Just got back from St. Louis and just ordered pizza and put my feet up. Dereck is playing softball, but I couldn't get back into the car.
Erin (our favorite sitter) is coming at 9:15, and I'm supposed to go watch the DNC at the DuKum, but I don't know if I'm up for it.
I want to write something with the poetry and elegance of Karl's blog, but I am always too damn beat. Just the facts, ma'am.
We drove down to St. Louis last night and stayed in the Hilton by the airport. V. swanky. The hot tub was lukewarm and ineffectual, but still v. swanky.
We swam and "soaked" and then the kids watched a dvd on my laptop (woo hoo, it worked!) and then we did more of the same this morning, and I gave my mom a deep tissue massage to help her gear up for the flight. She has spinal stenosis, which= pain for the rest of her life. She takes morphine for it, but worries about her stomach, and would like to get off it.
Sam and I walked and ran respectively on the treadmill (at his suggestion) and I lifted some weights.
Then, I took my folks to the airport, and we headed out... to get as far as O'Fallon, land of Krispy Kreme, Target, PetSmart, and Office Max.
I got: dvd's, five (gads, really) karaoke cd's, two de-barkers for the dog (and behold, she is not barking) that emit a high-pitched sound instead of shocking her. I also got an adapter for the car so I can plug in the laptop, so the kids watched dvd's on the way home (which was about a quarter of the cost of those itty bitty dvd players they well for the car) and ate donuts.
It wasn't a very long ride (remember, Jen was driving) and we got back and just collapsed.
I shouldn't have spend ANY money today, but I did, so there, so sue me.
Tomorrow: meeting at 11:00 (large sigh) and challah, hopefully exercise, and hopefully not too tiring a day preparing for Shabbat.
I am tired already, just thinking about it, and tired still, just remembering.
Do I really need to go out tonight?
My hair is in a pony tail (hurray for growing hair!) and I have mud on my nose and chin. Not to scare small children, but an attempt to stave off the big huge red thing on the end of my nose. I look like a big scary witch, and depending on whom you ask, that is indeed what I am.
7/29/2004
7/28/2004
A Day of Firsts
Yesterday was a day of firsts for me.
I pulled Goldie's first tick off her (though I have many experiences with ticks in general, as well as ticks on dogs).
I gave my first enema, to a poor wee three-year-old child (and then gave my second).
And I had another first, which I would prefer not to discuss here, but which was more unpleasant than the enema...
But somehow today we all woke up and have survived another day. Most of us anyway.
I had a wide realm of strange and disturbing dreams last night:
I was pregnant and hadn't yet gone to have a test. Yikes and egads!
And I had a plethora of strange strange dreams last night in general, including that I had spilled chocolate syrup in the work fridge (because I had placed two iced mochas in the door for a second, having made one for someone else, and there was a minor spill that somehow escalated, as dreams do) and I came by at night for something and found them (people at work I suppose) all having dismantled the fridge to clean it and PISSED.
I worked in a hair salon (which is where I spilled the chocolate syrup) with the same bitches, though they were jennifer garner and others, and there was a self-curling curling iron, that you just clipped to your very long hair (and I had wonderful and very long hair) and it curled it, just rolled right up by itself, but they wouldn't show me how to use it. And I had seen them using it, so I sort of knew, but they denied any knowledge of it.
I used it the regular way, and my hair was beautiful, but they were all ignoring me. I couldn't see the back, and they kept telling me I hadn't gotten the red part in the back, but in the end, it didn't really matter.
And then we were all swimming in a river. Lots of dreams strung together I guess. And later I was driving the wrong way up a highway, couldn't get into the right lane because of lots of traffic, and there was a cop on my tail, but somehow I ditched him. I got home and whispered to one of my sons that I was on the lam, and I kept waiting to be arrested. Eventually I realized that the cop hadn't known where I had gone. I did wake up this morning to realize that the cop would have gotten my license number.
But in my dreams, I got away.
I pulled Goldie's first tick off her (though I have many experiences with ticks in general, as well as ticks on dogs).
I gave my first enema, to a poor wee three-year-old child (and then gave my second).
And I had another first, which I would prefer not to discuss here, but which was more unpleasant than the enema...
But somehow today we all woke up and have survived another day. Most of us anyway.
I had a wide realm of strange and disturbing dreams last night:
I was pregnant and hadn't yet gone to have a test. Yikes and egads!
And I had a plethora of strange strange dreams last night in general, including that I had spilled chocolate syrup in the work fridge (because I had placed two iced mochas in the door for a second, having made one for someone else, and there was a minor spill that somehow escalated, as dreams do) and I came by at night for something and found them (people at work I suppose) all having dismantled the fridge to clean it and PISSED.
I worked in a hair salon (which is where I spilled the chocolate syrup) with the same bitches, though they were jennifer garner and others, and there was a self-curling curling iron, that you just clipped to your very long hair (and I had wonderful and very long hair) and it curled it, just rolled right up by itself, but they wouldn't show me how to use it. And I had seen them using it, so I sort of knew, but they denied any knowledge of it.
I used it the regular way, and my hair was beautiful, but they were all ignoring me. I couldn't see the back, and they kept telling me I hadn't gotten the red part in the back, but in the end, it didn't really matter.
And then we were all swimming in a river. Lots of dreams strung together I guess. And later I was driving the wrong way up a highway, couldn't get into the right lane because of lots of traffic, and there was a cop on my tail, but somehow I ditched him. I got home and whispered to one of my sons that I was on the lam, and I kept waiting to be arrested. Eventually I realized that the cop hadn't known where I had gone. I did wake up this morning to realize that the cop would have gotten my license number.
But in my dreams, I got away.
7/26/2004
Mozilla
I know I am supposed to like Mozilla, and it's the P.C. (ha, get the double entendre?) thing du jour to do, but I (insert adverb here) hate it.
It doesn't work.
It sucks.
I have this week off work, but I still got sucked in for two hours today when I went to take the tapes in to be transcribed. I am loving having this time off though.
Worked out with CH today, and then we had the R clan over for a very lovely evening. It was just great, m'dear. Thank you. S, who is 7, made a really really good cake, and I'm going to have one cranky six year old on my hands tomorrow morning if I don't stop eating it...
It doesn't work.
It sucks.
I have this week off work, but I still got sucked in for two hours today when I went to take the tapes in to be transcribed. I am loving having this time off though.
Worked out with CH today, and then we had the R clan over for a very lovely evening. It was just great, m'dear. Thank you. S, who is 7, made a really really good cake, and I'm going to have one cranky six year old on my hands tomorrow morning if I don't stop eating it...
7/25/2004
Laptops...
Hey Alan, I've been researching this whole laptop thing, because I like to do that kind of stuff.
There are actually a lot of cheap deals out there-- you can get laptops on E-bay, of course, and some of them you can actually finance for low monthly payments.
I saw some on E-bay for $99. The link to the one on here is for $89. It is not going to let you do much besides word process, but still...
I am sure you have already done this research, but just in case...
There are actually a lot of cheap deals out there-- you can get laptops on E-bay, of course, and some of them you can actually finance for low monthly payments.
I saw some on E-bay for $99. The link to the one on here is for $89. It is not going to let you do much besides word process, but still...
I am sure you have already done this research, but just in case...
The weekend it was...
Thursday:
Ran errands all morning, took Christian to work with me. Took care of
last minute details, picked up audio equipment, data projector,
extension chord.
Went to Wal-mart and stocked up on food for the kids.
Showered, packed, wrote a note to the sitter.
Departure time: 3:20 p.m.
Dinner reservations scheduled for: 7:30 p.m. in St. Louis.
Jen drove.
The Radisson Hotel Clayton
We were at the hotel by 6:30 p.m., checked in, got to our room, (which has been upgraded, but I'm pretty sure that they tell everyone that).
changed clothes, and met folks in the hotel lobby for dinner at 7:10.
The Harvest
We decided, since we had seven people, to take one car: mine. We got
a little lost, but ultimately found our way to the restaurant. Let me
tell you. It was lovely. It was darkened, lots of elegantly set
tables, very nice atmosphere. Appetizer: goat cheese tart. Gin and
tonic with Hendricks gin.
Dinner: filet mignon, rare, with sides of braised vegetables, with
sauce drizzled over the plate, and a corn chowder spoon pudding. It
was really perfect.
Red wine with dinner.
For dessert: coffee with brioche bread pudding with currants and a
whiskey sauce.
The Problem...
9:30, one dignitary starts talking about wanting to return to the
hotel (after his coffee). 9:45 we have a problem: we now have eight
people at dinner, seating for seven, we are still having dessert, and
I have to be at the airport in ten minutes to pick up another dr.
The solution:
Cell phone: call friend Karl and beg him to come and get me and take
me to the airport. He can't come, as he is hosting friends at his
house; sends his friend Brad, with whom we swam at Lake of the Ozarks,
who has a new car.
Brad:
Brad, just the sweetest man, comes to get me at the restaurant one
cigarette later, and he is listening to Rufus Wainwright. All will be
well.
The airport.
We get to the airport and have to circle a few times. Brad drops me
off. I go in, no dignitary. Call my babysitter and have her check
through my email for flight information. All we have is the time, and
a vague impression that of what time the flight comes in. I guess
that the flight will actually arrive a half hour later, and I am
correct. Outside into 88 degree temperature at 10:30, and awful
humidity for a cigarette. Go in, pick up dignitary, and head back to
the hotel.
The set-up...
At the hotel, I recruit Dereck (who is currently awake, but will not
be in the morning) and he helps me set up the conference room with the
microphones, tape recorder, nametags, data projector, etc. We do
sound checks and get the laptop setup. People from my team come down
to check the room, approve.
I was really really happy that we did it all that night, because in
the morning, I would have been screwed trying to put it together
without Dereck or any real sense of how long it would take me.
At 1:00 a.m. I go to bed, toss and turn, and eventually sleep until
the wakeup call at 7:00 a.m.
Friday
Get up, shower, head downstairs. Forget glasses. Check on everyone
downstairs, go back up for glasses. Go back down and they are trying
to use the internet in the conference room to download one song. I
point out that they will charge us $100 for this. We don't need the
song after all.
From 8-5, I change tapes, take notes, talk to hotel staff about the
meals, slip notes to my team discreetly arrange for shuttles to the
hotel.
Airport...
We want one guy who has to leave early to be there as LONG as
possible, so I finally volunteer to take him to the airport
mid-afternoon, which means I will no longer be giving my presentation.
That's fine.
Grab Dereck, take dignitary to the airport, come back, go back to
meeting. The meeting doesn't last much longer (only three hours). At
the end, I am given a round of applause, and am convinced that
everyone thinks I am either a secretary or a techie, but I don't
actually mind.
We now resemble swiss cheese, having taken rather a beating from our
consultants. But we all assemble again for dinner at 6 p.m.
After having dissembled all the equipment in the conference room...
Frank Papas
We have two cars now going to dinner. One street we need to turn onto
is closed. I call the restaurant for alternative directions. Try
calling car behind us. Cell phones are off. I have Dereck hang my
phone out his window in hopes they will get the hint. They do, they
call, I explain the alternative route, and we get there about 20
minutes late, but are received warmly.
Groovy grapevines on the ceiling with grapes, very classy place.
Lovely waiter from Ireland. It was a lovely dinner, lots of barbs
and jokes (Jen to waiter: You forgot to fill up Dereck's wine glass.
Waiter: I'm going to serve her first from now on or I'll never hear
the end of it! And so he does. Jen: Please don't spit in my food...)
(Dignitary: It's really great for men when the women think it's
important to spend time with the kids. Jen: That's why I'm
divorced).
We get frequent phone calls from friend Karl, with whom we are to meet later.
Eventually, after a lovely meal: crotini with goat cheese, calmari,
tenderloin with a lobster cognac sauce... lovely cakes and chocolate
ravioli and cappucinos...wine... we finally go back to the hotel.
Party Time
We drop everyone off, and head directly to the party at which Karl is
waiting. Hang out at the party, which is actually a separation party
for a couple, who have a cat bigger than Mr. Kitty, and we do not stay
long at all. Less than a beer.
We have a mission: the bars of East St. Louis.
Clearly, Shabbat has gotten a little lost in the shuffle tonight...
The Driving...
Many highways are closed, and we lose Karl repeatedly. Dereck has the
mission impossible theme song set for Karl's number, so every five
minutes, we hear the mission impossible theme song and we negotiate
meeting places. We eventually make it to three or four bars--
they all start to run together. I hang out with Angela, and we are a
little bored so we don't
really get into it. I think Dereck and Karl have a good time. We
stay out til 2:00 a.m. and then head back to the hotel.
Saturday
At 10:30 a.m. Mission Impossible. Call me when you are conscious. We
discuss, and call him back-- come over for a hot tub dunk.
Kopperman's
Hot tub, check out of hotel, then a lovely brunch in west St. Louis (after a trip to a
middle eastern store for hummus, baba ganoush, bak lava, grape leaves,
and a hookah for Angela) of poached eggs over smoked salmon on an
English muffin, with hollandaise sauce and really good fried potatoes,
with hot sauce.
Airport
Drop Karl off at home, get to the airport, and my parents arrive a
little later. We hook up, get luggage, get ice cream at Carvel's, and
head off for Columbia to meet the kids at the mall.
Mall
Find the kids in Target with a frazzled sitter, picking out toys. I
get toys, several DVD's, a DVD for Erin, an extra $10 for cleaning,
and then mall food, and a very expensive trip to Barnes and Noble,
then homeward.
And that was the trip!
Phew!!! And then the dog kept us up a lot last night....
Ran errands all morning, took Christian to work with me. Took care of
last minute details, picked up audio equipment, data projector,
extension chord.
Went to Wal-mart and stocked up on food for the kids.
Showered, packed, wrote a note to the sitter.
Departure time: 3:20 p.m.
Dinner reservations scheduled for: 7:30 p.m. in St. Louis.
Jen drove.
The Radisson Hotel Clayton
We were at the hotel by 6:30 p.m., checked in, got to our room, (which has been upgraded, but I'm pretty sure that they tell everyone that).
changed clothes, and met folks in the hotel lobby for dinner at 7:10.
The Harvest
We decided, since we had seven people, to take one car: mine. We got
a little lost, but ultimately found our way to the restaurant. Let me
tell you. It was lovely. It was darkened, lots of elegantly set
tables, very nice atmosphere. Appetizer: goat cheese tart. Gin and
tonic with Hendricks gin.
Dinner: filet mignon, rare, with sides of braised vegetables, with
sauce drizzled over the plate, and a corn chowder spoon pudding. It
was really perfect.
Red wine with dinner.
For dessert: coffee with brioche bread pudding with currants and a
whiskey sauce.
The Problem...
9:30, one dignitary starts talking about wanting to return to the
hotel (after his coffee). 9:45 we have a problem: we now have eight
people at dinner, seating for seven, we are still having dessert, and
I have to be at the airport in ten minutes to pick up another dr.
The solution:
Cell phone: call friend Karl and beg him to come and get me and take
me to the airport. He can't come, as he is hosting friends at his
house; sends his friend Brad, with whom we swam at Lake of the Ozarks,
who has a new car.
Brad:
Brad, just the sweetest man, comes to get me at the restaurant one
cigarette later, and he is listening to Rufus Wainwright. All will be
well.
The airport.
We get to the airport and have to circle a few times. Brad drops me
off. I go in, no dignitary. Call my babysitter and have her check
through my email for flight information. All we have is the time, and
a vague impression that of what time the flight comes in. I guess
that the flight will actually arrive a half hour later, and I am
correct. Outside into 88 degree temperature at 10:30, and awful
humidity for a cigarette. Go in, pick up dignitary, and head back to
the hotel.
The set-up...
At the hotel, I recruit Dereck (who is currently awake, but will not
be in the morning) and he helps me set up the conference room with the
microphones, tape recorder, nametags, data projector, etc. We do
sound checks and get the laptop setup. People from my team come down
to check the room, approve.
I was really really happy that we did it all that night, because in
the morning, I would have been screwed trying to put it together
without Dereck or any real sense of how long it would take me.
At 1:00 a.m. I go to bed, toss and turn, and eventually sleep until
the wakeup call at 7:00 a.m.
Friday
Get up, shower, head downstairs. Forget glasses. Check on everyone
downstairs, go back up for glasses. Go back down and they are trying
to use the internet in the conference room to download one song. I
point out that they will charge us $100 for this. We don't need the
song after all.
From 8-5, I change tapes, take notes, talk to hotel staff about the
meals, slip notes to my team discreetly arrange for shuttles to the
hotel.
Airport...
We want one guy who has to leave early to be there as LONG as
possible, so I finally volunteer to take him to the airport
mid-afternoon, which means I will no longer be giving my presentation.
That's fine.
Grab Dereck, take dignitary to the airport, come back, go back to
meeting. The meeting doesn't last much longer (only three hours). At
the end, I am given a round of applause, and am convinced that
everyone thinks I am either a secretary or a techie, but I don't
actually mind.
We now resemble swiss cheese, having taken rather a beating from our
consultants. But we all assemble again for dinner at 6 p.m.
After having dissembled all the equipment in the conference room...
Frank Papas
We have two cars now going to dinner. One street we need to turn onto
is closed. I call the restaurant for alternative directions. Try
calling car behind us. Cell phones are off. I have Dereck hang my
phone out his window in hopes they will get the hint. They do, they
call, I explain the alternative route, and we get there about 20
minutes late, but are received warmly.
Groovy grapevines on the ceiling with grapes, very classy place.
Lovely waiter from Ireland. It was a lovely dinner, lots of barbs
and jokes (Jen to waiter: You forgot to fill up Dereck's wine glass.
Waiter: I'm going to serve her first from now on or I'll never hear
the end of it! And so he does. Jen: Please don't spit in my food...)
(Dignitary: It's really great for men when the women think it's
important to spend time with the kids. Jen: That's why I'm
divorced).
We get frequent phone calls from friend Karl, with whom we are to meet later.
Eventually, after a lovely meal: crotini with goat cheese, calmari,
tenderloin with a lobster cognac sauce... lovely cakes and chocolate
ravioli and cappucinos...wine... we finally go back to the hotel.
Party Time
We drop everyone off, and head directly to the party at which Karl is
waiting. Hang out at the party, which is actually a separation party
for a couple, who have a cat bigger than Mr. Kitty, and we do not stay
long at all. Less than a beer.
We have a mission: the bars of East St. Louis.
Clearly, Shabbat has gotten a little lost in the shuffle tonight...
The Driving...
Many highways are closed, and we lose Karl repeatedly. Dereck has the
mission impossible theme song set for Karl's number, so every five
minutes, we hear the mission impossible theme song and we negotiate
meeting places. We eventually make it to three or four bars--
they all start to run together. I hang out with Angela, and we are a
little bored so we don't
really get into it. I think Dereck and Karl have a good time. We
stay out til 2:00 a.m. and then head back to the hotel.
Saturday
At 10:30 a.m. Mission Impossible. Call me when you are conscious. We
discuss, and call him back-- come over for a hot tub dunk.
Kopperman's
Hot tub, check out of hotel, then a lovely brunch in west St. Louis (after a trip to a
middle eastern store for hummus, baba ganoush, bak lava, grape leaves,
and a hookah for Angela) of poached eggs over smoked salmon on an
English muffin, with hollandaise sauce and really good fried potatoes,
with hot sauce.
Airport
Drop Karl off at home, get to the airport, and my parents arrive a
little later. We hook up, get luggage, get ice cream at Carvel's, and
head off for Columbia to meet the kids at the mall.
Mall
Find the kids in Target with a frazzled sitter, picking out toys. I
get toys, several DVD's, a DVD for Erin, an extra $10 for cleaning,
and then mall food, and a very expensive trip to Barnes and Noble,
then homeward.
And that was the trip!
Phew!!! And then the dog kept us up a lot last night....
7/20/2004
Oh My Heck.
You'll have to scroll down for my latest post. I have no idea how they got out of order, but they did, and I don't know how to fix it.
Oh my headachness and weariness.
I went in for a conference call today, and then took the rest of the day and my blinding headache home for my furlough day-- more meetings tomorrow, and last minute preparations for St. Louis. I need to make dinner reservations, etc. etc. must do that this afternoon.
Actually, I can do that while I type. I am talented that way.
So, I found out that the speaker that I scheduled is coming during the week that I schedule my vacation also. I had the wrong date stuck in my head. So, I had to reschedule our cabin in Minnesota, but fortunately, they got us in the week before in the very same cabin. So, things just worked out.
What else? Tonight is Karoaoke at the Dukum, Alan-- come to that rather than Thursday night at Toons (blech!). I am now on a bit of a mission to find you a laptop, but I was very serious when I said you can borrow mine, so after this weekend retreat, come and get it.
We may take some of the Peeps out to see Don's kitten tonight before karaoke, and hopefully I won't be too tired or too headachey to go.
And later when the heat index has gone down a bit, we are probably going to the lake with Liza and kids, who are finally back from Minnesota.
I emailed the rabbi today to let him know that I'm still here, still interested.
In other news, some people's lives have been falling apart rapidly around me, the cause of my headache, but we have talked ad nauseum (quite literally) this morning, and my headache is receding, and we have chosen to agree to disagree.
Made dinner reservations at one restaurant, still hoping to hear from the Harvest. Well done, Fulcrum Monkey! Thank you!
Wow, golly, I wish I had something interesting to say, so I will just shut it and go finish reading Pie's very long post from yesterday...
Oh my headachness and weariness.
I went in for a conference call today, and then took the rest of the day and my blinding headache home for my furlough day-- more meetings tomorrow, and last minute preparations for St. Louis. I need to make dinner reservations, etc. etc. must do that this afternoon.
Actually, I can do that while I type. I am talented that way.
So, I found out that the speaker that I scheduled is coming during the week that I schedule my vacation also. I had the wrong date stuck in my head. So, I had to reschedule our cabin in Minnesota, but fortunately, they got us in the week before in the very same cabin. So, things just worked out.
What else? Tonight is Karoaoke at the Dukum, Alan-- come to that rather than Thursday night at Toons (blech!). I am now on a bit of a mission to find you a laptop, but I was very serious when I said you can borrow mine, so after this weekend retreat, come and get it.
We may take some of the Peeps out to see Don's kitten tonight before karaoke, and hopefully I won't be too tired or too headachey to go.
And later when the heat index has gone down a bit, we are probably going to the lake with Liza and kids, who are finally back from Minnesota.
I emailed the rabbi today to let him know that I'm still here, still interested.
In other news, some people's lives have been falling apart rapidly around me, the cause of my headache, but we have talked ad nauseum (quite literally) this morning, and my headache is receding, and we have chosen to agree to disagree.
Made dinner reservations at one restaurant, still hoping to hear from the Harvest. Well done, Fulcrum Monkey! Thank you!
Wow, golly, I wish I had something interesting to say, so I will just shut it and go finish reading Pie's very long post from yesterday...
Another One Stolen From Pie...
FIRSTS
First job: Babysitting, then Rax restaurant.
First screen name: Jench
First self-purchased CD: I have no idea.
First piercing/tattoo: ears pierced age 11 in Denver; second piercing age 15 in Chicago/ tattoo of a voodoo symbol to protect my children and my house from evil, on my tenth wedding anniversary, in the middle of my divorce.
First true love: Ummm... Steve Richter, or Mark Wise, who broke my heart.
First enemy: Gads. I don't know the first one. I just keep track of the current ones.
LASTS
Last big car ride: probably to Lake of the Ozarks to camp.
Last kiss: Dereck, a few seconds ago.
Last library book checked out: A Mary Stewart King Arthur book that I lost and have since found, but not returned yet. Checked it out last fall.
Last movie seen: The Station Agent, and it was freaking awesome. Nope, wait, The Shape of Things on HBO, and it was creepy.
Last beverage drank: Two schmirnoff ices at karaoke, and some water because it was so hot, I couldn't breathe...
Last food consumed: pasta from Il Spazio right before Karaoke.
Last phone call: Called restaurants in St. L to make reservations.
Last CD played: Soundtrack from Reality Bites.
Last annoyance: someone didn't show up at karaoke and didn't call...
Last pop drank: Dr. Pepper, only Dr. Pepper... when? Sunday night at KFC?
Last ice cream eaten: Frozen custard cone tonight with D and kids at Crumbles and Cream
Last time scolded: When I was informed at work that I had forgotten the dates of that speaker...
Last shirt worn: I'm wearing a black tank top, and before this, a lime green ribbed thing.
I...
I am: staying up too late doing this.
I want: job security.
I have: three beautiful sons and an awesome awesome guy.
I wish: can't say here.
I hate: job insecurity.
I fear: job insecurity/ not being able to care for my children properly/keep them safe.
I hear: the fish tank...
I search: for Truth.
I regret: Um, making enemies with someone who later testified against me in my custody trial, even though it worked out okay.
I love: Dereck and my boys; my family; my friends; my animals
I always: worry too much and butt my nose in where I shouldn't.
I am not: shy
I dance: to Strokin' at karaoke.
I sing: Piano Man at karaoke
I cry: sometimes. The hardest most recently was when Linda had her stroke.
YES or NO:
You keep a diary: What do you think?
You like to cook: yes, but I like to eat out more...
You have a secret you have not shared with anyone: Me?
DO YOU...?
Have a crush: No.
Want to get married: Sometimes.
Get motion sickness: sometimes.
Think you’re a health freak: What is the opposite of that?
Current hair color: umm, mostly blonde, five different colors of highlights thanks to Carol Ann.
Eye color: blue
Birthplace: Denver
FAVORITES
Number: 11
Color: brown
Day: Friday
Month: October
Songs: ? Too many to count. Love Beck's Sea Change, and Coldplay's Rush of Blood to the Head.
Season: Autumn.
Drink: Coffee, with half and half.
Alcohol: Yes, please.
PREFERENCESCuddle or make out: Depends on my mood.
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: right now, chocolate milk sounds much better.
Milk, dark, or white chocolate: milk
Vanilla or chocolate: chocolate.
IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...
Cried? teared up.
Helped someone? tried. Meddled is more like it.
Bought something? I have three kids. Of course.
Gotten sick? Blinding headache most of the day.
Gone to the movies? No.
Said ‘I love you’? More times than I can count.
Written a real letter: no.
Talked to an ex? um, yes, actually, damn, I forgot.
Missed an ex? No.
Written in a journal? just this.
Had a serious talk? Yes, perhaps one of the most serious of my life.
Missed someone? hmmm... not really.
Hugged someone? Yup. Many many someones.
First job: Babysitting, then Rax restaurant.
First screen name: Jench
First self-purchased CD: I have no idea.
First piercing/tattoo: ears pierced age 11 in Denver; second piercing age 15 in Chicago/ tattoo of a voodoo symbol to protect my children and my house from evil, on my tenth wedding anniversary, in the middle of my divorce.
First true love: Ummm... Steve Richter, or Mark Wise, who broke my heart.
First enemy: Gads. I don't know the first one. I just keep track of the current ones.
LASTS
Last big car ride: probably to Lake of the Ozarks to camp.
Last kiss: Dereck, a few seconds ago.
Last library book checked out: A Mary Stewart King Arthur book that I lost and have since found, but not returned yet. Checked it out last fall.
Last movie seen: The Station Agent, and it was freaking awesome. Nope, wait, The Shape of Things on HBO, and it was creepy.
Last beverage drank: Two schmirnoff ices at karaoke, and some water because it was so hot, I couldn't breathe...
Last food consumed: pasta from Il Spazio right before Karaoke.
Last phone call: Called restaurants in St. L to make reservations.
Last CD played: Soundtrack from Reality Bites.
Last annoyance: someone didn't show up at karaoke and didn't call...
Last pop drank: Dr. Pepper, only Dr. Pepper... when? Sunday night at KFC?
Last ice cream eaten: Frozen custard cone tonight with D and kids at Crumbles and Cream
Last time scolded: When I was informed at work that I had forgotten the dates of that speaker...
Last shirt worn: I'm wearing a black tank top, and before this, a lime green ribbed thing.
I...
I am: staying up too late doing this.
I want: job security.
I have: three beautiful sons and an awesome awesome guy.
I wish: can't say here.
I hate: job insecurity.
I fear: job insecurity/ not being able to care for my children properly/keep them safe.
I hear: the fish tank...
I search: for Truth.
I regret: Um, making enemies with someone who later testified against me in my custody trial, even though it worked out okay.
I love: Dereck and my boys; my family; my friends; my animals
I always: worry too much and butt my nose in where I shouldn't.
I am not: shy
I dance: to Strokin' at karaoke.
I sing: Piano Man at karaoke
I cry: sometimes. The hardest most recently was when Linda had her stroke.
YES or NO:
You keep a diary: What do you think?
You like to cook: yes, but I like to eat out more...
You have a secret you have not shared with anyone: Me?
DO YOU...?
Have a crush: No.
Want to get married: Sometimes.
Get motion sickness: sometimes.
Think you’re a health freak: What is the opposite of that?
Current hair color: umm, mostly blonde, five different colors of highlights thanks to Carol Ann.
Eye color: blue
Birthplace: Denver
FAVORITES
Number: 11
Color: brown
Day: Friday
Month: October
Songs: ? Too many to count. Love Beck's Sea Change, and Coldplay's Rush of Blood to the Head.
Season: Autumn.
Drink: Coffee, with half and half.
Alcohol: Yes, please.
PREFERENCESCuddle or make out: Depends on my mood.
Chocolate milk or hot chocolate: right now, chocolate milk sounds much better.
Milk, dark, or white chocolate: milk
Vanilla or chocolate: chocolate.
IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...
Cried? teared up.
Helped someone? tried. Meddled is more like it.
Bought something? I have three kids. Of course.
Gotten sick? Blinding headache most of the day.
Gone to the movies? No.
Said ‘I love you’? More times than I can count.
Written a real letter: no.
Talked to an ex? um, yes, actually, damn, I forgot.
Missed an ex? No.
Written in a journal? just this.
Had a serious talk? Yes, perhaps one of the most serious of my life.
Missed someone? hmmm... not really.
Hugged someone? Yup. Many many someones.
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