The PickleOs

Wierdness! i got tagged!

2006-11-24T20:42:00.000-08:00

6 wierd things about me.

1. I adore my husband's eyebrows. I like to pull on them and smooth them down. Sometimes I just stare at all the hair on my hubby's face...

2. I like to eat lemons with my popcorn. I like salt on my lemons, salt is good on popcorn...

3. I make my husband "tuck me in" when I go to sleep. He stays up later than me and I must have a goodnight kiss and pillow time, before he is free to be a night owl.

4. I can squeeze my belly together and make it look like I have a butt on my stomach. Or cleavage, use yer imagination on that one! lmao

5. I sortof learned to ride a bicycle on my honeymoon. I rode into a garage sale, and the garage.

6. I don't like to eat Hot Spicy food... and I'm Spanish Mexican American. .. I couldn't tell you how to cook with chilies much less know what 's what.

Now I got to tag 6 other people and tell them to leave a comment on my blog and stuff and make em tag 6 other people or they will go poof and turn into dust bunnies!

I will try to do that but I don't know if I know 6 different people to tag! Geez

Wow!
Headless
JustPat
Chargoo
Kevmo
Sethward

What A Bunch of Turkeys

2006-11-24T20:37:00.000-08:00

Hey - happy Tday. We been celebraten. Missed my Dad so much yesterday. Woke up and just sobbed in my pillow. The rest of the day went better- Thank God for distractions. Today we had second Thanksgiving and I made a turkey dinner and such. We went to see BORAT. Please save your money and just trust me that the movie is a waste of mental space. I am sad that I spent money on such crap. Flushed Away on the other hand was a great family movie and I was glad to have seen it. Uhm, lot's too say but sleep deprived and must make second entry about wierdness

Fullness

2006-11-16T05:02:00.000-08:00

Hey I have orientation at Williams & Sonoma tonight. Heh. I will be on my best behaviour but one never knows!

Things going on in our lives. Lots. Lots.Lots!
We have been busy.

We built a deck. Floyd ( our dog) went to meet his maker. We carpeted living room and stairs. I painted ( with Seth's help) and re-arranged the dining room. Seth worked on stripping paint in archway between living room and dining room. We repoly-ed the wood floors in living room and dining room. We adopted a 6 month old puppy. She has been in the animal hospital for the last 2 days with pnuemonia. Seth has his 35 birthday on Friday and we will have a shin dig on Saturday. I have surrendered the reigns of Thanksgiving dinner to my Mother in Law and have withdrawls. Somewhere in all this chaos my car needed repair, I lost another 3 pounds toward the baby goal, and I have begun the planning stages for dream in gastronomia.
Yeah, I need to breathe! I've missed ya'll stop in and say hello sometime!

And call it Macaroni

2006-10-14T04:32:00.000-07:00

So I have been off trying to figure out my self. So far I have uncovered some interesting things...

Dr. Dave- my therapist is pretty cool and I see him once a week for my hour long Trauma Parfait and Recovery session. I show up and cry a lot and wonder why I'm crying so much. Then I get a flash of lightening insight and try to figure out if there is any hope for breaking my patterns of destruction. It's like trying to make a dish without knowing all the ingredients or using a recipe. I think I am dealing with some simmering mom issues and that pretty much pisses me off. I mean how many times does one need to go over this Sh*t?! It's painful and I wish I could just get over it all ready, but dang it like a million splinters and everytime I try to pluck it out it just goes deeper and festers. On a shiny note:

Last week I had a shiny glimmer of a dream, culinary school or something. Seth went out and bought me an expensive-ass SHUN KNIFE for GOD'S SAKE! I won't say how much it costs but damn I was surprised. I went on a food prep frenzy and then he hedged and hawed about Williams & Sonoma hiring for the holiday season.. We went in the next day and I boldly went where so many have gone before. I applied for a job at the mall.

Okay, I applied for a job at Williams & Sonoma! lmao!

If you don't know about http://www.williams-sonoma.com then you are not a Foodie and I must go fast and pray for your Foodie Soul. I being a dork, but dang!

So yesterday I had the glory of participating in the lovely group interview. I felt like I was in college- insecure and disappointed in life in general. ( sez alot about my thinking huh?) I got to see behind the curtain and witness the sensous cavern of the stockroom. It was like Dante's Inferno back there! Walls stacked high with product and lovely lovely product. I swooned and knocked off a whisk from it's perch on the endcap of a shelving unit. I trembled and felt awe and sadness.

Why would I be disappointed? I think it has to do with the idea that they want warm bodies for the holidays and then they throw you back into the water... Or maybe it's the concept that if I ran a store as wonderful as WS that I would take some interest in the quality control of who I hired. I know I am a snot. I think I just imagined it would be different to be hired at WS than like say... being hired at a grocery store. I wanted pedigree. Dumb me.

The Deconstruction of what happened and my reaction:

I think this job means more to me than normal. I'm trying to make a change and trying to prove to myself that it's worth it somehow. I just threw away 10 years of crap. I am so afraid of getting more crap. I have a deep need to feel superior or think I am superior already and people disappoint me constantly. This depresses me. I feel abandoned by my Mom's inability to not compete with me in everything and just accept me . I feel angry that I am excited about working in a mall. I feel afraid that I will over-do it and start that evil pattern of being perfect and dominating everything everyone pissing people off, etc. I feel broken.

Phew, anyway. I think I'll take a break and work on the ol' elliptical trainer. I think I have some calories to burn, or something, my head is too swollen for comfort right now!

Meditating on my nature

2006-09-28T07:05:00.000-07:00

Can you see me? I am the ladybug on the tennis ball on the stick! You tell me me what you think it means! *Taken at the Fulton Heights Community Garden.

Re-working the pattern

2006-09-28T06:42:00.000-07:00

I have spent some time just letting myself dream a teeny weeny little bit. Maybe it was when I was going through all the cooking mags and loose recipes I've collected. Maybe it was reading about Wow's trip to GB Russo's... Or maybe it's all the damn Food Network I watch as I go about my mental breakdown throughout the day!

See I am not just a food junkie. I adore the process of cooking, presenting food, and what got me into weight trouble- eating. I have tons of Cooking Light magazines and a nice little collection of cookbooks, and Everyday Food magazine, and Real Simple, and Gourmet and Fine Dining and well... you get the picture. I am a William & Sonoma wannabe, a Foodie-Pseudo enthusiast, a serveware whore*. (*I like all the little plates, special glasses, spoons, bowls and crap to serve and present food on.) When I wander about Grand Rapids and think about what my life has turned into and consider the "trauma parfait" that I call my soul I consider the few things that I remember make me happy.

I love to feed people. I love cooking. I love dishes. I like hearing people sip and crunch and aah! Beeeelch over good food. I like introducing people to favorite restaurants and watching them light up over a sampling of an entre or try a sumptuous dessert. I like collecting spices and trying to figure out what goes with what. I like surprising people with what I create.

So I've been thinking. What about Culinary School? Maybe I could have a little mini W&S shop or run a bistro? Or start up a catering business or be a personal chef or something? I have a lot of crap to learn that is for sure and for now it's just a spark of a dream. a glitter square. a glimmer on the pond. a single sprinkle on the parfait. Right now there is so much to wait on though and I am scared. We've decided that we aren't moving until after some major stuff happens. Like my grandpa is dying and I kinda am not ready to leave Michigan yet. Maybe it's good for me to just focus on this little thing for now. Stick to sorting through my mags, getting my recipes in order, cutting out pictures of my dream kitchen and making a list of my dream appliances and gadgets. Just try to keep this stuff in my pocket and not on my sleeve... not let it or me float off anywhere... Phew.... crash landing on the flight pattern there!

Doing a little raindance

2006-09-25T16:30:00.000-07:00

25 days since I left my job. I am in recovery. I started a painting the other day. Took some pictures, too. Did some cooking. Some shopping. Some housework.

I feel lost.

I reviewed about a hundred recipes going through my cooking magazines. I finished watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer until the finale. I cried like a baby when Spike died. I cried like a baby knowing that Buffy got her life back. What can I say? I've been a little emotional. Okay I've been crazy emotional. Emotional like I am in persistent PMS mode emotional. My therapist says I'm okay though. I don't need meds (yet). Seth says he sees improvement. Seth is insane with putting up with my mood swings!

Went to see an amazing movie last night. Little Miss Sunshine. I gotta say, those reviewers at EW really suck rotten potatoes or something. They are such retards- they were so wrong about this film. This film was beautiful and witty and hilarious and I laughed very hard. So hard my zipper slipped down on my jeans hard. SO hard that I almost farted popcorn with joy! Ok maybe not that hard. . . I did laugh though. I did laugh loud. It was worth it to see. I mean the movie, not me laughing. I also cried. Just so you know. I cried. I sniffled and sucked in my breath. Of course I also almost wacked the dumb cow with the cell phone sitting behind me with my water bottle. Stupid woman. Stupid cow of a woman. I shouldn't insult cows. Yiick.

Yeah, my life has been really full since I don't go to work anymore- err bullshit. It has been full. just not fullfilling. Just not a job. This break so far is really not all that it's cracked up to be, I mean when I run into people they act all jealous and bitchy with me. Say things to me like, I wish I could quit my job! Snark. or they say, I wish my husband would make me quit my job! snarky snark. Then the eye roll and the snarl. I then feel all ashamed and want to crawl into a hole. Then I go see my therapist and he listens to me. I start to tell him how I feel. Yes I am very honest and self aware as I review my suffering. I then talk about how I feel like I have these huge holes ripped out of me and I don't know how to fill them up. How I have spent the last 10 years dealing with people's pain and assorted bullshit and I just want someone to acknowledge that I happen to be in pain too. I have pain too Goddammit! Asshole people! Then we talk about how I am needing to disengage right now because I really I feel like everyone wants a piece of me and it sets off my emotional triggers. Then I go home as sob some more and do some housework.

For shits and giggles I listen to country music. I happen to like country music. It has this amazing quality of soothing me. I like all of it, even the crappy rockypop stuff. Even the crappy lyrics- yes even the twang even the drawl. I was in the shower the other day and I like to change the station from talk radio to country - Seth just luuuuvs it when I do that! And I was singing along and then this song came on about some love lost or some nonsense and I found myself all curled up in the shower sobbing and singing the lyrics. I am not kidding I was crying about the story in the song. There I am acting all high school freshman over the dang song and not two seconds later I was all WHOOWHEEE Shut my mouth! Slap my grandma! All happy singing Honkeytonk Pedonkadonk with Trace Atkins and all Wontcha paint me a Birmigham? and all When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me.... I seriously need a hobbie! So folks. Go Country music! Maybe I better get back to blogging...

TMI

2006-08-16T05:44:00.000-07:00

It's been quiet around PickleO land. I have a UTI and have been sleeping as much as possible. The whole I have to Pee all the durn time! and then I FEEL like I have to Pee when I'm not already P-ing. I'm on an antibiotic-eeeeh sucks. Makes me tired and nauseous. On news of the wierd... my ma is actually considering road tripping it to Texas with me in the next couple weeks. Like Thelma & Louise who went before us, I am wondering if it all is a huge mistake. Aah well. One infection at a time!

Pilates and Therapy

2006-08-11T08:24:00.000-07:00

More pilates last night. But just before my instructor came over; Seth & I had a huge, humongous fight. Like I am kicking and punching him fight. Yeah, I know. I am evil. Seth is great, but he pushed me on a subject that I didn't know was so raw.
My insides felt like hamburger. Once I calmed down I tried to find my center and focus on the fact that I would be doing pilates very shortly and I needed to relax.

So, Torey shows up and I put up a good facade, I'm good at that. Somewhere during my 100s she asks me if I am ok and I tell her. She says I'm a bullshitter. Yep. We get to talking about the fight and the next thing I am a sobbing mess. This seems to be turning into more than pilates, but therapy. I tell her I really need to go see a counselor because I am fraying apart. So tired of being frayed girl! She recommends someone. I think, Geez, I even have hang ups about going to my old counselor. Yikes!

The stunning conclusion is that I am grievig my dad and now I am grieving my mom. No she's not dead- not in life anyway. She just hasn't ever been a mom to me. With all this change we are embracing, I want my mommy to talk to and to care for me. But I don't have one. She is not the nurturing type. So I am pissed and sad and lonely for her. I am also pissed and sad that as a grown up I doubt myself all the time. I think it's because of being a child of an alcoholic and having to be the authority to defective parents when you're only 6 years old. I didn't have parents to guide me in life and that is effing retarded. I feel effing retarded!
What to do what to do? I blog. I read. I practice pilates. Anyway, now that I write all this stuff down I feel stupid. It is Friday and I have 15 days of my job to go and I want to be happy about it! Instead I'm just scared.

Seth says he knew he was pushing me, but he didn't know why. I think that somewhere in his spirit he sees that I need to get a grip on this mommy & daddy stuff. So get a grip Janay! Get a freaking grip already!

Fortune telling

2006-08-09T11:53:00.000-07:00

Some of you know that Seth & I are quitting our jobs and possibly moving to Texas. Yeah. Moving to Texas. I dunno. I can't really write all the details for it because it is very personal but needless to say our reasons are good.

Anyway, one thing about it is I am very nervous for the whole thing. It's a big change and there is some stuff going on with my family here- mainly gramps being on his last legs, our dog Floyd also on his last legs and my tolerance to stay at work on its last legs. There's reasons why I've been tense! Geez!

Soooo yesterday I waded through some emotion and thoughts. See: Passion Post and I figured I needed to relax. Bingo, I have pilates class! So I focused and stretched and worked those butt muscles and belly jelly muscles. When it was all said and done I felt lots better. Watched some tv with Seth and went to bed.

I dreamed I was on a highway. There were some spare trees and I was in a bronco or some type of SUV. I don't know who was driving. but I was in the back taking in all the scenery. My dad climbed over the seat and sat in back with me. He was excitedly telling me about all the places we would visit and showing me stuff outside the vehicle's window. He made me smile. I asked him if we would get a chance to drive up to San Antonio the next day. He looked at me with a warm face and huge smile and he says, " SO you think you can really live here? " Then I woke up.

I got this idea in my head that I should drive to Texas with my mom. That there is some secret that I need to unravel there and she is the key and Texas is the starting point. I called her today and she chuckled. She says I probably just got the dream in my head because we were talking about visiting Ohio ( where I was born). I told her it felt different, that I hadn't had a dream like that in a long time and that Dad being in it felt- special. I didn't go all holy spirit or prophetic on her- she wouldn't understand that, but I felt keen that God was trying to tell me- show me something and I needed to pay attention. It was spooky in a Jesus sort of way. I didn't tell mom about the going to Texas part, the timing felt off. I am going to pray about it instead. Maybe it was the ice cream sandwich I ate before bed. Maybe...

My problem with passion

2006-08-08T07:25:00.000-07:00

So Steve asked me, : You Paint? and my response was yes.
Yes I paint and sculpt and draw and play with montage and beaded jewelry and sew purses, I like to take pictures on my digital camera, etc etc. ..

Once upon a time I identified myself as an artist. When I was a kid I learned to draw trucks and smurfs and Conan Fantasy figures. I even did purty horses and flowers; thanks to my aunt's Eva & Sarah who taught me to love nature work.

I loved Art class! I had the same teacher all through school up until graduation- I didn't know that she crippled me as an artist, but it's too late to get into all that. Anyway, I was an intense artist- I drew on everything I could find. I liked to create stuff and make stuff and pretend. As I grew up I developed this idea about what artists where like. Don't ask me how, because I grew up on a farm and isolated. In high school I played a role- the mature grown up artist. I stopped drawing fanstasy figures and designing clothes. I wanted to be a classic artist and create "real" art and not the modern crap that was so guache. In college I turned down U of M Art school and went to a small Christian college. I was self destructive and looking for God, but I loved to chain smoke & drink and be all destructive and listen to NIN and Tool while I worked and be all gloomy and crap like that. I thought that was all part of being creative and artsy. I am so dumb. I got myself into a nice spiral of compulsive drinking that I called alcoholism so I could get into AA and I liked to use pot and speed to get me in the sour frantic mood of work. It helped that in my mind I had my own personal soundtrack provided by the Cure and that I am a Virgo. So rebel without a clue! But by God I had PASSION!

Now, I like Passion just as much as the next person, but I am cautious about the implications. Probably because I demonstrated so little control of my own passion. I struggle with the idea of not having control. I need to have control and being passionate is the opposite of having control - isn't it?

It has been my experience too that passionate people, artistic people can be a selfish, ego driven lot. They are not even-tempered, they are highly combustable. They rely on flambouyance and are notorious visonaries (read snake oil salesmen). I know this is a harsh opinion- I know! I'm being judgemental etc. I can only speak for my own personal experience- not that I haven't reflected these same qualities myself in the pursuit of my muse. So you can yell at me later- but I include myself in that description.

I admit I also love those qualities that some artists have to sweep you up in their catharsis and lift you into uber-emotion with the things they create, the things they say the things, they build. It's like finding a conduit to experience orgasm. There is a quiet rush that fills your spirit and then the heat and then POW! you're so exhilarated that you want to cry out or scream or just tremble. It is a beautiful exquisite thing. Pable Neruda can do that to me with his poetry. John Hopper can do that to me with his paintings- or the latest painter I have found, Brenda Clark. I look at her work and I want to writhe with energy. And it's landscapes! Music does that to me, I listen to Ray LaMontagne or The Postal Service or Patty Griffith and I feel powerful emotions. I laugh I cry I dream. These are the positive things about Passion - But the negative things keep me afraid. It's addicting - a drug. I used to want to pick up a knife or a razor and slice my self up to release the emotion - too much stimulation too much reality and I wanted out. I couldn't bear disappointment if I couldn't sculpt that arm or thigh just right. If my paint wouldn't blend well or if I got impatient and didn't prepare that paper surface well -resulting in scratchy or sueded spots on my water color. Or if my prof didn't get what I was trying to "say". Maybe passion is for the mature. I appreciate it in a different way, now that I am older. Maybe passion is waisted on the youth. I dunno. My problem with Passion is that I long for it; but I am afraid of what it did to me, and I've been hurt by passionate people. People that I saw as mentors and saviors. And I need to be saved to badly.

Little things mean a lot

2006-08-07T15:49:00.000-07:00

Went up North this weekend to Gramps. He was in the hospital for a leg infection Wednesday night. It was a good trip. He a little fighter, but I think he will have to be supervised. So does the rest of the family. It makes me sad to see him lose his independance. Got home safe and snug, but...
I find that I have crazy anxiety though. Mom gave me a beatiful sachet bowl from Grandma and a couple of her embroidered kerchifs. I have 4 weeks left until I am done and all I can say for myself is I am soo tired. I don't wanna work anymore.

When I finally stop work, I have this big canvas I think I want to paint on. Yep.

Freaky Fans United!

2006-08-03T14:18:00.000-07:00

The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.

But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.

Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski

If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?

People weren't meant to sit in cubicles... a few years ago I would even have added Heathers and Edward Scissorhands to my list- would- heck they're so on my list! Even now I can truly say Seth has evolved my movie madness- I would add Eating Raoul, Raising Arizona, Shaolin Soccer - Thank you Seth. Alas there are those who have also influenced me with your wierdo cinematic offerings- Patay- because you understand the urge to watch it over and over again, Rick & Brenda B ( I will never forget watching Basquiat or that Angel movie with you guys), and the Old Crew of SouthSide Vineyard who made watching the Princess Bride an odd sort of worship.

What's in your movie wallet?

31 DAYS! and it's not FAST enuff!

2006-08-01T06:23:00.000-07:00

WELCOME to August 1st. This month could be so great. My in-laws have their birthdays and I have my birthday and we have a garage sale to plan and it is the last month of my job. . .

July had to end with a bang!
Yesterday was a pretty decent day until around 4:30pm when I went to help translate for a client. It turned out to be a domestic violence situation. My stress level rocketed to Mars and I had to ask for help from a clerk because I could feel myself emotionally not having any control. I was so angry and so tired- I can't imagine the strength of the lady I was helping. She was a effing ROCK. I was impressed by her tenacity- this is unusual in a DV victim.

I went home and shut down. I sat in front of the computer for like 2 hours playing Big Kahuna 2 and cried and cried. I won't report the ugliness that she so casually relayed to me- it's too much. Seth came home and he calmed me down. I took a cool bath. Sitting in the tub drinking cranberry juice and reading an Anita Blake novel, I wished I could go around cutting up the bad guys like she does.

I imagined myself driving around in a kick-ass outfitted for stealth and battle jeep helping the women hunt down her vermin husband who abused her and taking him out with my firestar pistol. It would be up close; so I could see the fear in his eyes, just like he put the fear into her eyes. Then I would use a Kenpo kick and take out his nads.

When I got out of the tub I felt better. I went downstairs and flipped through channels and decided I better go to bed. It was 9:30pm. I prayed and went to sleep.

Today I go to face a family that I had to call Child Protective Services on. They suspect I made the call and are totally pissed. I can't really blame them for being pissed, but too damn bad. They are Effing up their kids with the Sh-Thole they call a house- it's a hazard. I have worked with them for 3 months trying to be kind and give them some help. Now the only help left I can offer is to involve CPS. I can't express how relieved I am to unload them on CPS. I can't express the tightness in my chest when I went to their house two weeks ago and saw that alll the work we had done was in the toilet. 3 dumpsters and you couldn't see a difference. Word. The sad thing is I know they love their kids. I know it because I've seen it. But love isn't enough. Intention isn't enough. Action is where the heart is and that just ain't happening. I don't know what will happen to this family. There is a squeak in my heart valve that says I care just a tiny bit, but the rest of me is turned off. See, I told you I needed to stop being a social worker.

Cheese, Disappointment & Recovery

2006-07-31T11:17:00.000-07:00

I love cheese. It is a wonderful thing. Bought some at the farm market Saturday.
A Dill Cheddar that is creamy and a white cheddar that is sharp and a bit hard. White cheddar tastes good with peaches. Dill Cheddar tastes good with sweet pickles. Something about the mild salty flavor and the sweet sharp sour of the pickles as it snaps in your mouth. Yum!

I find it odd that I recall the lovely texture of cheese and the process of buying it with Seth at the farm market and then feel all warm inside. The love feeling is the same isn't it? I dunno. Later in the afternoon we talked about our courting each other and how we started out as friends and learned to be lovers. I had been feeling bad because we didn't "date" or have all the gushy mushy stuff before we married. I realized that I doubted a lot of that time because of the traditional expectation of dating and courtship. We never even kissed until after we were engaged! I remember how embarassed I was about it! It was at Rivertown Mall. Geez. I was such a dork. Anyway, I spent a lot of time trying to impress Seth that I wasn't a romantic sap and hiding the bridal magazines and stuff. But really I was a sap- He asked me to forgive him for not knowing me better. I asked him to forgive me for being such a dork. I really tried to be such a tough cookie back then. Almost lost in the I'm one of the guys attitude- that can ruin a romantic relationship- cause I'm a chica not a chico. I think Saturday are meant for a little emotional house cleaning cause then you get Sundays to play and rest.

Yesterday I lounged with Seth and we had the most perfect day. Just us lazying about. I live for days like that! Sleeping in until noon and then lounging around like white trash in our PJs ( yeah- underwear- TMI) *gasp* and watching TV. I showed him how to roast an herbed chicken, make dilled green beans and together, we made mashed potatoes for a nice comfort food supper. It is so bizarre how little things like alone time together can calm my soul.

The END is near

2006-07-26T12:55:00.000-07:00

Well Peeps. Today I handed in my resignation. My Last Day is September 1st. Yeah, I know. Why stay a month when I can get the hell out now? Because I want to be gracious and because we could use the money. I am relieved and I am sad and I have a headache. Wooo Hooo.

Conquering the fear

2006-07-24T11:09:00.000-07:00

I was afraid to try really, and Just Pat encouraged me to do it. So this is the fruit of our friendship... I can post pictures now!

Two Scenes

2006-07-24T10:56:00.000-07:00

The Lighthouse View from the beach in Elberta, MI. Seth took this and I am always breathless looking at it. The day was so beautiful! And of course there is always camp breakfast.

SteveOs Got me TAGGED like a deer...

2006-07-17T11:58:00.000-07:00

1. Doll- Hispanic Barbie with the ginormous loop earrings that my Dad got me in 1983
2. Potatoe- No, P-o-t-a-t-o! I will eat them with a cat, with some cheese, with salt & butter, mashed or baked and lightly raked, with garlic powder and ground pepper- anyway you can cook them I will partake Cuz I l-o-v-e taters!
3. Oyster- ick, when I was a kid Dad said he was eating E.T. and I cried a lot- have never dared since.
4. Dog- Floyd
5. Telephone- I hate answering the phone! But I like calling people. Wierd
6. Red Toenail - Deep pink on the toes- have trouble finding a shade of red I like.

Have you ever.....

Gotten stuck in an elevator? No
Egged a person? Yes
Stalked someone to find out where they work or live? Yes Oh Yeeeesssssssssss
Spent an entire day in nothing but your underwear? Half a day or mostly the day....
Read some friends mail or other personal papers without them knowing? Yes, I am eville.
Gone Skinny Dipping? No...haven't ya'll ever heard of leeches?
Been in a fist or cat fight? Yes... on the school bus and in school

Lasts.....

Time you tripped? Today...durn flip flops
Time you cleaned the base of your toilet? Yesterday before folks came over for BBQ
Gum you had? Trident White- Cool Rush Chewed 5 times and spit it out of the car window
Pair of socks? Fuzzy two-toned pink anklets
Beverage you had? Pure American brand bottled water purchased from Walgreens 2 hours ago
Spur of the moment decision you made? Stay home an extra hour for lunch today and take a nap
Movie you watched? "Pirates of the Caribeann"...We went with Headless and ate popcorn!

What would you....

Say if your best friend told you they love you (male or female)? Give a big juicy kiss and then wipe his mouth for him and scruff his hair- My Sethward!

Right now ....
What are you wearing? Orange tee shirt, Striped purple and gold and khaki skirt, Prada glasses, and flip flops
What are you thinking? I need to quit this fricking dumb job already
What are you listening to? A Fan blowing air up my skirt.
What would you like to be listening to? The "Death Cab for Cutie" Cd Seth got me for our anniversary.
Are you annoyed by the length of this survey? Yeesh!
Are you tired? Yep
How many people in the room? The nurse in the pod next to me and a couple staffers on this side of the floor
Any cuts or bruises on your body? Yep.
Are there any animals in the room? If you include me...
Are you eating anything? Nope - stomach is tender from lunch

People who I would like to do this ... Ya'll if you want to!

The BIG Busy!

2006-07-17T11:48:00.000-07:00

Hoohah WE've had a crazy month of stuff! Ain't it always the case? So last July 7th Seth & I celebrated 5 years bean marreed. We went to Frankfort and then up the West Coast of Lake Michigan and ended up in Lelanau State Park camping on the Little Finger. It was great and there are lots of stories that I am too lazy to write. Then we came back and I hiccuped through a short week until we drove back up to Traverse City for my lil Sister's engagement party. Just want everyone out there to know that I am looking forward to our family addition- Yo Dave Randall! Thank you for giving my sister a normal last name! The day is set for Aug 4, 2007 -- y ikes.

The Party was great, too bad my Mom was in Texas. She missed it, but we took a crap load of pictures and drank a boatload of champagne and sangria ( my recipe) and ate cupcakes and junk. I was going to post some pictures-still haven't figured that out yet, but I will conquer that demon! I have a FLKR account so some yews will be getting an invite to see my purty pictures. Some of you may not. Oops.

K- I have a tagg thinf to post next that Loudbuzz has Die-rected to me so I will do that next O right? Kewl

We're BAAAAAAAAAACK!

2006-07-12T07:18:00.000-07:00

Heh Driving back in the crazy rain, I was happy to be headed for a hot shower and get cleaned up from camping last night. Will post more later!

Bummer Dude.

2006-06-29T13:22:00.000-07:00

heh, I am killing time again, but I got like 40 minutes left and I am giddy.

You Are a Warrior Soul

You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.

You don't give up. You're committed and brave.

Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.

Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.

You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.

You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.

You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.

You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

I am SHE-Ra!Or Xena?
Ya know it sort makes sense. I ALWAYS get all hyped up after an action movie. So Warrior makes sense- I mean for my soul and all... Like after I saw The Matrix, I was all over being like Trinity and the spikey shoes -hard ass- carrying guns and doin kung fu thing! After I saw Aliens, I was all about the military and space and shaving my head like the marine chic that blew herself and the bad ass MFing monsters up. After I saw Underworld I wanted a Kate Beckinsale hair cut and to walk around all stalky- I am a death dealer... blah blah blah You killed my parents... blah... After I saw Point of No Return , I always did smile at the little things Ann Bancroft rocked my Beyotch world and yeah I wanted to sport heels and kill people like Bridget Fonda did -all classy like that- plus because of her I got into Nina Simone. And after I saw Kill Bill 1 & 2== WHooo Rahhh I wanted Samurai skillz... Yep. slicing and dicing and pirouetting. After I saw Waiting to Exhale, I was all Angela Bassett rules= angry woman strength - scorned woman strength- and she cut off all her hair! Heh I actually did that when I broke up with my firstlove of my life (Daniel Lopez you still really SUCK for what you did to me even if I was unstable and young)- but that was BEFORE the movie came out. So there!

Warrior Chic- needs old soul or peacemaker soul to chill her out now.... Or maybe some cheese.

Tuesdays with Janay

2006-06-27T06:33:00.000-07:00

Drinking my Arizona Diet Peach Iced Tea and fumbling about at my desk thinking snarky thoughts, I am writing on my bloggity.

Took Seth to the Doc yesterday- he has an injured back muscle and is on short term disability for the week. Poor guy. No, he hurt himself working at stoopid Cherry St and not at our house- doing grown up stuff.... Yeesh sickos! So he is home and on drugs waiting to heal. I was very worried for him and I am actually glad he's injured so he can rest- of course being a man- he refused to take the pain killers last night and just the muscle relaxant because he didn't want to be woozy. Silly Man!

The YOB: No news on the yob front. Not worried. I am sticking to the stink hole I am in until God parts the Red Sea and shows me the land of milk and honey. Now if I could just behave myself...

Meanwhile my lil Sis has decided on a wedding day and wedding colors and wedding flowers and possible reception location. I am the maid of honor. I get to wear pale yellow. Kewl. I will look like a lemon or lemonade! :0

I am also happy that next week will be a short week and the following week will be shorter. Go Independance Day and Anniversary and Vacay Days! WhooHooo I long for the gentle waves of Lake MI and the bugs and the camp fire. I long for the smell of worms and earth and learning how to cast my new reel. Here litto fishy.

Things to say Yay!

2006-06-23T05:54:00.000-07:00

I have my porch back! It is BEYooOOTIFUUULL! I finished painting my porch lamps which I will post later- like when my digital camera gets fixed- and I have most of my living room and dining room back. I took a celebration evening last night minus Seth cuz he was working stupid late ( stupid Cherry St for making him worky so dang late) and I watched Underworld Evolution and Batman Begins. I wish they made more movies like Batman Begins because it was sooo good. That Christopher Nolan - he directed Memento - which is also a very good movie. I like him a.lot.

SO it is Friday and a week later after all my hard work of emailing and mailing resumes. I got rejected once and now nada. Strangely I feel ok about all this. I think I'll survive. Meanwhile, I will peruse more ads- amazing that people even find jobs with some of these tacky -misinformative ads that are written...

Be thinking about me as I try to kill off 8 hours of Nuthing until sweet bliss of the weekend. Oh and YAY!

GAASP! Rejection Injection!

2006-06-21T07:32:00.000-07:00

I got my first Reject Email today! Whoohooo! I had an impressive resume but it didn't cut it. Whatevah... Didn't want to work for you suckahs anyway... :P

Actually, I am relieved because you worry about these things and then you just let it go.

In other news, Our porch is finally painted and curing. I get to put all my crap back out there tonight or tomorrow! This means that I get my dining room and living room back! Now we are in consternation about finances and if we can swing paying to have the lower half of our house painted. It must happen, It needs to happen. BUT- a lot of other stuff needs to happen and that's the breaks.

My house wishlist:

1. Paint the damnmn thing
2. Finish the garden area thingy in front yard
3. Finish stripping paint and paint dining room
4. Finish painting foyer upstairs
5. Install light fixture in foyer upstairs
6. Identify cause of moldy loose paint in bedroom and FIX it
7. Repair back porch area
8. Build a deck
9. Replace all the craptastic windows
10. Finish the attic
11. Clean out the basement, the attic, my studio, and the garage
12. Build a pantry addition in basement
13. Paint my bedroom!
14. Paint the entry way
15. Finish the kitchen steps and paint the damnmn door

phew I am sore from typing all this. Better get back to the job search, I mean work. I mean sitting at my desk in futile resistance and pretending to look busy.