Random thoughts...from a random redhead.

Friday, July 30, 2004

Politics Schmolitics

I missed his speech last night at the DNC. Reading through it, I like what he has to say. I am pretty sure that I will vote for him.

If you do anything this year, vote. It couldn't be easier to register to vote. So what are you waiting for??

Thursday, July 29, 2004

Eye queue

If all Zips are Zoodles, and all Zoodles are Zonkers, then all Zips are definitely Zonkers.

Apparently your abililty to answer the above question is the defining point on if you are a genius, or just average intelligence...

Oh yeah and according to this test, my IQ is 131...
Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.

I'm soooo not lovin' it..

Does anyone else DESPISE the new McDonald's commercials? I dislike them to the point of wanting to change the station. What kind of ad exec thought up the LAME ASS songs in these things? The worst offender is the one they have for Dippin' Dots. I love Dippin' Dots, but I'd rather wait and eat them at the fair then take one step into McDonalds!

Interesting enough, "I'm lovin it" is an anagram for "ailing vomit". heh

I have GOT to get me some of these...

or even these...they look like some kind of BDSM pointe shoes.

yeah I always knew that the 50's era stereotypes weren't true...sure they wore dresses, pumps, and pearls during the day, but at night they wore something a little more like this.

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Me...Bandwagon...< jump>

The Jedi bug has bitten..

It has happened every time...I start reading about the upcoming Star Wars movie being released and I start obsessing. I start reading and searching for info about it. I read fan-fiction < hangs head in shame...>. And now that I've started playing Star Wars Galaxies, who knows how bad it will get this time!
The name of the next Star Wars movie was released this past weekend. It's going to be Revenge of the Sith. The name itself invokes so many thoughts on how things will end up...

I know some of you (vadergrrl!) might be able to sympathize with me about my infatuation with all things Star Wars. Everyone else, just pat my head and tell me everything will be allright.

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

The ultimate cure for boredom always comes through.



WHY is this day going by so slow. I need excitement! I need entertainment! Ok, I know I'm at work, but don't people need these things even at work?
It's unbearably slow today.

Lemonade Stand!

I've been reduced to these type things to keep me occupied.

Monday, July 26, 2004

Human Clock

Via Fleece I saw this. The concept sounds brilliant. I can think of a ton of imaginative ways to display the doesn't specify on the site if nudity is allowed. hehe

Remember when you used to be able to call for the time? There would be a number you could dial and the some lady would come on and tell you "At the sound of the tone the time will be....three...fifty-two...and 6 seconds...BEEP". I wonder what happened to that? How come I can no longer call and hear her? It was just one of those fun things you could do and it was FREE.

Naughty 800 numbers used to be free too. You could make up any random dirty phrase you could think of and see what happened. I remember one night when I was working in a grocery store. I was the closing cashier and we were goofing off. I dialed one of these numbers and played it over the store PA. The night-time stock people got to hear "You have reached Phone Sex Central...One eight hundred HOT DICK!!" least they got a good laugh...

Fixing myself

Today I made an appointment to get my spine adjusted. I used to go to a chiropractor a lot about a year ago because I had something called forward head posture from sitting in front of a computer for 8+ hours a day. This caused headaches as well as tingling in my arms and fingers. The way I held my head apparently put pressure on the nerves that run down my arms. They successfully fixed that but now I require regular "maintenance" so that my bones don't go back to the way they were before. I don't mind it though because it is always a relief to be readjusted. It feels kind of like there is a spring that is wound too tight in my neck and back and they unwind it by adjusting me.
In reading mimi smartypants, I found out that I am not the only one who partakes in this type of "unconventional" therapy. Based on her suggestion, I definitely want to try craniosacral therapy. It sounds divine. I have a thing for that kind of relaxation...I'm not very ticklish so it sounds like it's something that would be very soothing to me. When I was a little girl and I had trouble falling asleep my mom would soothe me to sleep by gently rubbing my back...just a very light touch, not really rubbing like massaging, it was almost a tickle. A couple of minutes of that and I'm out like a light. =) (it still works to this day...)
So now, what are the chances of finding someone in Bremerton who does this craniosacral therapy thing?

Sunday, July 25, 2004

Doing my part for the greater good...

War On Pornography

This really sounds like a bunch of right-wing "family values" hoo ha. I agree that pornography is not the kind of thing you want your kids looking at. That is why you, as their parent, are responsible for monitoring and/or limiting what they do see on the Internet. It's not rocket science folks. The computer is not the babysitter. It's not just like TV where you can sit them down in front of it and walk away (although you shouldn't be doing THAT either...). When are people going to wake up and realize that the way to keep children from being exposed to things they shouldn't be exposed to is by taking an active part in their lives, NOT by trying to censor what everyone else sees??

Radios, computers, and TV's have these neat little things called OFF buttons. If you don't like what you are seeing or hearing...USE IT!

Weekend update

Well we lost our game today by one measley point. That's good considering we were playing a team that was a division above ours. We all hit well today and had good defense going. I feel good even though we lost. No one can say we didn't try.
The weather cooperated today and it was overcast which kept the temp nice and cool.

So far it's managed not to rain so I'm going to take this oppurtunity to paint my deck...the fun just never ends I tell ya...
Hope everyone is having a good weekend.

Saturday, July 24, 2004


I wanted to clarify that I'm not a religious person. Spiritual yes, religious, no. The quote from my Audioblog post was from a bumper sticker I saw on the way to my softball tournament. I wanted to test out the Audioblog thing so I figured what the heck... Yes the not so lovely voice you heard is me. Hopefully for my next experiment in Audioblogging I can come up with something more original than a bumper sticker.

My team is in first place. It was hotter than holy hell today but I managed to avoid getting a sunburn. We'll see if I'm so lucky tomorrow. It's single elimination tomorrow so we could play one game or we could play three.

Right now it's cooled down outside to around 86 but it's still 90 inside my house. I can't seem to get a cross breeze blowing....ughhh Cold shower here I come!

this is an audio post - click to play

Friday, July 23, 2004


It's 86 degrees inside my house.
It's 79 degrees outside my house.(damned double paned windows...)
There's no breeze.
I think I've melted into the chair.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Blow...n glass

My friend James recently visited Atlanta and saw a Chihuly exhibit there. If you're not familiar, Chihuly is the artist who created the huge glass flower chandelier that hangs in the lobby of the Bellagio hotel in Las Vegas. It's absolutely amazing.
I don't know why I'm mentioning this, I just thought the stuff he does is really cool and inspiring.


Does anyone else picture sperm (like in the video) when they hear Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel?

Apparently that song is

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Dream Analysis

In one part of the dream there were 2 sides of a street. People kept trying to run accross the street and were struck by lightning each time they tried. For some reason I was able to cross without harm. There was some kind of weird storm going on at the time.
In another part of the dream I was with a school group of some type and we had just been to some sort of fair or festival. I think it was sort of like a Renaissance fair or something. I went into a shop that was selling baked goods, roasted nuts, ice cream, and those swirly lollipops that they always call unicorn horns or something like that. There were girls working behind the counter and they were younger than me. They had "serving wench" costumes on (because it was a Renaissance fair) but everyone at the fair was dressed really touristy with socks and sandals, flowered shirts, wide brimmed hats, sunglasses, and cameras around their necks.
I remember seeing someone with a very tall ice cream cone, you know the soft serve kind that has the white ice cream piled up high. I asked them for one of those and they gave me one with orange flavoring in it. It was good, but I remember thinking it's not what I wanted. Suddenly I was the only one left who hadn't gotten on the bus and I was trying to find the busses to go home. Everyone was cleaning up from the fair...sweeping and putting trash into trash cans. For some reason I couldn't find the bus. It was raining and the sun was setting.

There may be some symbolism in this dream but I wouldn't know where to begin to interpret it's meaning. I never was good at deciphering symbolism...I have very vivid dreams most of the time. A lot of times I can remember the dream in my head but it's very hard for me to write what's happening. It's almost like I can't describe what goes on with words. Occasionally I'll have a dream that will come true and I'll have deja vu. Occasionally I'll have a dream where it makes me question if the person I saw is actually in some kind of trouble in real life. Like, one time I dreamt of my neice falling off of a very tall building and she died. I was the one who had to identify the body. It was awful...

Warm fuzzy

Julie made a post today about how everyone has a story. She had been talking about family planning and wanting to know why some women chose to parent children and how they made it through everything etc. If you ask me, I haven't even gotten to the tough years yet...E's not a teenager so I'm sure that's bound to be harder than anything that's happened yet, single mom and all.
Anyway, I was rather, for lack of a better word, chuffed, that she made a reference to my blog in this particular post. The thought that anyone would actually like something that came from my brain is very cool. Her and I had had a dialogue where she asked me who helped me out in my early days of motherhood and through the years of single motherhood that I experienced. Plain and simple, I did it because that's what needed to be done at the time and the help I received from my parents and close friends proved to be absolutely essential.
I don't regret anything that has happened to me. You can't look back at something that so majorly affects your life and say "I wish I would have done it differently". If you had, then you wouldn't be the person you are today. Maybe that's a good thing in some cases, in fact I know it is, but I think all things happen for a reason.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Stop looking at me!

Do you ever get the feeling like the person you're talking to is giving you a once over? You try to make eye contact with them but you can see them looking out of the corner of their eye at your hand, your arm, your breasts (happens all the time and I'm not even big in the chest area), your clothes... This drives me insane and makes me very self-conscious. Why is it so hard to look people in the eye when you talk? And do you have to make it so obvious that you're looking at them? Sure I look at people when I talk to them but I do it in a way so that they will not think I'm staring at them. the the my shoe...she's...door again...wearing!
This way I don't make them feel uncomfortable, you know when someone is staring at your clothes to the point where you think you might have spilled something on yourself, or your skirt is tucked into your pantyhose, or your fly is open or something...

Now departing...

Well I've left Poorly Planet. I had a nice visit, if your definition of 'nice' is hacking your lungs out and sweating with fever. There was a lot of video game playing on Poorly Planet this time. I have to say I wouldn't mind visiting again...but I doubt they'll let me go if I'm not sick.

Work is everything I remembered it being and more. I picked some of the dahlias from out front and took them to work so my desk would look more girly. I secretly want people to stop and admire them so I can say I GREW THOSE. It still amazes me.

Monday, July 19, 2004

Any single ladies out there?

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Overweight Americans

So I'm listening to the old Virgin Radio UK again...and they have the news that comes on every morning. The announcer goes through all of the normal regional news..."football", Tony Blair, blah blah. At the end of the news the announcer did a report on how Medicare is claiming that obesity is an illness..because of all of the OVERWEIGHT everyone here is obese or something. He even went on to say that Medicare could be facing some very large medical bills. Granted, many Americans are overweight, but I've been to England...there are fat people there too! I just found it amusing how he so triumphantly declared that Medicare had to take this step because all of the OVERWEIGHT AMERICANS...

Friday, July 16, 2004


So here's a nice lil icon that my friend David made for his site.

I have been told that this one looks a lot like me


and can I say that I really don't like how blogger just assumes that every time I enter in a URL that I want it to be a link? WTF? Let me edit my own damn HTML you fools.

oh yeah, and Save Martha...or something.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Still sick

Well I stayed home...again...from work because I still can't talk and it's a little hard to work at a job where you have to talk on the phone when you can't talk... I am going to get some meds though so I should be better soon.
I have been listening to a stream of British radio all week during the day. They play UK Top 40 type stuff, which incidently is nothing like the Top 40 here in the US.  To me, the songs are much better. Maybe they have better taste in music on the other side of the pond. One thing they do have in common with Top 40 stations here is they recycle the same songs _all_day_long_...I think I have heard each one 4 times a day for the past 4 days. I'm not complaining...yet. I did manage to figure out what the name of the song is that my ringtone on my phone comes from. For the longest time I couldn't figure it's Sing by Travis. The part that is my ringtone is the chorus part.
Other than that, I've just been sleeping in between sessions of feeding my SWG addiction. I knew I shouldn't have bought this game...too late now!

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Amateur Indie film

Here's a plug for my friend Chris's film company New Lineage Films. Check out their short film The Doll House. It's an after-school special meets Blair Witch sort of way, but what can you expect for $300?
Just kidding about that...check it out.

What was for dinner?

Last night I decided I hadn't cooked anything good in a while and, seeing that I can't eat anything with edges because of my sort throat, I decided to make pasta. I made a sauce to go along with it that had lots of calorie laden butter and cream and some fresh basil but turned out really yummy.
I haven't posted any recipes in a here's the recipe:

Ingredients -
1/2 T , plus 3 T unsalted butter
1 clove garlic, finely chopped
2 sprigs of fresh basil
1 small wine glass of white wine (i used chardonnay)
3/4 cup heavy cream
enough pasta for 2 servings (i used fettucini)
parmesan cheese
finely chopped basil (optional)

Method -
Bring a lidded pot of salted water to boil while you make the sauce. In a saucepan, heat the 1/2 tablespoon of butter until it's melted and starts to bubble. Add in the basil and garlic and let them fry for a minute, but don't let the butter or garlic turn brown. Gently pour in the glass of wine and let it cook down until it's almost all evaporated. Turn the heat down and pour in the cream and add the rest of the butter. By now the pasta water should be ready and you can put it in to cook. Heat the cream mixture slowly, stirring constantly until the butter is completely melted into the sauce; don't let it boil. When the sauce is up to temperature, take the sauce off the heat and season with salt and pepper to taste. Fish out the sprigs of basil and toss the pasta in with the sauce. Serve with chopped fresh basil and some finely grated parmesan cheese.

Americans go about Italian food in the wrong way. Italians don't serve up huges plates of pasta and call it dinner, it's usually something that goes along with a meat of some type...from what I have read anyway. Having said that, I suppose you could add chicken or shrimp to this and it would be good too. I like it just plain...very yummy to the tummy.

One thing happened...I had put the wine into the fridge after I used it in the sauce to quickly chill it...and promptly forgot about it. I don't know if this will affect it and make it undrinkable...Wine-cicle anyone?

It feels like I've swallowed sandpaper

I now have laryngitis...which means I'm still not at work. This just keeps getting better. I went to the doc yesterday and his comment was "Your tonsils are huge!". He says I don't have strep and it's a virus, which sucks because he can't do anything about a virus. I have to just sit here and feel like death until it decides to go away.
It's not like I want to get better so I can go back to work, but I would like to be able to eat normal food without my throat burning. The strange thing is that Orange juice, being as acidic as it is, actually makes it feel better...what's with that?
Anyone have any suggestions?

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

While I'm at it, I thought I would post pics of my cats...what can I say...I've been home sick and kinda bored...

This is Callie. She's a little unpredictable...note the ears that are flattened against her head...

This is Vader. She is so named because she's all black...and she makes loud breathing noises. She makes loud other noises too...note the open mouth. (that purple thing is a cherry I think...dunno how that got there)

I grew this

I've never had much of a green thumb. I usually kill plants by watering them too much or something.
I thought I would post this picture...proof that I can actually grow something...sometimes.

Monday, July 12, 2004

I'm Cyndi Lauper

Had a dream that I was Cyndi singing "We Are The World"...I was actually singing in my dream. I remember wearing the headphones and waiting for Huey Lewis to finish his line so I could belt out "Well, well, well, let's realize that a change can only come..."
Why, why, why?

Why Cyndi?
Why We Are The World?

Why did Cyndi live next door to a guy I knew in high school who lived next door to a 7-11 (in the dream) and was always outside drinking a 20 oz. Pepsi? (not Coke, the dream)

I even had the funky hair do in the dream...

...yeah I don't know what it means either...

Poorly Planet

My eyes are watery, I have gravel in my throat, I feel sort of lightheaded from Dayquil...

...yep, time to go home...I'm heading to Poorly Planet again.

Locura hermosa

Upon Brian's suggestion...

This is the song for today...and yesterday...and the day before get the picture.

I's like's it's a lot's.

Friday, July 09, 2004

Male Iatrophobia

What is it with men who are sick not wanting to go to the doctor?
They cough, hack, moan, sniff, snort, moan some more...but they won't get out and see a doctor who could actually give them medicine to get rid of the sickness before they spread it to everyone they know.
Men are such babies when they are sick too. I know it sucks to be sick, but they act like if they aren't feeling 100% all of the time that it's the end of the world. They can't do anything but lay around. They become what some Navy folks would call a NUB (non-useful body). They don't shower or do much of anything that requires them to be vertical until whatever it is that has them at death's door goes away.
I think this might go along with the thing where guys won't ask for help also. Take any man to a store where they don't know where stuff is and they will wander around aimlessly until they either find what they are looking for or give up (and guess which usually comes first...).
Is this a societal thing? Are men under some kind of pressure to become germ-free, no-help-needed, super humans?

Furniture blog?

Apparently people have blogs for all kinds (circumcision anyone?) of purposes...this blog has some really cool furniture links on it.
The only problem is you have to own a small fortune to purchase it...

Thursday, July 08, 2004

I don't want to go

Every year I sign up to play softball for the recreational woman's slowpitch league. I've been on the same team for the past 3 years.
Every year I don't want to go to the games for any number of reasons.
I get excited for the season to start, I play 3 or 4 games and then I just lose interest alltogether. I don't know what the problem is. I'm not a bad player. The people on the team are fun. I just always think I could be doing something so much better than playing softball. The games are only once a week for an hour or so. It's only for a month and a half or so what's my deal? I don't want to not play. I know that the team is "counting on me to be there" and all of that crap and it's not like I hate playing, once I get there I really enjoy myself, it's just getting there...all the way accross town, have to be there early...blahhh

Wednesday, July 07, 2004


Keane - Hopes & Fears

The whole album is depressing, hopeful, down, up...all over...

It's a lot to take in all at once...but that's only because I am identifying so strongly with it at this point. It's actually really hard for me to listen to as much as I want to, because I really like the music...but the lyrics....just can't...

a HA!

SOMEONE did a google search for "orange zen janelle"

WHO WAS IT! I demand to yourself!

(or just send me an email or something...hehe)

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Today is

International Kissing Day.

How come we don't have cool holidays like that here in the US?

Can you walk straight?

If you don't read German, this might be tricky to get the hang of...

If you're drunk...NO PROBLEM!

Wile E. Coyote...Evil Genius...

From Jay and Michael I got the idea to take this personality test...not terribly insightful, but fairly accurate.

Wackiness: 30/100
Rationality: 30/100
Constructiveness: 18/100
Leadership: 24/100

You are an SEDF--Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an
evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.

Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well--even those you have known a long time--because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable. You are not to be messed with. You may explode.

I do admit, I like to be right...

Am I A Grown Up?

I had a few weird moments over the weekend...

I was thinking when D, my nephew, invited me to "hang out" with them, "What could I possibly have in common with these kids?" When I was their age, I had a baby. I didn't go to my friend's house to get drunk, I didn't party, I didn't do anything bad (are you reading this mom?). Reluctantly I went to "hang out" with my 20 year old nephew and his friends for the evening. I have to say that I was surprised. It's not what I expected, although I don't know what I expected really. It was enlighening I guess. They seemed to show a genuine interest in things I had to say. It was a new thing for me. Maybe I'm just young enough (I mean, ffs, I'm only 9 years older..) to still be "one of them". I don't feel like it though...I definitely feel out of the loop. When did that happen? When did I go from being a kid to being "an adult"?

I was talking to my nephew and his friends about being their age and what it was like and stuff. I told them that although I was older than them by almost 10 years, in a lot of ways they had lived more of life than I had. I did everything backwards, I told them. I had a baby first and now I'm getting around to doing things that I like to do. They seemed to agree with me. To them the thought of having a child at their age was unthinkable...I told them that I had thought that too "when I was their age". I felt like an old-timer. They were kind of silent for a minute, as if they were pondering it, and then the conversation went on.

Later that night I had to go to the store and one of the girls asked to tag along. She asked me a bunch of questions in the many times have I been married, how did I meet them, why did we break up, how old was I, how old was my daughter, how old was I when I had my daughter, wasn't I on the pill?, what did you do when you found out you were pregnant?...etc. etc. She seemed really curious.
I told her I have met people on the Internet and she asked "what do your parents think of that?" I had to laugh...cause you know, I'm 29, I stopped caring what they thought a long time ago, but I guess to a 17 year old it's a viable question. I told her everything she wanted to know and I explained to her that although everything turned out ok, if I knew then that I would have gotten pregnant, I would have been much more careful. I told her that it was by sheer luck (and an awesome amount of family support) that I was able to be where I am today. It's all relative, but in the grand scheme of things it's not that bad I don't guess.

I hung out with them that night and again the next night when we all lit off fireworks and drank beer and ate ribs to celebrate...oh yeah, Independence Day. I suppose you could say we were all celebrating our own individual Independence's, whatever they might be. They could celebrate being young, or whatever, and not having to be in school or being away from their parents, or even just not having to work. For me it was a little more deep than that. It was realizing that I have been largely independent for a long time and I haven't required too much assistance from anyone. I've been incredibly lucky. My life could have been a lot different but I think I have come out on the other side of something major and for me that's a reason to celebrate. I don't often think about that and I guess the girl asking me all of those questions the other night made me think about it. On a smaller scale, I was "celebrating" my temporary independence from being a parent for the summer...something that is only fun for a couple of weeks before I start to miss her and want her to come home again.

All in all, it was a good weekend.

We spent the majority of the next morning (that would be yesterday...) cleaning up the mess of bottle rockets, broken plastic casings, firecrackers, beer bottles, and cigarette butts. So THAT'S what it's like to clean up after a party...until then I really didn't know. I felt tired...exhausted really. I wanted to sleep but I wasn't tired. (Um, I think the term for that is HANGOVER)

When I left my mom's house my nephew and his friends (who were still there...) were planning on going out to the lake. They invited me to come along but I had other stuff to do so I told them maybe another time.

time for me to go back to being a grown up...

House Sitter

Whew whadda weekend...
I had been comissioned to look after my parent's house while they are away at Lake Tahoe for the week. My nephew is renting the room above their garage and their main concern was that he was going to have a wild party and burn the house down or something like that. I was going about my business on Saturday, doing some last minute cleaning before I headed out there. My mom called twice to find out when I was going out. I kept telling her when I was done with my stuff. I mean, I didn't want to waste my whole Saturday sitting around her house doing nothing. I told her I would be out there tonight...
An hour later she called again...

mom: Oh you're still there...
Me: Yeah, I have stuff to do here too you know...
mom: Well you've got to get out there, D's got tons of people over and he's having a party!
Me: Calm down, I'm sure it's fine. Don't get too paranoid about it. I'll head out there in a bit.
mom: Well hurry up, you have to see what he's up to...and don't forget to empty the cat box.

Gawd woman, make up your mind! Are you more concerned about the cat box or the possibility that your house could be burned to the ground?
About 5 minutes she called again...

mom: Haven't you left yet?
Me: Geeezus mother, I'm never house sitting for you again...
mom: Don't forget to bring in the mail.
Me: You mean the same mail you mentioned in the note that you left for me?
mom: Well I didn't know if you'd read it..
Me: I think I specifically asked you to leave me a note with what you wanted me to do...
mom: Ok, well your father just wanted to be sure..
(yeah, right...sure thing mom..)
Me: Goodbye, mother...

For the love...she was beginning to get on my nerves. So I head out to their house which is way out of town away from everything. I pull into the loud one jumping off the roof...looks ok to me. I started bringing my stuff in and my nephew comes out to say hello...his friends (all 3 of them...) not far behind.

me: Hey Brat, what are you doin'
D: Not much, just hanging out, you wanna join us?
me: Mom thinks you're having a party...

It should be mentioned that not one of them was over 21 and ALL of them had a beer or a drink in hand.

D: (slurred speech and all) Naww...iz alll gooood... (laughing)
me: ok

Friday, July 02, 2004

Remember the Mix Tape?

I can remember in high school making and receiving mix tapes from friends and boyfriends. Now it's CD's, but the same idea I suppose. I believe music is so important. It can cheer you up, bring you down, make you cry, make you laugh, make you reminisce...very important.

Thanks to the Redhead for the link to this site where you can submit a query to to find an appropriate mix tape based on whatever you want.
My fave so far...

I am one sad albino mama who figures a nice tan will make her whole

01. Superdrag - "Whitey's Theme" (Regretfully Yours)
02. Death Cab For Cutie - "A Lack of Color" (Transatlanticism)
03. Stereophonics - "T-shirt Suntan" (Performance & Cocktails)
04. Juliana Hatfield - "Sunshine" (In Exile Deo)
05. Polyphonic Spree - "It's the Sun" (The Beginning Stages Of)
06. Sheryl Crow - "Soak Up the Sun" (C'mon, C'mon)
07. Macka-B - "Natural Suntan" (Natural Suntan)
08. Polara - "Source of Light" (Polara)
09. Beatles - "Here Comes the Sun" (Abbey Road)
10. Grandaddy - "The Warming Sun" (Sumday)
11. Juliana Hatfield - "Universal Heartbeat" (Only Everything)

New job theory

Brian had an inspiring post today about work places and the general grind we all face if we want to make a should be different. I think we are going about this all wrong! I think jobs should pay more so that you could work for 3 months...make enough to live for the next 6, then when you run out of money, get another job for 3 months. That would rock! There would always be people working and taking time off so there would always be someone there to do the job. You could try out a lot of different jobs that way too. So if you got a job that sucked you would only be stuck there for 3 months...but if you got one you really liked you could remember to join up with that one at the end of your 6 months (or when you run out of money).
Think how much more productive people would be if they knew they could just work for 3 months and then do whatever they felt like doing for 6 months at a time...
I would be able to travel and fix up my house and play Star Wars Galaxies as much as I want! And just think of the time you would have to spend with your family. For those that have children, it would not longer be a question of whether you're going to stay at home with your kids, you could! Childcare costs could be greatly reduced. If you're married, you could possibly even go longer between working because you would have the extra income from your spouse.
Oh the possibilities...I should have my own country...

Thursday, July 01, 2004


I just had my first ever double-shot latte. It was very nice...french toast flavored which is cinnamon with a bit of vanilla mixed in. I feel like I could run around the block a few...hundred...times. I had only about 3 hours of sleep last night and was previously feeling sluggish (like a wet sponge...ha!), but now I am now knee-bouncing, jittery, hands shaking, heart racing. So THIS is why people drink it! Forget Bayer aspirin, I think coffee is the wonder drug that works wonders. (I'm not the only person either...)

Hair emergency! (?)

So I'm dying my hair last night I've been meaning to do it for several weeks, just haven't had a chance. I took the advice of my hair stylist and did the underneath layers this time so I wouldn't have streaks or stripes. I dutifully parted each section and clipped it to the top of my head and saturated the strands with the purple goo (no i didn't dye it purple, that's just how it looks when it comes out of the bottle).
I got all the way to the top 2 sections when the bottle started to spurt and sputter...uh oh...I had one section left when I ran out of dye. What was I going to do? I couldn't have one section of my hair strawberry blonde and the rest desert sunrise (the box says "A Light Golden Red"). So I left that part of my hair sectioned and rinsed out the rest of the purple goo. I pulled it into a loose 'tail and put on my paperclip ballcap so as to disguise the knot of hair on top that was on top of my head...I was looking foxy, let me tell you.
It was about 11:45 at this point and as luck would have it, the only 24 hour grocery in town is also the only place that carries this color of hair dye. I ran out to Safeway and grabbed the LAST BOX of number 15 Natural Instincts Desert Sunrise. The people you see at a store at midnight are There are always people hanging out outside the store as you go in. Aren't there better things to be doing than hanging out at Safeway?
Anyway, I got the dye and rushed home to finish the job...

As you can see, it's very red, but not an unnatural red that screams "look at me i just dyed my hair".

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