anyhow, just thinking about it. Oh yeah, and so are my Dad and sister apparently. In the future of course...but that would be interesting.
I think it was going to the sugar festival at dad's house. His neighborhood is always just so nice and relaxing. All the neighbors chat to each other, and visit, and are just friendly. It reminds me a lot of Boone, only more hot with more bugs.
We have a spudload of family coming in next weekend. As you know, it is Dakota's testing, so Dad, Gingeypants, Bob's Mom and Step dad are all coming into town to see him. It's his first belt promotion test, and with a famous Tae Kwon Do Grandmaster, so I am sure (I hope) it's just a one time thing. Maybe when he gets black-belt they will all come again, who knows? I have to say, those kids are so impressive. Any one of them could kick my ass around the block any day I am sure.
I finally broke down and purchased some scrubs for work wear. All the 'work clothes' I got 3 years ago are so....3 years ago. :p Anyhow, it's way cheaper to get 4 sets of scrubs then 4 new pairs of jeans and work safe shirts. My boss was supposed to be buying the staff some stuff to wear, but hey, I can't wait forever eh?
Right. Well, I am going to go get some coffee, and get ready for the weekend! Woohoo, I am SO happy it is here.
Love, snuggles, slobbery smoochies and big hugs.
Bu-bye!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
My left butt cheek and me
First off, I had a kickass flu bug. It started on Friday and I still am not totally over it. I also managed to pull a muscle in my back while coughing and trying to breathe at the same time. Happily I am feeling mostly human again. I can hear out of my ears, smell and breathe through my nose most times, and I am no longer in danger of drowning when brushing my teeth. So, there you go, that's my excuse for not writing.
On Friday, Gingeypants came into town. It was quite the nice as usual. I got us some sushi and miso soup. Although I couldn't taste any of it due to the flu, it was still nice to have someone who likes to eat the odd stuff I do...eat with me!
So, on Friday night, Bob yells downstairs and asks me to come upstairs. Dakota has somehow locked himself in the bathroom and can't get the door open. I go up and the knob is jiggling back and forth but it's not catching anywhere in the mechanisms. There's no way to open it from the outside. The screws on the knob are on the inside of the bathroom, the hinges are on the inside of the bathroom. What now? Fuck it, let's break the door down. :p
Anyhow, Dakota ends up unscrewing the doorknob screws with a pair of scissors from inside the bathroom. Yes, he is totally my son. :) He got his side of the doorknob off, but on the outside the tongue lock is still not moving and the doorknob won't come out. So Bob ends up having to break part of the door anyhow. :(
At the end of it all, Dakota didn't even lock the door, he just closed it, and it happened to break at that moment. Weird huh.
Dakota passed his belt test with flying colors. My friend Joe has allowed us to use some web storage space he has, to host the videos we took, so when I get around to it (tonight or tomorrow) I will post up video and piccies.
I have to go back into work tonight because one of the closing girls is not feeling well. Blah. It's ok, she's really a reliable kind of girl, so I don't mind doing it for her. I just dislike that eww have to go back to work feeling!
I think I sprained my left butt cheek. I don't know how, so don't ask! I just know it hurts right now!
On Friday, Gingeypants came into town. It was quite the nice as usual. I got us some sushi and miso soup. Although I couldn't taste any of it due to the flu, it was still nice to have someone who likes to eat the odd stuff I do...eat with me!
So, on Friday night, Bob yells downstairs and asks me to come upstairs. Dakota has somehow locked himself in the bathroom and can't get the door open. I go up and the knob is jiggling back and forth but it's not catching anywhere in the mechanisms. There's no way to open it from the outside. The screws on the knob are on the inside of the bathroom, the hinges are on the inside of the bathroom. What now? Fuck it, let's break the door down. :p
Anyhow, Dakota ends up unscrewing the doorknob screws with a pair of scissors from inside the bathroom. Yes, he is totally my son. :) He got his side of the doorknob off, but on the outside the tongue lock is still not moving and the doorknob won't come out. So Bob ends up having to break part of the door anyhow. :(
At the end of it all, Dakota didn't even lock the door, he just closed it, and it happened to break at that moment. Weird huh.
Dakota passed his belt test with flying colors. My friend Joe has allowed us to use some web storage space he has, to host the videos we took, so when I get around to it (tonight or tomorrow) I will post up video and piccies.
I have to go back into work tonight because one of the closing girls is not feeling well. Blah. It's ok, she's really a reliable kind of girl, so I don't mind doing it for her. I just dislike that eww have to go back to work feeling!
I think I sprained my left butt cheek. I don't know how, so don't ask! I just know it hurts right now!
I'm going to file a greivance
against Hollywood. Why?
For making painting look fun.
Come on, you know you have seen it. Some guy/girl has some catastrophic event in life that totally ruins them. While they are courageously pulling themselves up by their bootstraps they end up with some event that occurs that is so lucky they can hardly believe it. Anyhow, with this luck they end up getting a new house or office or boat or some such shit, that of course has to be painted. So they have their best bud(dies) come over and they have themselves a movie music moment. (***See below for definition) They are all dressed up in their Gucci sweats and Prada casual shoes, the hairdresser has their hair set just so, slightly messy, but oh so not do it yourself. Then they get to the job of painting. While laughing, giggling and being generally hysterical, one of them always hits the other with a loaded paintbrush either on the ass or nose. They never mind, they usually think it's quite funny and cute.
It wasn't like that at my house. :p So not fair!
After the first wall I was tired and didn't want to do anymore. Bob nor I wanted to do the trim. By the time we finished we were both tired, sore and irritable, and arguing over who did more (lol) and if he hit me with a wet paintbrush, I probably would have punched him in the head. I'm sure he would have done the same to me too. I actually did bump into the wet wall and I was all bummed cause I had a paint butt. It's not all it's cracked up to be I tell you. There's paint everywhere, it stinks and it makes your kid and your cat sick. After I'm done with it, my friend Rhonda tells me she likes to paint. Ack! Maybe next time I paint I will invite her over, maybe we can have a movie music moment.
***Definition of Movie Music by Jenn: Let's go with the Rocky movies for starters. You're going through the movie when all of a sudden he starts his training for the big fight. They play the music and flash back and forth between Rocky and his craptastic no money training, and his opponent who has it all. You already know Rocky is gonna beat the shit out of him after getting his own ass kicked around a bit, but the movie music moment shows his determination. Or we could go with the Romantic Comedy. They could like each other or hate each other before the movie music, but by the end of it they are madly in love. You see them out frolicking, skipping, jumping, eating ice cream, playing football, taking pictures of each other...whatever. The whole relationship is built in 45 seconds or so and no actors had to talk at all. Easy right?
Anyhow, now that all the painting and frustration that goes with it is long over, I can joke about it, and think back on it fondly. Riiight. We did have built in Ipod movie music, but it didn't seem to help. Oh well, maybe next time! (We'll hire someone to do it!)
Much love and smoochies!
For making painting look fun.
Come on, you know you have seen it. Some guy/girl has some catastrophic event in life that totally ruins them. While they are courageously pulling themselves up by their bootstraps they end up with some event that occurs that is so lucky they can hardly believe it. Anyhow, with this luck they end up getting a new house or office or boat or some such shit, that of course has to be painted. So they have their best bud(dies) come over and they have themselves a movie music moment. (***See below for definition) They are all dressed up in their Gucci sweats and Prada casual shoes, the hairdresser has their hair set just so, slightly messy, but oh so not do it yourself. Then they get to the job of painting. While laughing, giggling and being generally hysterical, one of them always hits the other with a loaded paintbrush either on the ass or nose. They never mind, they usually think it's quite funny and cute.
It wasn't like that at my house. :p So not fair!
After the first wall I was tired and didn't want to do anymore. Bob nor I wanted to do the trim. By the time we finished we were both tired, sore and irritable, and arguing over who did more (lol) and if he hit me with a wet paintbrush, I probably would have punched him in the head. I'm sure he would have done the same to me too. I actually did bump into the wet wall and I was all bummed cause I had a paint butt. It's not all it's cracked up to be I tell you. There's paint everywhere, it stinks and it makes your kid and your cat sick. After I'm done with it, my friend Rhonda tells me she likes to paint. Ack! Maybe next time I paint I will invite her over, maybe we can have a movie music moment.
***Definition of Movie Music by Jenn: Let's go with the Rocky movies for starters. You're going through the movie when all of a sudden he starts his training for the big fight. They play the music and flash back and forth between Rocky and his craptastic no money training, and his opponent who has it all. You already know Rocky is gonna beat the shit out of him after getting his own ass kicked around a bit, but the movie music moment shows his determination. Or we could go with the Romantic Comedy. They could like each other or hate each other before the movie music, but by the end of it they are madly in love. You see them out frolicking, skipping, jumping, eating ice cream, playing football, taking pictures of each other...whatever. The whole relationship is built in 45 seconds or so and no actors had to talk at all. Easy right?
Anyhow, now that all the painting and frustration that goes with it is long over, I can joke about it, and think back on it fondly. Riiight. We did have built in Ipod movie music, but it didn't seem to help. Oh well, maybe next time! (We'll hire someone to do it!)
Much love and smoochies!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Murderous Psycho?
So, I did something to my monitor that makes all the text itty bitty small. Or some setting, probably not the monitor. I'll ask Bob later. In any case, I can't really read over to edit after I'm done, so what I type is what you get.
Last night, I got really freaked out by something. I want to tell you, that this is not one of my stories where I try to freak everyone around me out. For one thing, I'm not there to see your reaction, so if it was a ploy for freak out factor, it would be ruined for me. Ruined!
Anyhow, last night I was taking out the garbage. I was heading back up the walk to my house when I hear a noise. A very whispery hissy noise. Hhhhahhhhh-ssssh-sh-sh-shshhhhhhh. I turned toward the sound and there was a guy standing on the sidewalk looking at me. He was holding one hand up as if to tell me to stop. My heart ramped up to about 10,000 beats per minute and I rushed my ass in the house and locked the door. My heart actually just got going again typing that.
It might not seem that freaky, but imagine yourself in that situation. I can't seem to describe it any better then that either. Grr!
I'm a scary movie watcher. Like many others, I groan at the parts that try too hard, and jump at the good ones. The ones that get me the most though are about crazy people either killing or doing crazy things to 'normal' people. 'Cause I know there are crazy people out there, whereas, previously dead people in the form of ghosts, zombies etc...I'm still a skeptic. When I see one, then those movies will probably scare me more. Same goes for genetically mutated, on purpose or otherwise people.
Hey, at least I didn't turn to freaky sound guy and say, "Hey! What was that about huh?" and start walking toward him. That would have been scary movie fodder. The guy could have been trying to freak me out, or maybe he was a crazy gut that thought he was a sprinkler. I really can't say. I can say, it was not the sprinkler, so don't suggest it! In any case, when I looked at that person, I didn't get a "Oh, he's just on the phone with someone." or a "Holy shit, that guy thinks he's a sprinkler! Ha!" vibe at all. It really just scared the crap out of me.
Anyway, Bob went outside and looked around and the guy was nowhere to be found.
So...what do you think?
Last night, I got really freaked out by something. I want to tell you, that this is not one of my stories where I try to freak everyone around me out. For one thing, I'm not there to see your reaction, so if it was a ploy for freak out factor, it would be ruined for me. Ruined!
Anyhow, last night I was taking out the garbage. I was heading back up the walk to my house when I hear a noise. A very whispery hissy noise. Hhhhahhhhh-ssssh-sh-sh-shshhhhhhh. I turned toward the sound and there was a guy standing on the sidewalk looking at me. He was holding one hand up as if to tell me to stop. My heart ramped up to about 10,000 beats per minute and I rushed my ass in the house and locked the door. My heart actually just got going again typing that.
It might not seem that freaky, but imagine yourself in that situation. I can't seem to describe it any better then that either. Grr!
I'm a scary movie watcher. Like many others, I groan at the parts that try too hard, and jump at the good ones. The ones that get me the most though are about crazy people either killing or doing crazy things to 'normal' people. 'Cause I know there are crazy people out there, whereas, previously dead people in the form of ghosts, zombies etc...I'm still a skeptic. When I see one, then those movies will probably scare me more. Same goes for genetically mutated, on purpose or otherwise people.
Hey, at least I didn't turn to freaky sound guy and say, "Hey! What was that about huh?" and start walking toward him. That would have been scary movie fodder. The guy could have been trying to freak me out, or maybe he was a crazy gut that thought he was a sprinkler. I really can't say. I can say, it was not the sprinkler, so don't suggest it! In any case, when I looked at that person, I didn't get a "Oh, he's just on the phone with someone." or a "Holy shit, that guy thinks he's a sprinkler! Ha!" vibe at all. It really just scared the crap out of me.
Anyway, Bob went outside and looked around and the guy was nowhere to be found.
So...what do you think?
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Upchucks
I picked up Dakota and we went to the grocery for chili stuff. He picked up a clothespin somewhere and was cracking himself up by sticking it on my shirt sleeve while I did the funky chicken trying to get it to fly off, and make him crack up of course. So, I am flapping my arms wildly in the car while making some stupid noise, and he is laughing and hiccuping and then burps, which makes us both laugh, 'cause you know potty humor really is still funny, no matter what anyone says.
Next thing I know he's yarking in the car again. Ahhh gaaah grooosssss. So we clean it up and I'm actually pretty ok, even though he's telling me all about how it was pizza from lunch. Erg.
We get inside and I am trying to put groceries away while he is still attacking me with the clothespin. You'd think I would learn, but it's too hard to resist making him laugh that real laugh. So, he ends up rolling around on the floor, and I tell him, "Ok, that's enough, time to calm dow-"
----and he's jumping up and puking in the sink. Feck! Again I am impressively doing alright.
Until.
The smell wafts up from the sink. Oh jeez, I am about to be right next to him puking in the same sink. I head towards the bathroom while making hurk hurk hurk yaaaaark! noises. Oh, it was close. Ick, I made it though. No yarking for me.
I had to cover my nose and mouth to rinse the stuff down the sink, and of course Kota's puke was chunky, so I had to scoop some out.....Nasty huh? I obviously thought so, because I am dry heaving the whole time. Hehe, good thing I am in a decent mood, or else I'd be kinda miserable right now. I hate that close to puking feeling. Huuurk. :p
Anyhow, I am happy about the stove, but the maintenance guy let it slip that they aren't planning on replacing the carpet, which according to our original lease should have been done 2 years ago. That could be interesting. I'm willing to let it go though, just to make it easier on us to move out of here. :) I do like how they replace one of the things we've been complaining about for 6 + months right when rent is due. hehe. :p
Anyway chickadees, I'm gonna run and get something to eat...that just grossed me out a bit, but dang, I am starving! See ya'll later, hug, smoochies and all that fun stuff!~
Next thing I know he's yarking in the car again. Ahhh gaaah grooosssss. So we clean it up and I'm actually pretty ok, even though he's telling me all about how it was pizza from lunch. Erg.
We get inside and I am trying to put groceries away while he is still attacking me with the clothespin. You'd think I would learn, but it's too hard to resist making him laugh that real laugh. So, he ends up rolling around on the floor, and I tell him, "Ok, that's enough, time to calm dow-"
----and he's jumping up and puking in the sink. Feck! Again I am impressively doing alright.
Until.
The smell wafts up from the sink. Oh jeez, I am about to be right next to him puking in the same sink. I head towards the bathroom while making hurk hurk hurk yaaaaark! noises. Oh, it was close. Ick, I made it though. No yarking for me.
I had to cover my nose and mouth to rinse the stuff down the sink, and of course Kota's puke was chunky, so I had to scoop some out.....Nasty huh? I obviously thought so, because I am dry heaving the whole time. Hehe, good thing I am in a decent mood, or else I'd be kinda miserable right now. I hate that close to puking feeling. Huuurk. :p
Anyhow, I am happy about the stove, but the maintenance guy let it slip that they aren't planning on replacing the carpet, which according to our original lease should have been done 2 years ago. That could be interesting. I'm willing to let it go though, just to make it easier on us to move out of here. :) I do like how they replace one of the things we've been complaining about for 6 + months right when rent is due. hehe. :p
Anyway chickadees, I'm gonna run and get something to eat...that just grossed me out a bit, but dang, I am starving! See ya'll later, hug, smoochies and all that fun stuff!~
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sacred Bovine
I am officially a Nip/Tuck addict. Sigh. I watched the first 3 seasons on DvD pretty much back to back. I missed quite a bit of the 2nd season, and all of the 3rd except for one or 2 episodes the first time around. Thank goodness for DVR, 'cause now I don't have to remember to watch a show at a certain time. It's virtually impossible for me to do so. Anyhow, season 4 was pretty lame compared to the first three, but this season is to be 22, count them, 22 episodes. I'm all excited. Go go October 30th!
This morning I opened the garbage can to put something in it, and Holy Cow, I could see the green stinky wavy lines coming out of it. (Ha, I just noticed I capitalized 'holy cow'...it's an entity of proper noun proportions!) Seriously though, I have no idea what was in there, I don't think the bag was in there very long, maybe a day and a half. It wasn't even full, but it smelled as if some small furry creature fell into it and perished days ago. Ugh. I dry heaved taking the bag out of the can. /cry. Good Morning! I prefer a cup of coffee to wake me up to tell you the truth. :p
I'm jamming to a Rob Thomas song, and I am slightly ashamed...hey who cares, I like it! :)
My cat is crawling all over the keyboard and my dog keeps knocking my feet off my footstool trying to lay under my legs. Not conducive to neat blogging.
I did have something to say here...give me some time and I may recall it.
I went grocery shopping in the rain today. It wasn't raining in the grocery store, but it was on the outside. I didn't have a choice, it rained all dang day. I guess we could have chewed on some cereal boxes for dinner or something, but I really wanted chili. Mmm, it's in the crock pot right now. eYay! Speaking of massive caloric intake....I quit drinking soda, and cut a good bit of sugar out of my general daily diet, and guess what? I lost 5 pounds without having to do anything else. Which is good, 'cause I don't like to sweat or do 'exercise'. I like to do things outside and don't mind getting all sweaty then, but it's different. I don't like being on a bike or treadmill to nowhere getting all sweaty in my abode or any other enclosed space. I feel like an epileptic crow trying to do any kind of aerobics. Except for Tae Bo, that's not too bad. Then I feel like I could kick Billy Banks tushie if I wanted to. Anyhow. Soda is bad. I swear I was addicted to that stuff, I couldn't quit it for the longest time. I guess I just love my vices too much. :p
Have you ever just had an epiphany in life? I did recently. I have to say, it feels great to change something in your life or circumstances that has/have been bad for you, and make it good for you instead. I have to say, it's cool getting older. I'm not saying I am old (and don't you dare tell me I am either!) but there's things you can only learn through time and experience of different things that help you make better choices or life decisions...or whatever. Just know, that I feel great about my life and everyone in it right now, it feels like things are right where they should be. Which is an awesome feeling. I hope I keep on going in that direction, keep on learning, and changing in better ways.
Schmoopy Doopy!
Just had to say that to lighten up the mood again.
I think I'm done. I still have that niggling feeling there was something I wanted to say, if I remember it, I'll blog it tomorrow. If not, I'll write again sometime soon!
P.S. Adam, it is so not fair how badly you kicked my arse in Fantasy Football. Kara, I am afraid of you and your cans o' whoopass. I have a feeling I'm going to be canned. :p
This morning I opened the garbage can to put something in it, and Holy Cow, I could see the green stinky wavy lines coming out of it. (Ha, I just noticed I capitalized 'holy cow'...it's an entity of proper noun proportions!) Seriously though, I have no idea what was in there, I don't think the bag was in there very long, maybe a day and a half. It wasn't even full, but it smelled as if some small furry creature fell into it and perished days ago. Ugh. I dry heaved taking the bag out of the can. /cry. Good Morning! I prefer a cup of coffee to wake me up to tell you the truth. :p
I'm jamming to a Rob Thomas song, and I am slightly ashamed...hey who cares, I like it! :)
My cat is crawling all over the keyboard and my dog keeps knocking my feet off my footstool trying to lay under my legs. Not conducive to neat blogging.
I did have something to say here...give me some time and I may recall it.
I went grocery shopping in the rain today. It wasn't raining in the grocery store, but it was on the outside. I didn't have a choice, it rained all dang day. I guess we could have chewed on some cereal boxes for dinner or something, but I really wanted chili. Mmm, it's in the crock pot right now. eYay! Speaking of massive caloric intake....I quit drinking soda, and cut a good bit of sugar out of my general daily diet, and guess what? I lost 5 pounds without having to do anything else. Which is good, 'cause I don't like to sweat or do 'exercise'. I like to do things outside and don't mind getting all sweaty then, but it's different. I don't like being on a bike or treadmill to nowhere getting all sweaty in my abode or any other enclosed space. I feel like an epileptic crow trying to do any kind of aerobics. Except for Tae Bo, that's not too bad. Then I feel like I could kick Billy Banks tushie if I wanted to. Anyhow. Soda is bad. I swear I was addicted to that stuff, I couldn't quit it for the longest time. I guess I just love my vices too much. :p
Have you ever just had an epiphany in life? I did recently. I have to say, it feels great to change something in your life or circumstances that has/have been bad for you, and make it good for you instead. I have to say, it's cool getting older. I'm not saying I am old (and don't you dare tell me I am either!) but there's things you can only learn through time and experience of different things that help you make better choices or life decisions...or whatever. Just know, that I feel great about my life and everyone in it right now, it feels like things are right where they should be. Which is an awesome feeling. I hope I keep on going in that direction, keep on learning, and changing in better ways.
Schmoopy Doopy!
Just had to say that to lighten up the mood again.
I think I'm done. I still have that niggling feeling there was something I wanted to say, if I remember it, I'll blog it tomorrow. If not, I'll write again sometime soon!
P.S. Adam, it is so not fair how badly you kicked my arse in Fantasy Football. Kara, I am afraid of you and your cans o' whoopass. I have a feeling I'm going to be canned. :p
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Manzanilla
Hello-hello again, sha-boom, sha-boom!
I went to the grocery store today to just get TP, coffee and milk. Mmm. That's my kinda shopping list. Anyhow, I also had to pick up a jar of spanish olives.
Why?
'Cause they are the yum.
I saw them on the shelf on sale for the usual Thanksgiving relish dish, but I say screw the relish dish! Give me a fork and a jar of olives! Oh the freedom!
Ahem.
On the jar it says they are 'thrown spanish olives'. I'm sure that has something to do with there being a hole in them with the little pieces of pimento goodness stuffed inside. But, and you know there's a but in there, I can't help but imagine a spanish olive raising family, pelting olives at each other before lovingly placing them one at a time into each jar. Ahh, so wonderful.
On to Manzanilla! The Olives also say 'Manzanilla' on the jar. Since I really don't know what that means, (but I will as soon as I look it up) what immediately came to mind was: Vanilla man godzilla thing.
Or maybe a Vanilla Man wafer.
Actual meaning: The Manzanillas are smaller than the Queen olives. The size in which the Manzanilla olives are classified are as follows: 180/200, 200/220, 240/269, 280/300, and 340/360. These numbers represent the numbers of olives which are contained in a kilo (i.e. 240/260 means that a kilo will contain approximately 250 Manzanilla olives). Manzanilla olives are sold in the proportion of 80% stuffed with peppers, 10% without stone, and 10% with stone.
There is also a La Manzanilla in Mexico. Who knew?
I like Vanilla Man Godzilla thing better, or the man wafer. Woot!
Oh, and just to shatter another olive fantasy : "Place" packing is when the olives are arranged in layers in the jar, showing the pimiento stuffing. "Thrown" packing is as one would imagine, when the olives are put in the jars as they fall, then covered with brine and sealed
It sucks being wrong! My olives were just thrown in all willy nilly.
Amazingly enough, I really had nothing else to say. :p
I went to the grocery store today to just get TP, coffee and milk. Mmm. That's my kinda shopping list. Anyhow, I also had to pick up a jar of spanish olives.
Why?
'Cause they are the yum.
I saw them on the shelf on sale for the usual Thanksgiving relish dish, but I say screw the relish dish! Give me a fork and a jar of olives! Oh the freedom!
Ahem.
On the jar it says they are 'thrown spanish olives'. I'm sure that has something to do with there being a hole in them with the little pieces of pimento goodness stuffed inside. But, and you know there's a but in there, I can't help but imagine a spanish olive raising family, pelting olives at each other before lovingly placing them one at a time into each jar. Ahh, so wonderful.
On to Manzanilla! The Olives also say 'Manzanilla' on the jar. Since I really don't know what that means, (but I will as soon as I look it up) what immediately came to mind was: Vanilla man godzilla thing.
Or maybe a Vanilla Man wafer.
Actual meaning: The Manzanillas are smaller than the Queen olives. The size in which the Manzanilla olives are classified are as follows: 180/200, 200/220, 240/269, 280/300, and 340/360. These numbers represent the numbers of olives which are contained in a kilo (i.e. 240/260 means that a kilo will contain approximately 250 Manzanilla olives). Manzanilla olives are sold in the proportion of 80% stuffed with peppers, 10% without stone, and 10% with stone.
There is also a La Manzanilla in Mexico. Who knew?
I like Vanilla Man Godzilla thing better, or the man wafer. Woot!
Oh, and just to shatter another olive fantasy : "Place" packing is when the olives are arranged in layers in the jar, showing the pimiento stuffing. "Thrown" packing is as one would imagine, when the olives are put in the jars as they fall, then covered with brine and sealed
It sucks being wrong! My olives were just thrown in all willy nilly.
Amazingly enough, I really had nothing else to say. :p
Friday, February 15, 2008
Lost...
I am extremely tired today. Strange because I went to bed somewhat early. Oh well.
I have -Lost- seasons 2 and 3 sitting here just begging me to watch them. I'm serious. The discs are making little sad mewling noises, "Please, oh, please Jenn, watch us! Watch us, we feel so lonely confined in this box! Just take out Disc One, you can stop with just one. Just one disc!" And then I'm trapped! Miserable conniving discs! I have to hang my head in shame at my lack of self control.
No new news on school yet. I go back this coming Wednesday to do some more stuff. I'll let you know then what is up.
Ok I'm off. I'm going to get some coffee made and either fall asleep on the couch or watch Lost. Hey it's Friday, I am allowed, no, compelled, to be a lazy person!
Smoochies!
Jenn
Friday, February 8, 2008
Dance like no one is watching...
.....
Dakota caught me dancing upstairs while I was putting away laundry. I had my headphones on, and I was singing all kinds of tone-deaf like and being a hoodrat-hoodrat hoochie momma. Well, not really, but close enough.
He says, "What are you DOING?!" Like I am making a home-made bomb in the basement or something. Yeah, a bomb-diggity! (snicker)
I tried to make him dance with me, and he kind of snuck away. None of my men folk like to dance much. Bummer.
Anyhow, hope you all are having a Hoochie Mamma Bomb Diggity day!
Muah,
Jenn
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