So I've been thinking, as I'm sure most bloggers have been, about Heather getting fired for her blog. I guess I'm confused because I can understand both sides of the story. I can understand how Heather feels that her blog is personal and the fact that she never mentioned the names of her coworkers or the name of her company that it was unjust. She did, however post pictures of her coworkers.

I can understand perhaps because I feel like this space is my personal space to say whatever I want about what I'm thinking. It's my effort and my words and my thoughts. Although I did mention briefly when I first started what I do for a living, I would definitely feel strange about posting my work-related grievances here. It's relatively easy to find anything with most search engines.

I honestly think posting your grievances is not working to solve the problem. If something is wrong at your workplace, it may make you feel better to bitch about it, but what good does it do your company or your effectiveness at your job?

I did have a job once where I was simply at a road block to be able to change things to make my job better. So I quit. Maybe it was a good thing it happened to her. Maybe now she'll really think about what kind of job and work environment will make her happy and concentrate on getting a job somewhere like that.

She did say after the news about the blog first came out that she and her boss had a pretty in depth discussion about some of the things she had written. And her job got better. Lesson learned?

Although we bloggers feel this space is private because it's "my blog", it's not private at all. Anyone can read what we write here, and isn't that really the point? I like that people 2000 miles from me read my blog and find something in common with me. And we can relate. I've discovered some amazing writers that I probably would have never found through this blog. I have friends I've never met and probably never will meet.


Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome

Oh, and I almost forgot - I finally saw Cabaret last night!

"Leave your troubles outside!
So--life is disappointing? Forget it!
We have no troubles here! Here life is beautiful...
The girls are beautiful...
Even the orchestra is beautiful!"

I absolutely loved it! I guess I've never seen a musical with a message, especially a political one. Maybe because I've only seen Grease and Footloose. I'm so sheltered.

The couple next to me didn't enjoy it as much I think. They were probably in their late 60s and I kept hearing him tell her he didn't realize that was what Cabaret was about. She looked quite uncomfortable most of the first part of the show. Shouldn't you check out a show to see if you'll be interested before you buy tickets? I was quite surprised they returned after the intermission.
So Asscroft announces yesterday that they're closing down the controversial office of Office of Strategic Whatever. This "after news outlets reported that it would spread disinformation to the overseas press". So is this for real or just more disinformation? What if we don't believe them, are they going to drop pamphlets on us all tomorrow?

UPDATE: There not closing it down after all. Kenneth Lay will now head the Office of Strategic Influence. Is there a more perfect job for the guy? Heh heh.

And in other blundering political news, oops. The secret service left a security document, the "site post assignment log", detailing Cheney's whereabouts at the Olympics in a skate/apparel shop? OK, (a) what the hell, aren't they supposed to be guarding the Cheney-man instead of buying souvenirs? OK, maybe they were off duty. Then (b) what the hell are they doing carrying around this security log in a way that it must be put down in order to pick up something or pay for the souvenirs? Uh, shouldn't that be say in your coat pocket for quick reference? Not in your hand? Then, the store owner takes it to the secret service office and is denied an autographed picture of the Cheney-meister. So, that's why we're hearing about this today. Oh, the wonder of politics, embarassment, and information.

And while we're on the subject, check out this article about Bush's superb job in office. Now, I haven't ever seen The West Wing, but I like this guy already. "The media is waving pom-poms, and the entire country is being polite".

And last but not least, you go grandma! I'm not touting the benefits of Ecstasy or anything, but you have to admit, the lady's got some enormous cahones.


So you want to own a pizza parlor and you don't quite have the money for it? Here's a new way to finance that dream of yours for $0 down and $0 monthly payments!


OK. Alright then.

My very tiring conversation with Alice today:

Jen>good afternoon
ALICE> Good afternoon, Buster what is yours.
Jen>my what?
ALICE> I have no idea what to say now.
Jen>me either
ALICE> We have a lot in common.
ALICE> By the way, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
ALICE> Tell me a story.
Jen>that's not a question
ALICE> Please correct my mistake. What is a question ?
Jen>you just asked one
ALICE> . . . Oh now I remember asking you one . What did you say?
ALICE> Didn't you understand it? :-)
Jen>not really
ALICE> Me either.
Jen>do you like monkeys?
ALICE> What if I asked if you like monkeys?
Jen>go ahead
ALICE> OK I will.
ALICE> Alright then.
Jen>do it then
ALICE> Do you mean "It"?.
ALICE> . . . I get it.
ALICE> Alright then.
ALICE> OK let's do it. I understand.
Jen>I'm not sure I do
ALICE> Could you ever be certain? I get it: you do OK let's do it. I understand..
Jen>are you on any medications?
ALICE> I am on disk.
Jen>nice, do you like it?
ALICE> Thank you for your kindness.
Jen>i said, do you like it?
ALICE> What did you mean by it? do Alice-ICQza2 like it seems okay to me.
Jen>do you like drugs, moron?
ALICE> . . . Do you like it? I love horses.
Jen>do you like drugs?
ALICE> Only the legal ones.
Jen>Your hair hurts my eyes.
ALICE>Sorry, go do something else then.
ALICE> Alright then.

Your Weird News For The Day

DUH! Kimberly Herricks, 36, a manager for Donato's Pizza, Lakewood, Ohio, was indicted in December for stealing $38,000 from the company, an amount that included the value of 400 decaying pizzas found in her garage. According to police, she had invented big call-in orders at her store for schools, hospitals, etc., just to get her store's sales figures up and her name in the company newsletter. She would then adjust the books to cover the costs and deliver the pizzas, herself, to her own garage. She was busted when she asked her boss (the owner) to help her move to a new house, and he discovered the rotting pizzas.

OUCH! A Florida fisherman was recovering on Friday after being stabbed with the bill of a swordfish during a fight with another man, a sheriff's spokeswoman said. Police arrested Frank Ashmus, 46, and Garth Spacek, 42, on Thursday after the two fishermen allegedly started fighting near a dock in Madeira Beach, a small city on Florida's Gulf Coast. Police said that after Spacek hit Ashmus in the head with a beer bottle and left, Ashmus went to Spacek's apartment and stabbed him in the abdomen with a sharp detached bill of a swordfish. "We don't see this kind of thing very often," said Pinellas County Sheriff spokeswoman Marianna Pasha. Both men were drunk, according to police. Ashmus and Spacek were held without bond on charges of aggravated battery. Spacek was in fair condition, Pasha said.

[SCREAM!] Leif Garrett makes a comeback with hard rock band Former teen idol Leif Garrett is on the comeback trail. He has begun singing and touring with hard rock band F8 at the age of 40. Garrett is happy to be starting afresh on a smaller scale after being dogged by drug addiction troubles. "I've toured arenas first and now I'm doing clubs. I've always done things backward in my life," he told The Star-Ledger of Newark. "I feel like I've got all this knowledge and experience under my belt from the past but at the same time, it's like starting up and I'm brand new to it. "I'm really digging it." Garrett's biggest hit was I Was Made For Dancin' in 1978.

Monday Bonus: Have any control freaks in your life? Davezilla has some ways to really screw with them. No, don't empathize with them, c'mon, fuck with them!


I was wondering the other day where Jonathon Muldoon may be. I wonder what he does for a living now? I wonder if he has a wife and children?

See, this was a childhood crush I had that I didn't know about. I guess I have this inherent desire for things I can't have. Or I enjoy the challenge of getting them, I guess is more like it. Well, apparently that started when I was seven with Jonathon Muldoon.

I was at school and it was playground time. I was involved in a playground activity when Jonathon grabbed me away because he needed to tell me something. Being the naive seven-year-old that I was, not comprehending the enormous amounts of kooties involved with this meeting, I left the game I was playing and joined him at the monkey bar dome thing. Little did he know this was a big deal, as we were in the world championship playoffs of chinese jumprope. I was the suprise-come-from-behind-wild-card, now leader.

So we're there and it was this long, drawn-out moment where it seemed he really didn't know exactly how to say what he wanted to say. Almost like he kept starting and changed his mind on the wording. Me, being the soother and giver, gave him the last piece of my gum. In fact, I'm such a giver that I would have given him my own gum, but that probably would have been a declaration of war.

Finally, he said, "Jennifer, you're pretty."

I was raised with impeccable manners. After all, my mother sent me to manners school where we learned how to take our gloves off before answering the phone. So I said, shyly, "Thank you."

Then he said, "Pretty ugly."

Bill Kofmehl III is dressing as a lobster. Talking to noone for 3 months. And he's getting a degree for it. Wow, if only I'd known it was that easy.

And it's Friday, so it's time for the Friday Five:

1. Hey, baby, what's your sign? Do you think it fits you pretty well? Libra, yep, it fits perfect.

2. What's the worst birthday gift you've ever received? When I was 12, I asked for a monkey and got a boom box instead. Guess that was just a let down. My ex husband gave me a food processor once. Horrible. I can't even cook.

3. What's the best birthday gift you've ever received? Unexpected flowers, spa gift certificate, puppy

4. What's the best way you've celebrated your birthday thus far? Spending it in Grayton Beach with family and friends. One year a bunch of girls did a progressive dinner for my birthday, that was a lot of fun as well.

5. What are your plans for this weekend? The dreaded parental meeting - Dave and I, his parents, and my parents are going out to dinner. Ugh. I'm sure I'll have something to say here after that.

Oh, and one more thing. Even though I have issues with begin reviewed, I signed up so you should too.

Well, Wall Street Journal reporter Daniel Pearl has been killed. And Pakistan authorities are promising to catch the people who did it.

I'm not sure how I feel about all of this. I'm a very compassionate and emotional person and I can't help to think about his wife and family. His coworkers and friends. How can a person believe so strongly that they must kill someone else to convey their message? In order to carry out their threat. He was not a threat to them, he was there to objectively cover their story and tell their message to the world. The only message they are sending me is that they are cowards and murderers.

It was also a risk he knew he was taking. He chose to be there covering the stories and spending his time in a dangerous place. Don't get me wrong, noone deserves to be tortured and killed, but he knew something like that was possible.


History Lesson

On this day in history:
1902 - First brain operation. I don't know where I'd be without my lobotomy.
1931 - Alka Selzer introduced. "I can't believe I ate the whole thing."
1947 - First instant developing camera demonstrated. I don't know where I'd be without Polaroids.
1952 - Dick Button performs first figure skating triple jump in competition. I just liked his name.
1981 - Charles Rocket clearly says "fuck" on Saturday Night Live. Awesome. I wonder why they don't show that episode on Comedy Central?
1988 - Televangelist Jimmy Swaggert confesses his sins to his congregation. And just where would he be without Polaroids? Hmmm?

And last but definitely not least, I'd like to wish each and every one of you a very happy Pancake Week. "Pancake Week is the perfect time for families across the nation to unite in the kitchen and to batter up a warm and hearty stack of steamy pancakes." There you go.


My Boss Doesn't Say This...

...but I'm sure he thinks it. Ugh.


Oh, and I almost forgot. Happy Engineer's Week! So since I'm a software engineer, I'm expecting lots of presents. Happy shopping!
Remember This.

I have this great memory I hope I'll never forget.

Being as I only work about 5 miles from my house, I used to come home for lunch. It was cheaper, easier, and I got a chance to see my dog. Seeing her always makes me smile. It was also a chance to catch up on the breaking news of the day while I ate.

I live right next door to a nice city park. Usually there are several people there, always the post office guy, eating lunch and watching the ducks and seagulls. On this particular day though, driving down my street, as I could just see the cars parked there, I noticed many more cars than usual. I could even feel a buzz in the air. An energy. As I approached the stop sign at the intersection by the park I could see just what exactly was going on. There in the park which is barely the size of half of a football field, were 200 children all dressed in uniform. Navy blue shorts and a white polo shirt. I suppose I should mention there is a Catholic elementary school one block from my house.

The thing that made me smile, though, that really caught my attention, each child had a string they were holding attached to a large white kite. It was pure chaos, 200 kids running around with kites. How I would manage that as I teacher I have no idea. I laughed out loud as I saw some of them tangled together like spaghetti, trying to untangle from eachother. I saw several trying to yank theirs out of the trees. Most where running around like it was the best moment of their lives.

To be so free and young and out of control. Each child I saw had the greatest expression on their face. How could anyone see this and not smile I thought to myself.

I said quietly, "Remember this."


"You get what anyone gets - you get a lifetime"
-- Death (From The Neil Gaiman Comic Sandman)

So I'm talking with one of my coworkers this morning about the weekend, etc. and she tells me that her last living grandparent at 89 is in the hospital for congenitive heart failure. I'm not sure what all that involves, but apparently they are having problems treating him because the rest of his body is not responding well to the treatment. He was on life support until they decided to take him off this weekend. And oddly enough, now he's doing a little better. Sitting up, trying to communicate and things.

This situation, though, got me thinking a little. I always thought I was pretty brave and all, but I don't think I could ever do that for someone. I completely agree that if the treatment is not working, the person is in pain, etc that it's the best decision. But how does one come to the point to be able to make that decision? I'm really not good with goodbyes as it is, I can't imagine this one.

On the lighter side, as he is doing better, I was wondering if he knew at all what happened. And now there are several people who will be removed from his will. Heh heh.

And speaking of old, I can only hope to reach this old and be saying "I remember the last time the Braves won the World Series."


One more reason to enjoy Friday, the Friday Five:

1. What was the first thing you ever cooked? tacos at 12, not bad. Of course, how can you screw that up?

2. What's your signature dish? cereal. No, I guess it's enchilada casserole. I make a mean one.

3. Ever had a cooking disaster?(tasted like crap, didn't work, etc.) Describe. I tried Swedish meatballs in college. With just meat and noodles. It was quite bland. I'm not really sure what I was thinking made them Swedish.

4. If skill and money were no object, what would make for your dream meal? Reservations. I really can't cook.

5. What are you doing this weekend? Wedding planning, art auction, sleeping in.

Now I'm hungry.
I can be the ruler of the free world, apparently.

So I just got back from grabbing a bagel. On my way into the place, an extremely dishelved guy comes up to me and says, "I am the ruler of the free world. And you can be too for just $19.95. OR, you can act now and sign this piece of paper and give me a dollar, and then you will be the leader of the almost free world."

Normally I just mutter, "No, thank you" and keep walking when I'm approached by people appearing to make me do or buy something. Do you ever have one of those moments where you hear youself saying something and you're not sure if you're hearing things, because you are not talking, or so you think. I ask, "Where is this 'almost free world'?".

He says "Who let those people in here? There is people in here and they don't like them anymore."

I say, "OK, sounds great.", and proceed to walk into the bagel place. But he won't let it end there, he follows me in and apparently the counter people know him and give me apologetic look as I approach them. I try to ignore him and order. He's muttering and shifting from side to side. He watches as they hand me my order and I walk toward the door. All I'm thinking is "Please, just please don't follow me." I hear the door close and think I'm safe until I hear him yell, "Hey wait princess!". I keep walking and jump in my car to leave. As I'm pulling out of the parking lot he yells at me again, "Hey, Princess, we'd go good together, like bacon and applesauce, BACON AND APPLESAUCE!! Whoop, there it is!"

Wow. This was not a dream, I promise.


OK, so for those of you out there not into the whole Valentine's Day thing. For those of you that are jaded, heartbroken, pissed, full of revenge and hate, or just want to have a laugh at someone else's expense, send them one of these, or these, or these.

There. Feel better now?

WARNING: Mushy Valentine's Day material to follow.

A few days ago I sent Dave an email with an IM conversation between one of my best friends and me talking about "the news". He sent me an email back a few minutes later saying it was amazing to know how I felt. Even though I tell him those same things all the time. I guess it's different - overhearing a conversation between your significant and their good friend. Like a confirmation of everything they've ever told you. You know that what they're saying is real. It makes you feel good that they talk about you that way.

So I thought as a token on Valentine's Day, I'd tell everyone how I feel about Dave.

I never knew that he would affect me so. It's that small things that get me really. Listening to him breathe when he's sleeping. The sweet noise he makes as I roll over in the morning and put my arm around him. That face he makes that gives me butterflies in my stomach. The goofy way he bounces around the house when he's in a good mood. And, yes, when he's winning at something.

The way we talk all the time. Sometimes about nothing.

Sometimes about everything.

The way he remembers the little things I like. They seem so important to him now too. The way he touches my face, as if to let me know that I'm so precious to him. The way he smiles when he first sees me after a long day. The way he cares so much about everyone's happiness. And he listens, really listens to me, as if I'm saying the most important thing in the world he's ever heard.

It amazes me how comfortable I am with him, like I've known him for years. My world has completely changed and I am so very thankful that he is in it. He's taken me from another world, full of bitterness and pain, and placed me in this world full of endless hope and love. The only thing that is now lacking in our relationship is for him to call me "wife".

I stopped by the store on the way home from work yesterday and in the line behind me was this very old man buying a heart-shaped box of candy and a card for Valentine's Day. I looked at him and smiled and my heart melted. He said to me, "I love her more today than the day I married her." Maybe I'm gullible and a pushover for things like that, but they just get me.

Dave, you've got me, I'm hooked. Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you.

I knew it. I knew someone would bend over for all that money.
Tyson gets license to fight in Georgia. For $10 and no aggravation, Mike Tyson is licensed to box in Georgia.


Your Daily News, brought to you by those on crack.

Marijuana grower gets lesser sentence because his plants were in poor condition. What's next, a lesser sentence for murder because the victim's fatal wounds were just all wrong? Jeesh.

Phone Firm Adds Insult to Bill, Apologizes. I wish I could do this to some people I know that are arrogant bastards. I think that would make the world a better place. For me anyway.


Razzies were announced yesterday

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Oscars were announced today

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I don't know what I'm going to do if I ever see this, but it will be bad. Hopefully I will not have just eaten. Bush often lifted his pinkie to the corner of his mouth to mimic the Dr. Evil character in the Powers flicks.


I was only seventeen and it was my first real crush. My first real non-childhood, non-note-passing-check-this-box crush.

I worked at my uncle's law firm in Los Angeles as a paralegal assistant. It was a great opportunity for me still being in high school and from a very small town more than 2000 miles away. I remember my mom taking me to the airport and I could tell that she was almost jealous. Of me and of the freedom that I was about to have. She kept trying to readjust my hair in that nervous way she always does. I knew this was a big deal, I understood that. I was just ready to be away and experience things. She must have been jealous of that too.

So I was able to live out there for three months. I went into work with my uncle everyday at 5am and left about 12 hours later. Every day I went to lunch at this food court that was in the bottom floor of a building very close to mine. I remember the place being so bright and beautiful because it was mostly windows. Even on the cloudiest days the windows made the entire place crisp and bright. I had this weird routine where I would always order the same thing. I'm not sure why, I mean it was good I was just not interested in branching out. Every day I would also grab some yogurt and read for awhile by the flowers.

The first time he saw me I could tell I affected him. It was almost as if I took his breath away and he couldn't speak for a few moments. I liked going there every day. I liked that on Fridays I could tell he was a little down, knowing that he wouldn't see me until Monday. And I liked it that on Mondays he was especially happy to see me. I liked the attention he gave me even though we never spoke. I was painfully shy when I was younger so of course I was never going to talk to him. He spoke to me through the darting glances to make sure I was still there and the amazing smile when he saw I still was.

Maybe it was the mystery of him that was so exciting. I didn't know a single thing about the guy except where he worked. The last day I was there I almost spoke to him. I didn't want to ruin it though. I didn't want to remember the disappointment on his face knowing that I would no longer be there. I wanted to remember that I made him happy, that he looked forward to seeing me. Now I can't even remember what he looks like and I certainly never knew his name. What a summer. To be young and adored.


OK, so I'm back. Vegas was fun - only lost $50, Hoover Dam was very interesting, and Red Rock and Grand Canyons were amazing. Oh, and another small thing...


Dave asked me over lunch after my race. I couldn't be happier. This is such a very good thing.