Friday Five - In Print

1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)? I've recently really gotten into short stories. I haven't really nailed down why I've gotten on that kick - it may be that I'm just so busy that a book seems overwhelming, while I can finish a couple short stories in an hour.

2. What is your favorite novel? The most intriguing novel I ever read was The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. I was assigned the book my senior year in high school for a literature class I was taking for college credit. The size of the book was intimidating, but I think it was the first time that I really got the message of what the author was trying to say. Since then the books I've enjoyed the most have been about controversial subjects like the JFK assassination, prison camps, media manipulation, etc.

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!) I'm not really into poetry that much. I'm not sure why because I've read some really beautiful poems and enjoyed them, just not something that I can get into.

4. What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read? Just more, in general. It's weird, once I'm interested in something, I pretty much read everything I can find on the subject, so I'd need a lot of extra time for all the stuff I'm interested in.

5. What are you currently reading? Three things: Everything's Eventual, Jenny and the Jaws of Life, and a photography book Sweet Dave gave me for Valentine's Day. I'm going to try to start The Best American Short Stories 2002 this weekend while I'm out of town. And I'm about to read Read This and Tell Me What It Says that is coming in the mail from a BookCrossing exchange.


Sad Day in the Neighborhood

Mr Rogers is gone.

As I've written here many times before I don't really watch television. It probably is because we weren't allowed to watch much as little children. We were encouraged to be creative, learn, and be entertained other ways. The only television we watched was PBS. Sesame Street and Mr Rogers mostly, so I have an attachment to Mr Rogers.

I'm sure he's read the same in thousands of letters (two from me), but he taught me a lot about life, mostly without me realizing it. So many values and ideas and what ifs came from him and the show. He'll definitely be missed. I'm glad there's someone to carry on his message.
Still Conflicted

My horoscope today:

Projects, which you have been quite dedicated to in the past, JEN, may finally bear fruit today. Financial benefits and career advancement are strongly indicated, and you could find yourself basking in the glow of success. Don't bask too long, however. This is only the beginning! You're on a roll. Throw yourself into new projects which you enjoy doing, and you're likely to continue in this fortuitous manner for a while yet!



I'm torn. I won't ever say much about the company I work for because of what has happened to other bloggers. But I will tell you that I'm so conflicted inside about where I work, it's makes my stomach all knotted.

I'm conflicted because I don't know if I should just keep working, keep my positive attitude, and just collect my paycheck every two weeks. There are so many things going on that I can't believe are happening. Not to mention all the things that if they change would make this such a better company.

The other side of me wants to be Billie Jean and stand up and yell "FAIR IS FAIR!!". But I guess then I would have to go rob places and live in a station wagon on a putt putt course.


Great Swap

Got my much-anticipated CD in the mail yesterday - it's great! It's full of stuff I already love as well as stuff I've never heard of but now am interested in. Everything from Interpol to Prince and from Sleater-Kinney to Jeff Buckley - wow.

Thanks, Athena!

A friend and co-worker of mine was called for active duty a few weeks ago. He has three kids - all under 10. He and his wife made videos of him for them while he's gone so they'll be able to deal with his absence better. I wonder if they made one should he not come home.

That's why I don't like war.


Who knew?

The history of the bird.

A word of advice from a person with mild road rage: Do not ever get behind someone that has had their brakes on for the last mile, even uphill.

It only makes it worse.

The weekend away was much needed, but didn't accomplish much in the rest department I'm afraid. Sweet Dave and I went to see Tori Amos in Birmingham at this great little concert hall that only seats about 3,000 people. I wouldn't consider myself a fan - I just went because Sweet Dave wanted to go, but I ended up really enjoying it.

Our seats were pretty good and the music was even better. I had a little too much crowne royal so as a result, I took a lot of pictures. Mostly of the same thing. Note to self: bring more film if you're gonna drink. And after buying a couple t-shirts, I was approached with an offer for a free front row ticket from one of the security guys. He only had one ticket, though, so I passed. Then Dave tells me I should've taken it. Oh well, I probably wouldn't have been able to be inconspicuous enough with the camera anyway. I'll have to post some pictures here if any of them turn out.

The next day after meeting my dad for a way too early breakfast, Sweet Dave and I decided to go hiking to a waterfall. Note to self: Never underestimate a rating on a trail when it states it's "strenuous". It was a nice hike and a nice waterfall, but we definitely we're in the shape after the night before to give it our all.


Friday Five - Things

1. What is your most prized material possession? Probably my engagement/wedding ring. Not only because it reminds me of me and Sweet Dave and our day, but it also just was completely paid off. All mine!!!

2. What item, that you currently own, have you had the longest? The bed in our extra bedroom - I've had it since I was a kid.

3. Are you a packrat? Definitely used to be. A few years ago, I went through this "simplify me life" stage and I think I broke myself of the habit. You wouldn't believe how old and useless some of the stuff was that I threw away.

4. Do you prefer a spic-and-span clean house? Or is some clutter necessary to avoid the appearance of a museum? Relatively clean I guess. It's always hard with two shedding dogs and hardwood floors, but we try. I do think some clutter is necessary - I want to feel comfortable in my own house at least.

5. Do the rooms in your house have a theme? Or is it a mixture of knick-knacks here and there? Not really. I started a nautical theme in the extra bedroom a few years ago - now it's more popular and I don't like it very much. We never use it anyway, and actually keep the door closed, so it's not worth changing right now anyway.



Most everyone in corporate culture has one. I have several. And I'm going on a short road trip with two of them today. It made me start thinking about the first time I met both of them.

The first one, and my direct boss, I first met at a bar downtown. It's one of my favorite bars that we frequented for happy hour. He tells me now that'd he'd already had around a 12-pack before he got there and I couldn't even tell. He said he wanted to interview me that night too. Well, I guess I'm glad he remembered.

The second one I guess I should sort of describe first. He's a very intimidating guy; large, but not fat; loud and extremely egotistical. He actually started the company I work for. Well, when we were smaller, he always made a point to go meet the new people on their first day. So here I am on my first day. Putting things into their right drawers and on their right shelves.

I'm just about finished, just putting away some breakfast stuff that I like to keep handy and he walks up to introduce himself. I just happened to be in the middle of putting up a box of plastic spoons when I reach out my hand to shake his. And, of course, somehow that hand grazed the spoons and they went flying everywhere like confetti on New Years. Yep, it was like slow motion, there were about 40 plastic spoons falling from the sky.

I try to be cool and act like nothing happened, continuing with the conversation and shaking his hand. And it seems to go OK. Until he left. He says, over his shoulder, "Oh, we have spoons here."




Without getting too terribly mushy and making anti-valentine's day people mad...

Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you.

And now....back to the regular broadcasting...
Friday Five - The Blog

1. Explain why you started to journal/blog. Just for a different outlet I guess. Like I said on it's birthday, I felt like things were slipping away from my memory or something. I like going back now and reconnecting, I can almost feel like I was feeling when I read something that I wrote months ago.

2. Do people you interact with day to day or family members know about your journal/blog? Why or why not? Only Sweet Dave. I don't know, I guess this it the real me that not everyone gets to see. And really it's for me. I do this only for me.

3. Do you have a theme for your journal/blog? Not really. When I post to journal sites, I think I put something like "Daily incomplete ramblings about life, pop culture, news....", so that's the only sorta theme.

4. What direction would you like to have your journal/blog go in over the next year? I really like what it is for me right now, so if it stayed the same I would be completely happy with it. I was actually thinking about this the other night. I've seen so many blogs go from casual, funny blogs to bitter, angry war blogs and I don't think I ever want to do that. That's just me though. I like it here right now.

5. Pimp five of your favorite journals/blogs. That's so hard. All of my favorites are listed over there ===>. If I had to pick my all-time favorites, though, it would probably be Davezilla, Dooce, Very Big Blog, life uncommon, and misc, etc.



Numerous times since we brought him home I've been intrigued by Mr Brodie (puppy) discovering things. This morning he seemed to be discovering the television for the first time. Up close, I guess, because he often watches with us in the living room. This morning one of those loud, annoying, flashy car dealership commercials caught his attention and he stared and sniffed for several minutes. Makes me wonder what's going through his mind. Then and other times too.

While watching television...

"Those poor humans are stuck in that box."
"Maybe if I can find them around back, I can let them out to play with me."

While eating poop...

"Tastes great!! Less Filling!!!"
"Wow, the cold weather really improves the consistency!"

While waking us up at 2:30am...

"Man I gotta sniff the entire back yard...right now!!"
"Maybe if I lick their fingers enough, they'll play with me."
"Mmmmm, fingers sure do taste good."
"Wonder if there's anything that I can chew on that will make a lot of noise?"

While getting a bath...

"So much water to drink...so little time!"
"This sucks, I wonder why humans do this every day?"
"Ooooh, scratch a little more right...oooh...there."

Walking aroung the house...

"Gotta get a bone, gotta get a bone."
"Wait a second! Found a smell. Hear a sound."
"There's definitely no poop in here I can eat."
"Is it time to eat yet?"



Assistant DA quits after being cited for shoplifting Christmas cards.

Maybe she'll be able to "bargain down to a count of mischievous".
No Whammies!

Who Wants to be a Billionaire?

I think I'll hold out for the Who Wants to be a Trillionaire show.



Is it possible for a guy to have PMS too?? I'm just wondering, because I was just asked this:

Him (frantically): "Do you know of any chocolate anywhere in this building"?
Me (shifting away): "Uhhhh..."

I guess he found some, because he's calmed down since then.


My horoscope:

Don't fear any changes that are ahead, JEN. Even if you're one that is thinking you don't adjust too well, you have far more adaptability than you realize. Without change, life would become stagnant and lifeless. It wouldn't be long before you became unsatisfied and bored with the same old thing. Try to see change as an adventure and a gateway to greater happiness and fulfillment in your life. Trust more in your versatility as well.

We looked at houses this weekend. I have this nagging fear of jumping into something that big. Maybe it's the kid in me that's afraid of something so mature and responsible. All I know is I really want to do this, I'm just freaky scared. I'd love to leave behind all that bad history and start something of ours, just us. And the house is absolutely beautiful - everything I could imagine wanting or needing. I guess it's a big step and I'm always afraid of big steps involving so much money. Maybe I just have issues with money. Maybe I need some money therapy. Maybe I just need to relax and listen to Sweet Dave.



This is so cool. I could really be a superhero. Oh, I guess I wouldn't be one then really if everyone could do it. Damnit.
Friday Five - Eats

1. What did you have for breakfast this morning? If you didn't have breakfast, why not? So far, just vitamins and some Nips candy. I did pick up a bagel to eat a little later.

2. What's your favorite cereal? Ooooh, that's a tough one. I used to survive on cereal before Sweet Dave so I'm a big cereal person. If I could pick two, probably Lucky Charms and Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. Sometimes though, I'm in a somewhat healthy mood and I just go for some Cheerios.

3. How often do you eat out? Do you want that to change? Sweet Dave and I actually keep a calendar where we mark the days we don't eat out. It all started last year when I had to save for taxes and it just continued from there. It was actually pretty eye opening how much we ate out - and how much money we were wasting - before we started marking it. Not to mention all the food I ate that was unhealthy.

4. What do you plan on having for dinner tonight? Got a recipe for that? I think Sweet Dave may cook some pork chops. Usually we have something quick and easy like quesadillas on Fridays, but I conned him into making them last night. As hard as I try, he won't make them twice in the same week.

5. What's your favorite restaurant? Why? One that I can go to here - probably Chilis. Everything I get there is always very good, and who can beat all-day happy hour?



Apparently, some people think its possible that he does it to be liked.

Which Episode is this?

Practically daily, I feel like I'm in the middle of a Seinfeld episode. The majority of the time it's when I'm at work. Just like the "low-talker" and the "re-gifter", I have my own personalities to deal with.

Word-dropper: This personality is especially annoying in the technology industry. They want so bad to be respected or included in conversations that they drops technical words into the middle of conversations. Often, they have completely nothing to do with the subject. Problem for me is, he's a suit (manager), so everyone just kind of nods as if we all understand what he's saying when we're really nodding that he's an idiot.

Sentence-finisher: This personality also wants to demonstrate their knowledge of the subject by completing what the imagine the rest of a sentence is of a peer. 8 times out of 10 the sentence created by this them is nowhere close to what the speaker was intending.

Close-talker: This may have even been a Seinfeld personality, and it's particularly annoying to me. I consider myself an open, relaxed person. But when someone is talking to me less than one foot in front of my face, all I can do is nervously back up. Guess I never would have made it through basic training.

Name dropper: This personality exists mostly in my personal life, but I have experienced it several times in my work life. This person has an obsession with inserting a name of a prominent person in each conversation with me. How they can keep up with all those names in their brain is beyond me, I have problems remembering the name of someone I just met 45 seconds ago.

Last, and my personal favorite is the Cliche-screwer. For some odd reason, this personality has always existed in my direct bosses. Examples: "putting the horse before the cart", "the long tent in the pole", "thumb of rule". I can go on forever with these. I've actually even submitted some to Scott Adams.



So we went to this karaoke competition on Sunday. I'm not a huge fan of karaoke, although I have, very reluctantly, done the deed.

A friend with an awesome voice was competing and this was the final night. Apparently there were several qualifying rounds and we were here to witness the best of the singalongers.

Being the finals I assumed all the contestants would be pretty talented. I felt like I was on Candid Camera or American Idol. There were approximately 35 people in the contest and I would venture to say that sitting through about half of them was very painful. I'm not sure how they qualified for this night, but honestly, they must have been the only ones competing to qualify.

And let me just say that I applaud them for getting up there. Don't get me wrong I couldn't do it. Well, I have but I wasn't in front of that many people and we definitely weren't competing for $600.

So then I was thinking. Say you're the friend of the person that sucks. How do you tell them they suck? Or do you even tell them? I don't think I could gently say that to anyone, especially someone who thinks they're really great. Maybe you could just tell them to post one of their songs here.

And for the record, the girl that won sang Alanis Morrisette's Uninvited. And she kicked ass.



You can call me Jinnifuru from now on.

I was doing one of those things that I really hate doing: paying bills. I was trying to hurry so I could get ready to meet my little - we were planning on going to the zoo. I was writing my last check and I heard the breaking news music - the Today Show was on the bedroom television. I ran in there to see what was happening only to find out that NASA had lost contact with the Shuttle. Right away, I knew it was grave news.

I hate that it takes moments like these for me to ease off and really appreciate the things that are important to me. Bills suck and paying them always get me in a pretty bad mood, but that's really small. I have so much to be thankful for and so much that I take for granted. So much that it pisses me off that I forget it so often.

I'm gonna work on that.