The Friday Five - Clothes

1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own? Although I really love all of my long-sleeve t-shirts, I'd have to say my favorite piece of clothing is jeans.

2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire? More jeans?

3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why? I still have all of my business suits from my first job 7 years ago, I'm going to try give them away soon to a women's charity that helps women get jobs.

4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in? Jeans - probably because I'm very comfortable and happy in them. I'm sure Dave would say otherwise.

5. What has been your biggest fashion accident? I have some pretty frightening pictures of me as a child, but I guess that's really not my fault. It was the seventies and I was dressed by my mother. I'd have to say this horrible Esprit shirt I wore in highschool - I'm even wearing it in one of my school pictures. Flourescent and stripes, enough said.


It's Coming Back

All I have to say is, it had better look as cool as it used to.


On Repeat

I remember when I first discovered her. I was standing in a music store all together bored with my choices. I felt as if I'd been stuck in a rut for some time. The worst part was that being so bored with music wasn't like me. I considered myself quite on the cutting edge of what was just out and coming out. I discovered groups months and sometimes even years before anyone ever spoke of them to me. But lately and this day, I was stuck. I came to the store often, but in the last few weeks had left empty-handed.

Then I heard her voice. I distinctly remember reading the back of a CD and my arm relaxing as I heard her crystal clear voice. My hand dropped to the bin holding the music and the CD fell into the wrong slot. It was "Don't Need A Reason" on "Trailer Park". I asked the music store guy who it was and found the CD before he could finish pointing to where it was. "Central Reservation" is definitely my favorite, but quickly approaching is the new one, "Daybreaker". The first run through the CD I wasn't all that impressed, but the second time, it took me. It's Beth Orton.

"Do you even know what's going on in a heart anymore
Constellations turned into little polaroids in a cardboard box
And I wanted so desperately to prove
You were still breathing but you wouldn't move
Okay, okay, what a thing to choose, this one's gonna bruise
You'll learn one day won't you
What you want is bad for the souls lost out in the rain
Afraid of the dark still in pain, still in pain

Did you ever notice how the wind didn't change that much
Fluctuations only sheets that you moved to be sure it was us
And I wanted so desperately to say
That you could trust me but I was lying anyway
Okay, okay, what a thing to lose
Left out in the rain, misused
You'll learn one day won't you
You'll learn some day won't you
What you had was good for a while then it changed
Got too intense, made it strange
And I feel bad for you, I feel bad for you
But I don't know why, I don't know why
Cos I'm as dead as you"

--"This One's Gonna Bruise", Beth Orton


Mood Changers

More negotiations break down over ego differences than over content differences.

Ironically, the person who has the most to teach you right now is the person you perceive to be the biggest jerk in your life. Understanding how you can have more positively powerful reactions to their difficult behavior will give you more options around that person and others who also prove difficult.

Consider that jerk your boot camp, from which you can graduate to living a less stressful and more satisfying life.

Don’t let somebody else determine your behavior. The sweetest revenge is a well-lived life.

So much easier said than done. The weird part is, I know all this stuff, but I don't feel I always practice it. I'm going to work on that.

I let people affect me too much. I let my past affect me way too much. I let the way I think people will see me affect my decisions and my life entirely too much. It's amazing how much little things can cause such an emotional storm inside me. Is that because I'm female? Because I'm last born? Because I'm a Libra?


Aug 13, 2002

"There may be some tough times here in America. But this country has gone through tough times before, and we're going to do it again."

"I promise you I will listen to what has been said here, even though I wasn't here."

"I can assure you that, even though I won't be sitting through every single moment of the seminars, nor will the vice president, we will look at the summaries."

"Tommy [Thompson, Health and Human Services secretary,] is a good listener, and he's a pretty good actor, too."

"The trial lawyers are very politically powerful. … But here in Texas we took them on and got some good medical—medical malpractice.""I firmly believe the death tax is good for people from all walks of life all throughout our society."

—George W. Bush, Waco, Texas, Aug. 13, 2002
The Friday Five - Job Fare

1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not? Currently I'm a software engineer for a law enforcement software company. This is definitely what I choose to do - it makes a huge difference in your life if you are doing what you love as your career.

2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be? Definitely, photographer. Not necessarily of people, just interesting subjects and landscape.

3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices? My mom is an accountant and my dad is a software engineer. I wanted to be an accountant growing up, but I think that's just a kid thing. I actually majored in accounting until I took an intro to MIS class. Then I was hooked. My dad and I have never been really close so I don't think he influenced me. I just think my interests are a combination of theirs.

4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family? Nope. I hope I don't ever have to choose. With the type of career I have, I could easily work at home.

5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why? I've had some pretty easy jobs - bank teller, music store, apartment management. I think easy means not really thinking or standing all day - so I guess easy on your brain and body. To me, the hardest would be a counselor, any job in health care, or child welfare. I guess that means hard to me is any type of emotionally draining job - I don't think I could handle them.


I Don't Get It

One of my joke of the day emails:

According to inside contacts, the Japanese banking crisis shows no signs of stopping.

Following last week's news that Origami Bank had folded, we are hearing that Sumo Bank has gone belly up and Bonsai Bank plans to cut back some of its branches.

Karaoke Bank is up for sale and is (you guessed it!) going for a song. Meanwhile, shares in Kamikaze Bank have nose-dived and 500 back-office staff at Karate Bank got the chop. Analysts report that there is something fishy going on at Sushi Bank and staff there fear they may get a raw deal.

Grandpa replies, "A wedding ring."

Huh? Uh...was that supposed to be the punch line? Someone please help me - I don't get it.


One More Month

Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. - Robert Browning

One more month, baby. I can't wait.


Interstate Guy

I don't know if it's like this in other cities. For some reason, a lot of less fortunate, and I'm assuming homeless, people stand day after day on the exit ramps of the interstate that runs down the middle of the city. I've seen them there for as long as I can remember. Probably because their signs always make me sad as I'm sure they are supposed to do.

But yesterday, for the first time that I've ever seen, this one interstate guy was successful. I was at the light next to the interstate ramp daydreaming about something. I saw the guy stand up and hurry to an SUV exiting the interstate. The lady driving was holding money in her hand as she drove by for him to grab. He grabbed it and quickly shoved it in his front pocket.

I once heard a story that a lady was actually quite wealthy from this type of living. I've always wondered if that was an urban legend. I've always wondered how successful they are at making some kind of living on the interstate exit ramps. I guess they're successful enough to keep doing it.


Boat Guy

So you know that I have some problems with road rage and stupid people. I'm not sure why they affect me so, but it just always seems they're in front of me.

Case and point. There was a super large truck with a super large boat trailing behind. We were in the middle of a small rush hour with some pretty heavy traffic. I notice that each time the driver of said truck slams on their brakes, there is absolutely no indication of said slam by the trailer brake lights. In my pretty tall 4Runner, I notice that if I prop my elbow on the center console and stretch over to the middle of the front area, I can see the brake lights are operating perfectly fine on the super large truck.

I then decide to pass the super large truck as they were going 5 miles per hour under the speed limit in the passing lane. Don't even get me started about that. So I pass the 80-ft long combination of vehicles and try to check out the electrical connection to the trailer, but can't seem to see it. Coincidentally, we then approach a stop light. Being the good citizen I am, I roll down my window and ask the passenger in the super large truck to do the same. I then so nicely inform them that the brakes on their trailer aren't working. Just so they know. Just so maybe they'll look into why.

The driver replies with, "Yeah, huh, I know. I've been meaning to fix that, but I just haven't, huh, had the cash."

I just half smile and roll up my window. Now someone please tell me how you can afford a super large truck, a super large boat, a super large gas bill, and not be able to afford a super small electrical fix.

Yeah, huh, I know.


Friday MIA

No Friday Five today, so I'm doing one from January I never did. It just happens to be about one of my favorite subjects...movies.

1. You've just won a complete collection of movies starring one actor - what actor would you pick? Probably Harrison Ford. I've had this thing for him since I was a kid. Not that he's that good of an actor or anything, just a sexy, old man.

2. What was the last movie you saw in a theater? Signs, not bad.

3. What was the last video or DVD that you bought? Lord of the Rings. Although we've had it for almost two weeks, we haven't watched it yet. Planning on it this weekend though.

4. What movie could you watch over and over again and not get sick of? Oh, there are really too many to list here.

5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? Painting, maybe a minor league baseball game, going to the beach.


Today's Horoscope

Your efforts on the domestic front have certainly paid off, Jen. Your home is looking wonderful. Everyone who enters says so. Some unexpected visitors may stop by for a quick hello and wind up staying for dinner. You are a natural, gracious hostess, not to mention a great cook. Who can blame your guests for wanting to stay?

Uh, I don't know about the good cook part, but the house is looking quite fab! We're continuing painting this weekend, so after countless hours of preparation, painting, touch-up and scrubbing all colors of paint off of us, we should be finished by the end of the month.

Yeah, I know, I'm being optimistic again.
Doing, Stop

An email I received today:

>Subject: September 11
>September 11, 2002 is soon approaching. On that day,
>please wear red, white and blue to work or school to show
>your support for those who lost their lives on 9~11~01
>and to honor the heroes who worked to save them and the
>families left behind. At noon your time on September 11,
>2002, no matter where you are or what you are doing, stop,
>put your hand on your heart, and say the Pledge of
>Allegiance~outloud or to yourself~and say a prayer for
>our nation. If all of us do this together in every time zone
>around the world, we will have a powerful chain of thoughts
>surrounding us.

I get a lot of fowarded emails every day, often about just this subject. This one actually bothered me. Don't get me wrong, I believe in remembering. I probably have more hope than most people. But I will not be doing this. I will not be watching any television specials on the subject. I will not be hanging an American flag anywhere just for this day. I will not be praying for anything.

I will be spending time with loved ones and trying to make positive changes like I always have. I will be thankful and gracious like I always have been. I will be considerate and helpful like I always have. I will be hopeful and optimistic like I always have been. I will smile at strangers and friends like I always have.

I will not reserve just one day to be hopeful and thoughtful and kind.


Puppy Breath

As I was driving home from errands the other day, I caught a sight that made me want to be so young again.

I pass by about 20 houses after my turn off the main road before I reach the park, and then my house. I drive by these houses at least twice a day, most of the time never noticing anything about them. I'm most of the time looking at the same houses, streets and driveways daydreaming about something else. Daydreaming, in fact, of just about anything. From what I'm going to do when I get home to what is going on in the world.

Anyway, I was pulled out of this particular daydream by the sight of a little girl lying in her driveway. Surrounded by about 10 puppies. They were mostly trying to lick her face, some were trying to climb up over her, and still others were nibbling on her fingers. She was having such a fun moment, that it appeared she couldn't breathe she was laughing so hard.

By the time I passed, she had actually rolled over holding her stomach, laughing. And the puppies never ceased their attack.

This just in, beer may be good for you.

“Eat right, exercise and drink a beer a day may be the way to keep the doctor away.”

Definitely my new healthy life slogan.


Cage married

In a small private cermony, Lisa Marie Presley and Nicolas Cage were married.

I wonder, does this have anything to do with why he's doing this?



It's Up And Running

Enough said, go there.


Only Two

I found it at Confessions of December, who got it from Linda. And I'm continuing it - only two words, describe each of the the following:

Your home - getting there
Your car - love driving
Your job - very fulfilling
Your s.o. - amazes me
Your family - very supportive
Your friends - very strong
The internet - totally addicted
Television - never watch
Books - capture attention
Today - Friday - Yea!
Life (Deb's addition) - live fully
Friday Five - Vroom Edition

1. Do you have a car? If so, what kind of car is it? I drive a 2001 4Runner SR5.

2. Do you drive very often? I only have to drive about 7 miles to work. Other than that, mostly when we need the room to carry stuff or people. Otherwise, we drive Sweet Dave's Jetta.

3. What's your dream car? Probably a BMW M3. I test drove one of those before I bought the 4Runner - it was amazing. So amazing that it would probably lead to more of question #4.

4. Have you ever received a ticket? Yep - actually, just a few months ago. But before that it had been about 10 years since my last one.

5. Have you ever been in an accident? Two - one when I was 17 and one when I was 18. Both times I was changing music.


FSU Rolls

I would say that I'm a pretty huge fan of Florida State football. Even since I was about 10 years old. But in the past few years, I've been embarassed to be one. Embarassed by the fans, the players, and the coach's actions and words. Now FSU has decided to use the 'Let's Roll' slogan as their own.

They claim that it's not a marketing plan. They claim that shirts were printed and only given to players. They claim it's being used to unite the team, the fans, and the nation.

I claim all of that is not true. I think they are using this slogan as something to inspire fans to get behind them. To inspire fans who otherwise wouldn't be inspired. I think they are playing on the sympathies and emotions of the fans. All to boost their attendance and fan support.

In related news, the Todd Beamer Foundation supports it's use. I guess that's all that really matters.


She'll do you first

Leslie Collard, 42, arrested in May in Providence, R.I., for offering an undercover officer a tandem prostitution deal that included her 19-year-old daughter, was asked before the arrest if that meant the mother and daughter would serve him at the same time. "No," she said (according to the officer), "I have morals, because she is my daughter. My daughter will do you first." [Providence Journal, 5-3-02]


On May 3, the Bush administration reversed an important and longstanding Clean Water Act regulation that would allow the Army Corps of Engineers to issue permits authorizing polluters to dispose of mining waste, construction waste, and other types of industrial waste by dumping them directly in our nation's waterways.

The rule centers on the definition of what constitutes "fill material" under the Clean Water Act. Section 404 of the Act authorizes the Corps to issue permits for the discharge of "dredged or fill material" into waterways. Since 1977, the Corps' regulatory definition of "fill material" expressly prohibited the use of waste as "fill." Therefore, until now, the Corps was legally barred from issuing Clean Water Act permits to industries that wanted to discharge pollutants composed of waste as "fill" into waters of the United States. The Bush administration action deleted this important waste exclusion from the Corps' definition.

The rule change is an attempt to legalize the destructive practice of mountaintop removal coal mining, where the tops of mountains are literally blown apart and the millions of tons of waste generated are dumped into nearby streams. In Appalachia, this form of mining has already buried and destroyed more than 1,000 miles of streams.

Do something about it.



As I wrote a few weeks ago, Sweet Dave and I decided to paint one of the rooms in the house. Well, after a week of painting, trim painting, fireplace painting, and a lot of touch-up work, it's finally finished. And I have to say, we did an pretty good job. There are spots here and there that don't look quite professional, but the fact that we did this big project together and enjoyed it really makes me happy. It was a lot of hours, but relatively cheap and definitely worth it.

I have never been happier in that house than I am right now. It's always been home to me, but now I feel really comfortable and comforted there. I love the feeling of wanting to curl on the couch and just be there. And it's only going to get better.

It's amazing what a few coats of paint can do. Old, stale memories out, new memories in.

Next up? The bathrooms.


Burning A Hole

So you've got some extra money burning a hole in your pocket? I've got a few interesting ways you can spend it here.

Maybe you'd like to buy some wadded up paper?

Would you like to buy this guy a hooker?

Maybe you like to make a phone call to a monkey?

Or even buy some fiery,virile Spanish matador & flamenco dolls?

How about buying a pair of designer jeans found by John Travolta's yard?

Personally, I'm seriously thinking of buying the paper. I'm going to display it on my mantle under some spot lights.



Maybe it's time to slow down when I visit our company kitchen this morning to fill my water cup and my bagel from yesterday is still in the toaster. A little harder than yesterday, but alas, still there.

So we saw an amazing show last night - Tool and Tomahawk. Tomahawk left a little to be desired, I would classify their music at this point to be experimental. Tool, on the other hand, was amazing. Sweet Dave and I had seen some of their show before in New Orleans last year, but that was outside. Inside, they were even more unbelievable. There was little incident, far less than I was imagining with all of the testosterone in the room and generally the people there just wanted to have a good time and hear some good music. I especially enjoyed the message from Maynard. If you like their music and ever get the chance to see them, don't hesitate.

And while we're on the subject of bands, check these band photos with captions out - hilarious.
Friday Five - My Lines

1. What is your lineage? Where are your ancestors from? I am essentially a mutt. My dad is part Swedish and my mom is part Native American and Italian, I don't really know about the other parts. So I've got the dark skin and hair, and the blue eyes.

2. Of those countries, which would you most like to visit? Definitely Italy.

3. Which would you least like to visit? Why? I can't say I wouldn't like to visit any place. That is, unless there is some life-threatening danger in going there.

4. Do you do anything during the year to celebrate or recognize your heritage? Nothing unless you count eating Italian food and snacking on Swedish Fish (which I did yesterday). I consider myself American, so I celebrate that by watching fireworks and eating turkey in November. Oh, and voting.

5. Who were the first ancestors to move to your present country (parents, grandparents, etc)? No clue. I guess noone in my family is really interested in researching all of that.


It's Officially Official

Well, the invitations have gone out and the marriage license has been purchased. In a little more than 50 days, Sweet Dave and I will be married.

And the dreams/nightmares are becoming more and more frequent and are now happening to both of us.

Sweet Dave's dreams have been a little more jolting than mine. In the last one I called off the wedding the morning of. Ouch.

In most of my latest wedding dreams, the weather has been the subject. Two dreams of tornados, one of torrential rain, and three of hurricanes. At this point all I care is that it's not raining at all. In any shape or form. I can stand it if it's sunny, hot, cloudy, or even windy. I don't care. Just please, wedding god, let us not have any rain. Oh, and let everyone show up okay.

The funniest of my dreams was one involving a young actor trying to convince me that I really wanted to marry him. It was a week of so before the wedding, and he asked me to run some errands with him. I needed to run some of my own, so I agreed. Apparently he didn't know that I was getting married until we stopped by the cake store and dropped off the deposit for the cake legs. I don't really know what cake legs are, I just know I have to drop off a ten dollar deposit for them.

So we end up making it a full day and I'm starving by the time we get done. We decide to go to this nice little restaurant for an early dinner. I'd apparently had some time to change and freshen up, as I walk into the restaurant in this ho-dress strutting my stuff. And he's sitting there in a suit. Over the cheese and artichoke puffs appetizer he takes my hand and tries to convince me that he's always loved me and that he's the one I really should be marrying. He actually said, "And I'm uber-sexy too." And then he kissed me. And then I woke up. Sleepily, I smiled and thought, "Val Kilmer is in love with me." And then I really woke up. Ew. Gross.
How Rude

So for a month or so I've had this new design and I had no idea the background image was so large! Sorry, guess I overlooked that. [sheepish smile]

Thanks Dave for pointing that out and optimizing it for me.

Anyway, I hope it loads a little faster for everyone now.