tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35175512012-01-27T10:35:01.780-08:00Super Jen Totally RulesSuper Jennoreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-28870287094027337812010-10-22T18:33:00.000-07:002010-10-22T19:05:02.123-07:00Breast Cancer Awareness MonthTechnically, I'm a breast cancer survivor. Not that it really tried to kill me, mind you. It was more a tourist than a killer when they found it. The chronicle starts here, and writing kept me mostly sane during the surreal treatment process. My mother, on the other hand, is a for real survivor of not only breast cancer but now ovarian cancer. Hats off, mom.What Super Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-23756540798124874942010-07-31T18:30:00.001-07:002010-08-01T17:54:42.156-07:00The Janice Story, Part 4 (and Finally Done)This one will be a bit long, but it all sort of goes together...Janice's going away party was clearly in retaliation for the party I threw. Lucky me, I was home when it started and Stephanie was not. First Janice's boyfriend arrived with a pony keg, then some of his friends started showing up. These were friends of the real whiskey tango Super Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-64834511314831688662010-07-31T16:30:00.000-07:002010-07-31T19:14:59.416-07:00The Janice Story, Part 3Once Janice had a deadbolt on the door to her room, Stephanie and I started to worry. I mean, if she was so worried about us messing with her stuff and created this little fortress, what attacks was she plotting from within? Inevitably, Stephanie and I got locks on our bedroom doors. I wonder what the next tenants thought of all this. They probably couldn't even guessSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-67497759366388857102010-07-28T19:03:00.000-07:002010-07-28T20:08:28.318-07:00The Janice Story, Part 2As background, I should mention our living arrangement. There were two bedrooms in the apartment, and then there was a "bedroom" that was really a slightly converted porch. There were also two parking spaces allotted to our apartment. I was willing to take the tiny "bedroom" (I spent most of my time in a practice room anyway) and I didn't feel the need to have a car onSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-69169255685648566812010-07-24T18:01:00.000-07:002010-07-24T18:51:46.648-07:00The Janice Story, Part OneI was reminded the other day of a roommate I had in college. Her name wasn't Janice, but for the purposes of this story it will be. My friend Stephanie and I moved in with Janice when we found out she was looking for two roommates for a pretty sweet place near campus. Janice was a "friend of a friend" kind of person, not someone we knew, but someone we knew of. I'm Super Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-21612640726605345942010-03-03T17:59:00.001-08:002010-03-03T17:59:31.572-08:00Son of FrankenboobBrace yourselves, this is a long one.I call my husband and I "neo-hippies" sometimes. It all started gradually, and the impetus was my (non-invasive) breast cancer diagnosis. We progressed from cutting dairy out of our diet (much to the chagrin of my Wisconsin-based family) to cutting out junk food (OK, BoJangles makes an occasional appearance), to cutting out partially Super Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-28376882526042593562010-02-20T12:26:00.000-08:002010-02-20T12:38:23.755-08:00The 5 S WordsOverall, I think we had a fairly smooth transition into parenting. We have talked with enough parents that we know to realize that you will have to accept a "new normal" as fast as possible in order to survive with your mind intact. That's not to say that we don't forget to do things, forget what time appointments are, forget our names, etc. After all, the sleeping conditions withSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-45070339881452040172010-01-27T11:35:00.000-08:002010-01-27T14:02:07.427-08:00The Big DaySince it has now been six weeks, I feel like I have regained enough of my sanity to post about our little guy's first day. Since he never did get turned around to the proper exiting position (keeping all feet, hands and objects inside the ride at all times), it was scheduled c-section all the way. As I mentioned, it is now considered far too dangerous to deliver a breech baby, and Super Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-87305482334592778782009-12-04T09:50:00.000-08:002009-12-04T10:13:50.801-08:00Once More Unto the Breech...So, at 36 weeks we start having the up-close-and-personal style appointments once a week. Without getting graphic, the doctor checks to see how things are progressing, and checks the baby's position. The first of these appointments left us feeling pretty good - dilated (already!) 1cm, and baby has his head pointed down, in the proper "exit" position.At least that's Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-71888911576982783052009-11-30T19:24:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:05:12.419-08:00Thanksgiving, Pregnancy EditionThings I'm thankful for this year:Yoga pantsZantac 150Our Tempur-Pedic mattressAll my friends who have been pregnant before and are willing to listen to me and/or give me adviceMy husband for making our Thanksgiving roast beef (since I'm off poultry...)The in-laws for bringing us Thanksgiving leftovers (pig roast!)Continued health and (relative) happiness, for all Super Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-842847218265149242009-09-12T13:22:00.000-07:002009-09-12T13:41:15.845-07:00I Probably Shouldn't Jinx ItI have about a week left in my second trimester, and I have to say that things are going really, really well. I can (mostly) breathe through my nose again, and I can now brush my teeth without feeling like I'm going to hurl. That was weird. Also, I'm sleeping pretty well on average, not including the early morning pee breaks. Most of the time when I wake up in the Super Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-63447642167009913062009-08-27T18:15:00.000-07:002009-08-27T18:55:42.271-07:00Travelogue: Jacksonville, NCI have found this whole writing thing to be a bit more difficult since we never seem to stay home on the week-ends. On the bright side, we've taken some pretty neat trips, so I decided that it's time to catch up on some field reporting.The first trip we took this spring/summer was to see my cousin-in-law get married. Her new husband was in the Marines at the time, soSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-41360336692444177982009-08-10T18:37:00.000-07:002009-08-10T19:09:38.766-07:00Baby's First SheepA friend of mine introduced me to the Martha's Vineyard Fiber Farm Blog a while back. It is an excellent place to get your cute fix, what with all the pictures of baby lambs, among other things. Not only that, but there are usually links to all sorts of interesting things. One that caught my eye was a link to a pattern for some knitted sheep. That very same week, I bought Super Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-24787427243021244362009-07-23T15:12:00.000-07:002009-07-23T16:00:07.070-07:00UltrasoundsFor my first ultrasound (around 5 weeks or so), for once I was really glad I paid attention during all the movies I've seen that involve pregnancy. You see, I astutely noticed during movies like "Knocked Up" that the mother-to-be was wearing one of those drapes during the procedure. And every woman knows what that drape signifies. So, I did some research ahead of time to see if it Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-3643733625248093352009-07-16T13:49:00.000-07:002009-07-16T14:17:03.690-07:00Return of Frankenboob(and other oddities)Let me just preface this by saying that I have known at least ten women that have been pregnant during the time I have known them. Also, due to my pregnancy obsession developed during the "trying" phase, I had read about lots of the possible "benefits" that occur. Naturally none of these have happened to me, just ones I had no idea were even possible. ISuper Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-38930496729396652952009-07-11T19:56:00.000-07:002009-07-11T20:13:50.390-07:00MisconceptionsGet it? 'Cause I'm going to talk about babymaking and stuff and there's the word "conception?" It's true though, there were some things that I thought I knew before we went into this whole "create another person" process. I ended up going to a consult with an OB/GYN for advice and she was incredibly kind and helpful. I recommend that, rather than going to the Internet, if this Super Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-88230913241700986002009-07-08T08:11:00.000-07:002009-07-08T09:50:42.506-07:00Where Do We Go From Here?My surgeon and I had a conversation after my last biopsy about what they found. Like I mentioned, it wasn't cancer, just more warning signs. To sum up: 1) family history 2) previous DCIS diagnosis 3) "markers" found in second surgery 4) let's be frank: lumpy boobs that seem to continually make more lumps. It's what they do. So, suffice it to say my "team" doesn't Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-66809342658184602422009-07-06T10:11:00.000-07:002009-07-06T10:47:25.004-07:00The RecapHi, I'm Jen. My friend Melisa has inspired me to start writing again, with a combination of writing herself and gentle cajoling. But, in order to appreciate some of the weird stuff that is happening to me this time, you have to have a small understanding of what prompted me to write so much here in the first place.Back in 2002, I had a small run-in with breast cancer. Since I have Super Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1151609830470460712006-06-29T12:32:00.000-07:002007-07-25T14:50:26.955-07:00Same As It Ever WasI overheard our receptionist talking to a group of small children in the lobby today.Receptionist: What's your name?Child #1: Kyle.Receptionist: And what's YOUR name?Child #2: (babbles semi-incoherently)Child #1: He said Roy Rogers.Receptionist: Roy Rogers??Child #1: His real name is Gabriel.The funniest part about this exchange is that I'm not 100% sure that the receptionist Super Jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1121720815700286742005-07-18T13:48:00.000-07:002005-07-18T14:16:41.976-07:00I Hope You Know That This Will Go Down on Your Permanent RecordThe Violent Femmes played Raleigh this week-end, and of course I went. I spent countless hours as a teenager listening to their first album. On casette tape, of course, so that it subsequently started sounding like the band was playing underwater on some of the songs, and then the tape finally just broke. We would play their music Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1121351737749132512005-07-14T07:27:00.000-07:002005-07-14T07:35:37.756-07:00YumIs it wrong that I'm so excited about the potential of Karl Rove actually getting caught doing something shady? I can barely listen to stories about it on the radio without clapping my hands with glee. Glee, I tell you. I just finished reading one of Al Franken's books (dated, I know) about Rove's push polling to knock McCain out of the primary, and various other shady shit he's done to Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1120765379167413252005-07-07T12:03:00.000-07:002005-07-07T12:44:54.706-07:00London CallingOur main TV broke about three weeks ago, so the first I heard of today's bombings was on BBC news on my way to work. It made the news much more immediate hearing it on a London-based station. The immediate panic and the jammed phone lines reminded me so much of 9/11 it was eerie. In addition to the victims and wounded, they talked about the 3 million or so people who would Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1120678566540824352005-07-06T12:31:00.000-07:002005-07-06T12:36:49.466-07:00Hawt.What other word is there to describe North Carolina in July besides, "Gaaahhh." Seriously. Hot, Africa hot, and humid so it seems like you're swimming through the air rather than walking. This is interrupted only by sudden and torrential downpours, some with lightning and thunder, some with hail, some with only huge, furious drops of rain. Sometimes, the rain parts the heat like a wave, Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1116891279163423162005-05-23T15:53:00.000-07:002005-05-24T10:25:03.283-07:00Spring, Summer, and FallI had a whole series of things that would fit into the seasons categories, but I got so hung up on how to write the Fall one that I haven't written anything. So I'm just going to skip it. Plus, the overall blog tone has gotten a little depressing with the multiple deaths in my family and among friends of the family. There are much happier things that have happened this Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1108049594364995452005-02-10T07:21:00.000-08:002005-02-10T07:33:14.366-08:00Winter
While we were on vacation, my Aunt Ola Mae passed away. It seems as though our family is reaching the point where we will be gathering for funerals more often. Most of these will be for people that have reached the winter of life, and I think Aunt Ola Mae had definitely made it there. She buried two husbands, has seen a generation of children born, then a generation of grandchildren, Super Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1105549551237046902005-01-12T11:53:00.000-08:002005-01-12T09:05:51.236-08:00Good Things
And I say
No, no, no, don't pass me over No, no, no, don't pass me by
See I can see good things for you and I
Yeah, good things for you
The year is 1992 (or thereabouts) and the place is a basement of a rental house that is somewhere in the vicinity of campus but is just far enough away that you have to find somebody with a car to take you there. There are five of us in the basementSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1100904939334188072004-11-19T14:53:00.000-08:002004-11-19T14:57:52.533-08:00It's That Time of Year Again
How to make deep-fried turkey instructions can be found here and here, the last one includes a recipe for the seasoning.
Enjoy!
Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1095884656172702132004-09-22T13:53:00.000-07:002004-09-22T13:28:59.653-07:00Eulogy
Instead of trying to do something elaborate here, I am going to stick with what I do naturally. Telling stories.
My favorite story about my grandfather:
When I was little, I remember sitting in my grandparents' kitchen and coloring in a coloring books. It is possible that the coloring book came with me on the trip, but it is possible that it came instead from the toy cupboard. The toy Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1093977521897949382004-08-31T11:35:00.000-07:002004-08-31T11:38:41.896-07:00I'm Going to Have to Call You Back
Alrighty, so I have been meaning to really write, but obviously I'm just putting too much pressure on myself. So for now, I'll just get something here so I don't look so lazy. (Oh, it's much too late for that.)
I was on my way home the other night and saw a Cyclist up ahead. You know, he's not riding a bike he's cycling. He has the spandex shorts, the Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1083275440755646442004-04-29T14:50:00.000-07:002004-04-29T14:54:51.780-07:00Life in the Kingdom
As far as turn-based games online go, there is none finer than The Kingdom of Loathing. Where else can you become a Disco Bandit, fighting things like Baseball Bats (a creature with bat wings and a baseball for a body) and P Imps (in the Copse of the Deep Fat Friars)? My current questing takes me into the Palindrome, where every creature is (you guessed it) spelled the same Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1083037933298143992004-04-26T20:52:00.000-07:002004-04-26T20:56:19.856-07:00For Your Information
In answer to my dad's question of the other night, gas in Raleigh is running about $1.68 for regular unleaded. It doesn't change the fact that I still have to put gas in my car when it runs out. And driving to Raleigh just to fill up your car would NOT save you any money.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1080918643670523512004-04-02T07:10:00.000-08:002004-04-02T07:14:18.356-08:00Don't Look Now, But I'm Back
Ever feel like you've simply run out of stuff to talk about? Seriously, I have been wanting to send email to my friends for the longest time, but I didn't because they would just be so boooooring. Got up today, went to work, came home, made dinner, played a computer game. That's what I did yesterday, too. The fun just never ends, does it? But, I decided that if ISuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1069340724884495282003-11-20T07:05:00.000-08:002003-11-20T07:06:50.263-08:00Deep Fried Jelly Bracelets
It has come to my attention that most people (people I don't know) end up here looking for one of two things. So, in an effort to be the most helpful superjen I can, here you go:
1. How to make deep-friend turkey instructions can be found here and here, the last one includes a recipe for the seasoning.
2. The legend of the jelly bracelet, and what color means what... Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1068820349633094112003-11-14T06:32:00.000-08:002003-11-14T06:34:54.436-08:00What a Way to Wake Up
I turned on the Today Show this morning to try and motivate myself to get out of bed. Yeah, it's sad, but the most trying part of my day usually happens somewhere between opening my eyes and taking a shower. So... warm... so... comfortable... can't... zzzzzz
This morning, they had a feature about teenagers that wear "jelly" bracelets to school. Apparently, the new urban Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1068563026017542302003-11-11T07:03:00.000-08:002003-11-11T07:04:11.153-08:00A Little Late, But...
I thoroughly enjoyed the bit on the hook hand urban legend story at The Morning News. Yeah, it was for Halloween, so deal. The one by Tobias Seamon was my favorite. A psychotic gleam in his eye, an itch in his armpit. Indeed.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1067271742502107602003-10-27T08:22:00.000-08:002003-10-27T08:23:11.936-08:00Bicth or Bitch?
When I walked into my office this morning, these words greeted me. They were drawn on one of my tables in permanent marker, and then circled. Now, I'm pretty sure the second spelling is the correct one, but I had no idea how someone had gotten into my locked office and left me a multiple choice like this one.
As it turns out, the building hired a painting crew to paint Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1065110765489861902003-10-02T09:06:00.000-07:002003-10-02T09:06:05.593-07:00WHAT WAS THAT???
We stayed up far too late last night, victims of a re-run of the X Files that neither one of us had seen before. We absolutely had to see how it ended. Finally, it was over and we drifted off to sleep.
In my dream, I was being chased by something that I couldn't see. Running like hell, I heard it make a loud noise, but I could tell the noise was fairly far away from me. It Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1063719577079701582003-09-16T06:39:00.000-07:002003-09-16T06:39:36.810-07:00Battening
North Carolina is really a lovely place to live. It's an easy drive to both the beach and the mountains, there are trees and greenery all over the place, the winters are mild, there is air conditioning for the summers, etc. etc. Every so often, Mother Nature reminds us that we have to pay a toll for all this. The ice storm last winter was one such toll - people lost a bunch of trees,Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1062007685703805482003-08-27T11:08:00.000-07:002003-08-27T11:08:05.723-07:00Take Them Bowling
We rented Bowling for Columbine this week-end, and I would like to personally deliver it to each of your houses and watch it with you. Barring that, I guess I will just recommend that you rent it. We will probably end up buying it - I for one would like to watch it again. To blatantly steal a thought from a fictional movie, it makes me want to be a better (wo)man. It was Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1061659784852484742003-08-23T10:29:00.000-07:002003-08-23T10:30:04.686-07:00Billy Whoooofleck??
Not a phone call I would want to get again, really:
Phone: Jennifer?
SuperJen: Yes..
Phone: This is Carol, from [my oncologist]'s office.
[insert sound of heart stopping... here.]
Carol: Hello?
SJ: Yes, hello.
C: [my oncologist] would like you to come back in and have your blood tested again, because your Billy Rubin was low.
SJ: What?? Billy who? I don't know anyone named Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1060205079647861662003-08-06T14:24:00.000-07:002003-08-07T12:43:45.556-07:00Life's Little Victories
These apparently happen to Keith Knight a lot more frequently than they happen to me, but I'm starting my own list.
#1: You hear an all-to-familiar sampled bass line on the radio
No! It's Vanilla Ice! Dear Lord, make it stop!!
And then it's the original song in all its glory!
Bowie! Mercury! YES!!!Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1059575623563744962003-07-30T07:33:00.000-07:002003-07-30T07:33:43.460-07:00Getting Fuzzy
I invite you to feel the cold wrath that is my spork. Thank you.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1059063920466987232003-07-24T09:25:00.000-07:002003-07-24T09:25:20.396-07:00In the Fark Personals Forum
jessss: OK, 11-letter word for Star Wars character
LawTalkingGuy: Luuuuuuuuke?
Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1058828245749330182003-07-21T15:57:00.000-07:002003-07-21T16:03:28.013-07:00I Have Tried the Ice Cream of the Future
... and it was OK.
I recently signed up to sing the National Anthem at a Carolina Courage soccer game with some people from the choir I belong to off and on. The hubby and I decided that we would spring for the (free) tickets and stay around for the game.
Initially, we thought that getting something to eat would be a challenge. After all, we have Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1058374315977736842003-07-16T09:51:00.000-07:002003-07-16T09:51:55.843-07:00Community Property
I just went into the kitchen in my office building to try and microwave my lunch. Someone had already stuck their food in there, though, so I figured I would have to wait until 1) it was done and 2) they came back to actually remove it. I checked the timer, and it said... 7:48???? What? That means that they probably put their food in there for at least eight minutes, if notSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1058105570704653162003-07-13T07:12:00.000-07:002003-07-13T07:12:50.720-07:00Duck, duck, ... ew
As with most office buildings, there is a culture of people who smoke that congregate outside. I'm not going to go into how much I dislike running the gauntlet of toxic fumes to get to work. If you cross through the parking lot and go down a hill, there is also a pond that serves as eye candy for the backyards of houses that are nearby. In the summer, the pond gets all sortsSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1057672689915415132003-07-08T06:58:00.000-07:002003-07-08T06:58:09.880-07:00Fear the boob
I realized this morning that it has been a little over a year since I found out I had cancer. The great part about that is I forgot about it until it was a year and month - not like I had to sit here and count the days or anything. I like the fact that I have to go see the oncologist but I don't need to go see the oncologist. It so beats the alternative. In other news, my mom Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1057247218998495042003-07-03T08:46:00.000-07:002003-07-05T09:31:19.713-07:00Neurosa
A friend of ours has recently discovered that her apartment building has an infestation of mice.
We're talking here about people walking in to their apartments and finding 20-25 mice that scatter when the door opens. Residents hear the mice scrambling around in the walls when they are trying to sleep. This was evidently caused by the destruction of a pond and forest in order to build Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-1056721915495596832003-06-27T06:51:00.000-07:002003-06-27T06:51:55.323-07:00Coincidence?
Anti-gay sodomy laws declared unconstitutional
Strom Thurmond dies
You be the judge.
Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-958273472003-06-19T07:11:00.000-07:002003-06-19T07:11:09.500-07:00Norah
We went to see Norah Jones the other night. Usually when it has been raining for the last umpteen days, the last thing you would want to do would be to go to an outdoor concert. And yet, the weather cooperated and held off raining until we were leaving. In fact, there was a nice breeze during the concert that made it not too muggy and kept the bugs away, at least for the most part.
NorahSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-956291382003-06-13T07:12:00.000-07:002003-06-13T07:12:56.550-07:00Underachievers
I think the day this country should have realized it was in trouble was the day they replaced the street sign:
MEN WORKING
with
MEN AND EQUIPMENT AHEAD
Yeah, we dropped them off this morning with some stuff, but we are not prepared to guarantee that they're actually working. But they're out there, so... don't hit them with your car. Thanks.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-953299532003-06-05T08:17:00.000-07:002003-06-05T08:33:10.000-07:00Just a Geek
Yup, borrowed that from Wil Wheaton. I am planning to purchase his new book, by the way, it sounds amazing from the reviews I have read so far. I am just having a major geek moment today, and figured I would share. See, most people that know me know that I am a big geek. No, no, don't argue - underneath this smooth, polished exterior lies the heart of a major geek.
Case in point:Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-944747682003-05-16T16:07:00.000-07:002003-05-17T09:12:52.000-07:00Other People
I have recently discovered a website called Other People's Stories. It is an excellent way to pass some time if you're bored, and an excellent way to read some good writing even when you're not bored. Check 'er out.
So, I am a married lady now. Funny, I feel pretty much the same as before we got married. Pictures should be arriving within whatever schedule our photographer is Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-919281122003-04-03T10:29:00.000-08:002003-04-03T10:29:25.950-08:00Out of Mind Auto-reply
THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN AUTOMATICALLY GENERATED, PLEASE DO NOT REPLY. I will be out of my mind from today until a month from now when I get married. I apologize for any inconvenience that this may cause. If you need to contact someone sane while I am out of my mind, please figure that our for yourself. Thanks, and have a great month.
Super JenSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-905943602003-03-12T08:48:00.000-08:002003-03-12T08:49:45.000-08:00Return of the Refinance Stalker
Now we're to the pathetic, "Don't you love me anymore??" stage of our relationship:
I just wanted to check back in with you to see if you have had any second thoughts about the refinance. I have everything ready to go if you are reconsidering the 5 year ARM. I would also be able to change the loan into a 5 year ARM if you are willing to let me. I hope everythingSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-905434832003-03-11T13:16:00.000-08:002003-03-11T13:20:10.000-08:00Oh yeah? Well... you can't play with my toys anymore
What is this country coming to? Seriously, take a good look around for a second. Yes, we still have more money than most nations, but what are we using it for? To wage wars on countries that don't attack us without even a majority of support from the population, and then to piss and moan and act like babies when our allies say the same Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-903114512003-03-07T09:45:00.000-08:002003-03-07T09:54:24.000-08:00A Nice Warm Cup of STFU
We are currently looking into refinancing our house, and one of the things my fiance did was to apply at Lending Tree to experience that whole "banks compete over you" thing. Well, the first company that gave us a quote required a whole assload of financial information to be submitted, and then required that we have our house appraised. Then, they proceeded to lock the Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-901818282003-03-05T08:16:00.000-08:002003-03-05T08:16:48.936-08:00No.
OK, I just read this very disturbing story about bloggers promoting a new milk-based drink. Not only am I bitter that they don't consider mine a "key blog" (yeah right, that really upset me), I am upset that this product is even being developed. I will say it at the risk of permanently damaging my reputation as a Wisconsin native: Milk is not good for you. Just say no. Seriously, you Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-897359502003-02-25T14:06:00.000-08:002003-02-25T14:06:18.390-08:00Dude, You Should Totally Ask Her Out
I just walked past the office of an attorney down the hall, and did that glance in thing - you know, you're casually strolling past, and you just casually look in there, even though you have absolutely no business looking. I think it's instinctual, this compulsion to be completely aware of what's behind door numbers 1, 2, and 3. I mean, if the caveman didn'tSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-889809752003-02-12T09:11:00.000-08:002003-02-12T09:11:15.500-08:00Of All the Luck
The asshole who cut me off in traffic this morning, you know the one, the one who waits until the lanes are merging and then decides that he has to be right in front of you at the last minute? Yeah. I was behind him after that point, and even though he was going about 20 miles over the speed limit, ended up behind him once we exited. Then, he turned where I turned. Then, he Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-887105432003-02-07T08:09:00.000-08:002003-02-07T08:12:44.000-08:00Ow
My back hurts. I think I hurt it trying to pull wet clothes out of the washing machine, which sound incredibly wussy, but there you have it. I hurt it Sunday, and it got better and better and then yesterday got worse again. It's funny how your perspective changes when there's a persistent voice in the back of your head saying "ow ow ow ow ow." Activities that I didn't even think twice aboutSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-884065322003-02-01T20:19:00.000-08:002003-02-01T20:32:47.000-08:00Ten Movies Flock Thinks You Should See
Yes, you. Flock has seen more movies than you. No, I don't care who you are or where you work or any of that other crap, he has seen more movies. Just trust me on this one. I have paraphrased his reasons below, since we hashed this out verbally in my living room. And no, Flock is not his real name. It's a long story. Forget that, check out these Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-882137052003-01-29T09:06:00.000-08:002003-01-29T09:16:27.000-08:00Is This Thing On?
Yes! I'm back, had a lot of extraneous activity for a bit, there, but I need to write some stuff down before I completely forget about it. So, let me talk about our trip to Florida over the MLK week-end. Some of us (but not me) get that Monday off, so we decided we would go and visit my fiance's grandmother in Daytona Beach. He hadn't seen her in roughly twenty years, which Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-875530712003-01-16T13:27:00.000-08:002003-01-16T13:27:24.056-08:00Do You Hear the Lambs, Clarice?
If you have a list of ten movies everyone should see, feel free to email them to me, still. My email address is at left, all code-like to avoid the evil spammers (hopefully).
Speaking of evil, there is a guy in our office building that has been creeping me out ever since he got here. If the police suspected that a serial killer was renting in our building, I Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-873539262003-01-13T06:48:00.000-08:002003-02-01T20:34:50.000-08:00Dave's Ten Movies Everyone Should See
This means you.
I have known Dave since high school, and he has always been interested in literature, movies, drama, you name it. Hopefully, he still writes in his spare time, other than the vastly entertaining emails that he sends me (and other people too). Furthering his credentials, he managed a movie rental place for a bit, which means he has seen many Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-871290272003-01-08T12:56:00.000-08:002003-01-12T18:18:16.000-08:00Ten Movies Everyone Should See
I decided that I wasn't going to try and tackle something like "The Ten Best Movies of ALL TIME" like one of those corny VH1 shows (that I love watching, don't get me wrong). But let's face it, I do not have the time or the resources to watch every single movie ever made and make that sort of judgement call. So, I decided to list ten movies that I think everyone Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-870085932003-01-06T07:11:00.000-08:002003-01-06T07:12:26.000-08:00Another Mystery Solved
A couple networks are struggling to answer that nagging question, "How long do you have to wait after a tragedy before you can profit by putting out a made for TV movie about it?" The answers vary, however. Some say a year and a half, while others are a little more conservative and say heck, let's wait a full four years. Wow, I'm glad they have that figured out.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-864843992002-12-24T09:15:00.000-08:002002-12-24T09:15:34.000-08:00Carolina Christmas
It was 70 degrees the other day. Naturally, it was pouring down rain. Even umbrellas were futile, given that the wind was blowing so hard. I think I would prefer some nice snow, thanks. Then my fiance could actually get some time off work. His company is so crazy they wouldn't even say "don't come in" during the ice storm when they HAD NO POWER. They left a series of Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-857954562002-12-10T11:13:00.000-08:002002-12-10T11:13:36.570-08:00I'm Calling the Cop!
This service may not do anything at all to stop spammers, but it sure makes me feel better. Especially when I read the report from Spam Cop and see "Yum, this spam is fresh!" Mmm, fresh spam. For me to poop on!Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-857873182002-12-10T08:11:00.000-08:002002-12-10T11:20:25.000-08:00Fran on Ice
I suppose I could share some things about the recent ice storm that hit North Carolina. (See pictures here.) Frankly, the only thing that comes to mind is "Wow, that sucked pretty hard." We were among the fortunate, though, we had power the whole time, it just flickered randomly. We had also purchased the new expansion for our crack... er, I mean... video game, so we were content Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-849244022002-11-22T06:39:00.000-08:002002-11-22T06:39:09.813-08:00It Had to Happen Eventually
I am 30 years old. Nobody is more surprised than I am about that. Mostly, I have been a little waffly about how I'm taking this. That's right, waffly. I have had some advice from people who have already gone through this, and it has likewise been mixed. I think the advice I liked the most is that this is the year at which one starts to come into one's own. A Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-847158572002-11-18T09:58:00.000-08:002002-11-18T09:58:29.730-08:00And Back to Politics Briefly
I believe
This comic pretty much sums it up. Thankyouverymuch.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-845328752002-11-14T09:07:00.000-08:002002-11-14T09:07:05.716-08:00Call Me Ripley
The last couple days I have had a fairly intense pain located just below my rib cage. I don't know, is that the solar plexus? Anyone? After considering several possibilities of what this might be, I have decided that I am host to an alien. My only question now is should I be eating for two? Also, do aliens prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps a nice danish? Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-844257952002-11-12T09:34:00.000-08:002002-11-12T09:34:59.956-08:00Slow News Day
I would like to preface this by saying that we didn't have any tornadoes in North Carolina this week-end. Sure, they thought we might, and the weather took lives not too far from here. But mostly it just rained.
That being said, I think the news coverage went just a bit overboard on this whole weather topic. My fiance, being an employee of a bank, got yesterday off. He said Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-841196192002-11-06T07:34:00.000-08:002002-11-06T07:34:49.426-08:00The Carnival
When we went to the outer banks of North Carolina with my family this summer, we had great fun with the word Ocracoke. Specifically, with my father's insistence on pronouncing it "Orchid Choke". I made the analogy that his brain was like a carnival ride. The word pays admission at his ear and goes in, but by the time it comes out his mouth it is so dizzy from being on the rides inSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-840718282002-11-05T10:41:00.000-08:002002-11-05T10:49:43.000-08:00Must... Not... Snap...
In the "Ten Items or Less" aisle this afternoon, the woman in front of me was buying 30 cans of Fancy Feast(R) catfood. Yeah, like that counts as one item. Well, it would have in my book if the cashier didn't have to stand there and count them and then SCAN ONE CAN THROUGH 30 TIMES. Beep. Beep. Beep. Ooops, missed it that time, try again. Beep. Then the customer Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-830151652002-10-15T07:36:00.000-07:002002-10-15T12:18:49.000-07:00Sightings on Highway 40
The onion truck: a small pickup truck going under the speed limit with its hazard lights on. There were huge bags full of onions hanging off the back, and boxes of onions below those. As I passed him, I noticed that even the passenger seat was full of onions. That man likes his onions.
The paradox: a small black car with lots of bumper stickers on the back. One read Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-823723542002-10-01T10:07:00.000-07:002002-10-01T10:07:09.303-07:00Intimidating
This morning I was behind a pickup truck on my way to work. When I got closer, I noticed that it had a decal across the back that said INTIMIDATOR, and a number 3 in the back window. Not really surprising, since Dale Earnhardt's following in North Carolina was, to say the least, rabid. I remember hearing a woman on the news shortly after his death saying that she had been a fan ofSuper Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-816728582002-09-16T07:34:00.000-07:002002-09-16T07:34:33.676-07:00Charging Blindly Ahead Into Politics
For me, This article pretty much sums it up. I know it's cheating to just quote somebody else and say, "Yep, I'm with him." But rarely have I been so captivated by an article, especially one that I picked up for free while having my car worked on. Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-815052802002-09-12T06:48:00.000-07:002002-09-12T06:48:07.960-07:00The BBC World News
I enjoy the perspective I get from listening to the BBC World News in the morning. For example, I heard Peter Jennings on television this morning saying something like:
Will President Bush be able to convince a reluctant United Nations of the need to attack Iraq?
OK, now that puts a slant on it, doesn't it? I mean, it pits him as David against Goliath, doesn't it? But wait..Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-814597822002-09-11T08:33:00.000-07:002002-09-11T08:33:52.696-07:00Our Modern World
I really enjoyed the Rolling Requiem idea for today, and listened to the local one on the radio today. In case you had not heard of it, Mozart's Requiem was sung in 21 time zones today, each starting at 8:46 in that particular time zone (the time of the first plane crash).
On the other hand, our building managers are holding a commemorative... conference call. Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-814052912002-09-10T07:28:00.000-07:002002-09-10T07:42:15.000-07:00Two-Loop Bob
My favorite post from the (finally updated!) Computer Stupidities page:
"First call, Monday morning. I knew it was going to be one of those days right from the start. The call wasn't going well at all. Bob, the customer, just wasn't getting it.
Me: Ok, Bob, type a capital 'B', then press enter.
Bob: A capital B?
Me: Right, capital 'B' as in Bob.
Bob: Capital 'B' as in Bob?
Me: Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-813559052002-09-09T07:17:00.000-07:002002-09-09T07:17:06.533-07:00Boobs, Post Script
Done with radiation! I had a chat with the nurse, and she told me that I can expect to be a little tired now and then, I may have some pain in my shoulder or my rib cage, and all the skin will peel off my boob. All the... what?? Great, that will be attractive. Of course, it is still a fairly bright shade of red at this point.
My fiance says that I look like I have been Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-811873352002-09-05T06:44:00.000-07:002002-09-05T06:44:25.890-07:00Boobs, Week 7: The Final Week
As of this morning, I only have two more treatments left. These final ones are focused on the site of the cancer, and so the underside of poor Lefty is already on the mend. In order to target the correct area, we had a ten-minute holding still session, followed by the ceremonial drawing of a circle-ish shape on my boob. Now, I am part of their tribe.
I'm not Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-811434002002-09-04T08:44:00.000-07:002002-09-05T06:44:42.000-07:00Nuggets of Wisdom
-For food safety, you should wash your hands for the amount of time it takes to sing the first verse of Old MacDonald.
-It is nearly impossible to get the song Old MacDonald out of your head, once it is stuck there.
-There is a combination laundromat/tanning salon in Delaware Ohio. It is called the Wash and Tan.
-When older people get married, there will be Viagra jokes.
-Bob Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-810370062002-09-02T10:29:00.000-07:002002-09-04T08:45:13.000-07:00The Leprechaun Gets Hitched
We were in Michigan for a few days, for my fiance's grandmother's wedding. Yes, his grandmother. She will be 70 this year. She stands about 4'11" so we occasionally call her a leprechaun. Anyway, she met a guy through a friend of hers, and started meeting him for breakfast at McDonald's every morning. After a great deal of soul searching ("I'm never getting Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-807755472002-08-27T06:52:00.000-07:002002-08-27T06:52:01.980-07:00Boobs, Week Six
27 treatments down, 6 to go. Whee! I decided to try going bra-less yesterday, and wore the softest t-shirt I own, instead. It happens to be a shirt that says HANG LOOSE - HAWAII. I am not making this up. Anyway, it was worth a shot, but didn't really help anything.
It's kind of funny when I show up too early or they are behind schedule at the radiaition oncologist. When Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-804861992002-08-20T11:53:00.000-07:002002-08-20T11:53:38.000-07:00Must Be Our Lucky Day
Sign posted in the restaurant we ate at today:
Due to water restrictions in Cary, we are only able to serve water one time per week. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
We cautiously ordered water with our lunches, and got it without any problem. We're thinking about going back tomorrow, just to see what happens.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-804380972002-08-19T11:19:00.000-07:002002-08-19T11:19:28.833-07:00Boobs, Week Five
Dr. Hottie informs me that the extra-red, extra-itchy portions of Lefty are due to perspiration. In the meantime, it's fry-your-hands-on-the-steering-wheel hot here in North Carolina, and he kept me waiting half an hour in the office with broken air conditioning.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-802768962002-08-15T07:42:00.000-07:002002-08-15T07:44:17.000-07:00Telemarketers Are Invading My Voicemail
I have received numerous carpet cleaning advertisements in my home voicemail. They are fairly generic, and to me just mean that I don't actually have to tell someone no in person, all I have to do is push the delete button. If my mailbox were full of these, I would have to hunt them down and shoot them, of course.
At work, I have gotten a very disturbing Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-802333482002-08-14T08:15:00.000-07:002002-08-14T08:15:02.380-07:00What the...
This cartoon is disturbing. I get the concept, but what the heck is going on in the second scenario, there? Looks dirty to me. Bad Lore.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-801957982002-08-13T11:43:00.000-07:002002-08-13T11:43:45.393-07:00At the Sushi Restaurant
Sometimes, the easiest jokes to make are the funniest.
Me: I mean, they have an inherently misogynistic culture...
Him: They give massages?!?!??Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-801537232002-08-12T13:52:00.000-07:002002-08-12T13:52:12.073-07:00Boobs, Week 4
I itch and I can't scratch. Perfect. The growing... er, swelling... seems to be under control, which squelches my hope for a city-devouring body part. I guess my boob can do without the extra attention. After all, I have three whole doctors who are only focused on that one part of mine. That's a whole lot of people on my boob. No wonder it's swelling up, it's feeling all Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-799457242002-08-07T11:15:00.000-07:002002-08-08T08:18:44.000-07:00On the Orange Juice Carton
"Enjoy as often as you like"
Wow, thanks orange juice people. I smell a law suit.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-797499022002-08-02T14:20:00.000-07:002002-08-05T07:50:30.000-07:00Revisions to the Military Alphabet
We work with someone who just got called up to active duty and will be shipped off somewhere, he can't say. Somewhere with turbans, we suspect. At any rate, he called the other day and repeated a number using "niner niner" at the end (military speak for 99). That made us wonder if he was going to start using the military alphabet to spell things, too. Just Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-796085452002-07-30T13:15:00.000-07:002002-07-30T13:16:18.000-07:00Or Not
My doctor, who I have dubbed "Dr. Hottie" (oh yes, he is tasty), informs me that my boob will not actually eat a city. It's not growing, it's swelling. Whatever. He also told me that I should oil it up and massage it. I'm not making this up. On the surface, I was cool. Oh, really? OK. In my head, though, the porn music was playing. You look like you need a massage... bah de Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-794445022002-07-26T10:24:00.000-07:002002-07-26T10:24:45.390-07:00The Boob That Ate Manhattan
Lefty looks bigger than righty. Maybe I'm not going to get super powers from the radiation, but possibly my boob will become a world-wide menace that can only be stopped by saltwater. Rolling to a town near you.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-791176372002-07-18T12:58:00.000-07:002002-07-18T12:58:02.853-07:00Deep Fried
I start radiation therapy on Monday. I am supposed to get a "sun burn," which is a doctor euphemism for "radiation burn."
But I won't have super powers. At least, not any more than I already have. I was bummed out, because I would really like to be able to fly.Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-790243492002-07-16T09:47:00.000-07:002002-07-16T09:48:56.000-07:00Strange Days at Wendy's
All I wanted was a Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe. That's all. After trying to give me the order belonging to the next car in line at the drive-thru, the INCREDIBLY ANGRY manager tried to "help" me out.
Mr. Angry: What did you have?
Me: Junior Cheeseburger Deluxe
Mr. Angry: Regular?
Me: (wasn't it deluxe?) What?
Mr. Angry: (thinks I'm deaf) REGULAR?????
Me: Um... yes?
Mr. Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517551.post-789775432002-07-15T09:13:00.000-07:002002-07-15T09:13:35.253-07:00Telephonis Moronis
My direct number at work used to belong to a mortgage company. When my caller ID shows a number I don't recognize immediately, I generally answer with my company's name, just in case. And yet, 9 out of 10 people will just launch into what they intended to say, regardless of what I say. I would like to say "Pizza Hut," or something equally unmistakable, except that I don't Super Jennoreply@blogger.com0