tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35423663238183230962024-03-13T01:37:45.854-04:00Because I've got Faith, mi compadre.Stories, reflections and opinions from my life. Being a college student, my devotion to coffee, my crochet efforts, photography, and my various obsessions and experiences.Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-76852711994342709252014-06-22T03:10:00.004-04:002014-06-23T03:16:50.639-04:00World War Z... LIVE!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<i>I am currently watching World War Z. I thought this might be a good time to stop and tell you how I'm feeling about this. In real time. It's only fair really, as nerds, dorks, and geeks who have already seen this, you must be rolling your eyes. "How could she not have seen </i>World War Z<i>? It's only been everywhere!" I know. And I'm remedying that now. So you get to hear my thoughts as I watch the movie.</i></div>
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<b>Seriously, I'm going to be talking about the plot and specific incidents so if you haven't seen it yet, welcome to the interwebs and get yourself a Netflix account.</b></div>
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I am about 25 minutes into the movie right now. This is right after Brad Pitt tells the spanish-speaking family that movement is life. <i>Movimiento es Vida.</i> But they stay, and moments after Brad and his family leave we hear the screaming of runner zombies. We can assume what happens to that lovely family. <i>(Psst: It's Zombies)</i> Cut to the whole family running up the Apartment stairs to get to the magic helicopter on the roof they keep telling their kids about much in the same way the suits Brad is talking to is telling him.<br />
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Okay - Dude. why is Brad Pitt the ONLY one with a fracking weapon? and whatever duct taped to your arm that passes for armour? Shouldn't the last person on your little rope chain also have some duct tape armour? Unless you want to literally be tied to a zombie version of your wife/child. I couldn't really tell who is last in line. But regardles, <b>no one wants that. NO ONE.</b><br />
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Speaking of Brad Pitt being the only one with armour... How about a weapon for your wife?! Why is <i>he</i> sole defender of a family of four? Bitch- there are eight hands that can hold weapons in this chain gang. Are six of them broken? Honestly, if your wife can't handle a weapon when literally being attacked by ZOMBIES and facing not only her zombification (?) but that of her children and she STILL can't handle picking up a knife or duct-tape-handled shard of glass?<br />
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Brad, you may need to sit for this.<br />
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Leave her. That's it.<br />
You can not survive fighting by yourself against the entire state of New Jersey filled with Zombies. Cut the weakest link. Who, you ask? I dunno, let's saaaaay.... the <b>ONLY OTHER ADULT</b> but she can't handle a Gorram weapon!! OH! You know who else looks a whole lot like the weakest link right about now? Connie.<br />
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Yeah, I know, your sweet baby. Cut. Her. Loose. All she does is bitch about her blankie, be overprotected, carried, pushed in a shopping cart, told to follow, told to listen, whine, and cry. I'm sorry, I know it's your kid and all but when the fast-running-scary turn-you-immediately-into-one-of-them zombies come a knockin'........ <i>You may need to pick a favorite.</i></div>
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Oh god. That means the favorite is the asthmatic, Oh dude. <i>You're</i> <i>screwed</i>. Accept your fate. but maybe make a good show so your family dies thinking you tried.<br />
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Okay, the zombie getting tossed down the elevator shaft is cool, very well done. And <b>HOLY SHIT. Little kid is AWESOME.</b> That kid was a caretaker from the start. But his save is one thing I didn't see. Also the Frau finally gets some non-feminine responsibilities and handles some shit buy walking through a door and lighting a flare. Woo. Feminists everywhere applaud. <i>(that's sarcasm.) </i><br />
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Which may be another story for another time; but at the very beginning of this movie they talked about Brad giving up his job to be a stay at home dad. Great! Awesome! More power to you as a father and a dad and your wife as the primary earner in the family. <i>SHE </i>brings home the bacon. This might be a good movie.... Anf then zombies strike and she's completely helpless.<br />
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Alright, so they get rescued... now what? Whatever government agency/contractor Brad used to work for has some pull, but why are they saving him? Is he <i>that much</i> Hot Shit? Who is he? Gaius Baltar? Mr. I'm too important to be left to die on this forsaken planet? Or more like a Shepherd Book... "Check my ident card"- and tell the Alliance what to do as all of his friends stand idly by, shocked and confused? Well?! Which?<br />
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And please tell me he kept on to that Albuterol because I <i>guarantee</i> that kid's going to need her inhaler again.<br />
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And suddenly- ohmygods they're landing on a Carrier in the Atlantic. Ok, so ... government not contractor. That was fast. Good job wifey, you saved us! Not His willingness to throw himself off of a building if he even speculated that he was infected, so as to save your pitiful lives with his last moments.<br />
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<b>33 minutes in...</b><br />
<i>"Take a look around here Mr. Lane, Each and every one of these people are here because they serve a purpose. There's no room for non-essential personnel. </i><br />
Another reason to ditch the family. *cough* I mean, oh wow! look how great of a thing he's whatever at the time of the... now.<br />
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YAWN.<br />
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Anywho. As I see them, the interesting points of this conversation are thus:<br />
1. They are on an aircraft carrier. At sea. and unless the zombies learn to swim, I think they will be fine until food runs out.<br />
1. a) You are pretty darn well armed. I think you'll be okay.<br />
1. b) Stop bringing new people on board with their entire families and you will have a longer food supply. We saw one guy with a wife and two kids, but the next guy has 3 grandkids that he can't leave behind, and the next woman is taking care of her elderly parents and can't leave them behind... or her 2 kids. And the dog has to come now too.<br />
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THIS IS A MILITARY OPERATION. Leave your family at home, and <b>do your job. </b>If you save the human race, <b>GREAT</b>! <b>Awesome! Wunderbar! Thanks a lot buddy! </b>If not, well, you're probably dead so you don't care anymore.<br />
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and 2. This guy either has a SERIOUS Gilbert and Sullivan complex <i>(-it's the one about duty! -they're allI about duty.) </i>or he owes the government some serious facetime. Like, they gave that guy launch codes or something . Was he head of Homeland Security or something? WHO could be so important? *cough* <i>Shepherd Book *</i>cough<i>* </i><br />
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I see where this is going, Book. You thought you had me!<br />
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Hitting play on the movie now.<br />
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<b>Seriously?! </b>Ok. I legitimately hate his wife. F: "You absolutely CAN NOT go!" M: "They need me to! and if I don't they'll give us to the zombies!" F: "But please, no! I'm helpless without you" M: "Don't worry, I'll stop the Zombies, fix the world, come back, get you, and then go home." F: "...... Okay. But I'm not happy about it."<br />
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Whine about your survival some more, please. You're welcome. And take care of this kid who saved all of our lives while you were opening a door and lighting a flare and couldn't stop me from eating zombie blood because doing all three was too complicated.<br />
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and the Airplane hatch opening at minute 39 was one of the scariest things ever.<br />
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OH GODS ZOMBIES!!!!<br />
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<b>about 40 minutes in... </b><br />
<b>South Korea.</b><br />
Shit just got real.<br />
We find out that not only are the zombies everywhere, but body shots only slow them down, head shots are best and just to be safe they burn the bodies. Then we see the room of mostly ashes. and some unburned fingers... <i>and they're moving!</i> So the only way to really kill these dead people is to literally burn them away. We already heard the super smart doctor guy saying that mother nature is the best serial killer, but there's always a chink in the armour. That she tries to disguise her greatest weaknesses as strengths. Also to verify they are alive, they check the eyes with a red light. I wonder if she was checking for pupil contraction or blood vessels or what?<br />
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What else do we know? Oh! they are attracted to sound. That's going to be a big one.<br />
Also that the memo/ e-mail was sent from South Korea 11 days ago. So in less than 2 weeks, it's spread from there to America.<br />
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Seriously, the fast zombies actually scare me. I'm watching this with the lights on.<br />
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I had to stop it when David Morse (!) started pulling his teeth out. In all fairness.... No teeth no biting no spread of disease, even though he claims it can't be a virus. I suppose we shall see.<br />
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OH GOD IT MADE A SOUND!!! <i>UGH</i>!!! I can't handle that kind of stuff!<br />
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<i>OMG! David Morse just said </i>No teeth no biting no great spread or something almost identical. That's awesome. I love when I get shit right. I mean, ick, but cool.<br />
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And now we head to Jerusalem. If they are drawn to sound, how do they expect to take off and land an airplane? Just saying...<br />
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<b>Jerusalem.</b><br />
Nothing very important has happened here yet.<br />
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OK! Things are happening now in Jerusalem!!!<br />
Everyone be quiet!!! Eek!!<br />
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Alright, a minute later we see a confused looking elderly man surrounded by zombies and they are ignoring him. This is not the first time we see someone completely quiet being ignored by the Z's. I feel like we are getting a fuller picture now of what the zombies entail...<br />
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This is incredibly entertaining, Jerusalem buildings are very close together so when the zombies come in it's like watching Zombie Parkour through the Holy Land.<br />
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That.... is not a sentence I ever would have imagined I would need in my life.<br />
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More J-town: I just watched the bit where the bald kid with a cricket bat covers his head and curls up into a bal and the zombies ignore him because he's silent. But it's more than that. They're not <i>ignoring</i> <i>him</i>, they're specifically <i>avoiding him</i>. And thinking about it, that's what happened last time too, the Z's specifically, intentionally avoided the old man in the crowd. I bet that will be of importance later. Unless it was just used to exaggerate the fact that they can't see you if you're quiet.<br />
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Woah. What if they can't see? That's my 1 hour 5 prediction. 1:05 and I'm calling that the zombies are blind. but they can't be using like, radar or echo because first of all they wouldn't be equipped with that sensory knowledge. And second, those techniques would have the Z's doing a whole heck of a lot of quiet-sitting-still-people eating. That makes sense with te red lights in the eyes now. Looking for occlusions.<br />
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<b>1:15 hours in...</b><br />
<b>Almost to Cardiff</b><br />
I think Jewish Army Girl is turning into a zombie still. The little chihuahua dog keep barking at her. He's been doing it since they got on the plane and at first it was like, oh, that's an annoying dog, but now it's a very deliberate "I am staring at you and barking (yipping) now."<br />
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Alright. So the dog <i>was</i> barking at a zombie, just not the woman I thought had a delayed reaction. Neato. So now BRad Pitt just has to tell the first class cabin to shut the hell up, right? Your Silence will save you! <br />
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<i>The Silence Will Fall! ---wait, no. that's different.</i><br />
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Which now begs the question, if the person has prior knowledge before becoming infected, do they retain that knowledge? Will the stewardess remember there are people up front? Will the other passengers? Will she remember who the Soldier is? Brad Pitt? The Pilots? I don't know. I guess not though. otherwise this would be a pretty short movie.<br />
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<b>Still almost in Cardiff</b><br />
This annoys me. (surprise?) Why are they fortifying the curtains??? First of all, they're curtains. second, if you are silent, it shouldn't matter. The (what did that guy call them?) Zekes can't hear/see/notice you.<br />
So yes. <b>YES. </b>Let's take this probably unnecessary precaution that requires several people to move around the cabin at once and you know, <i>you</i> <i>just know, </i>that someone is going to drop a bag and then what? It's like shouting out, "Hey! Let's give away the location to our secret headquarters!!!!" But inherently worse because, <b><i>fast moving zombies.</i></b><br />
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15 seconds later..... Yup. just what I said. Great. I mean, it makes for a great film sequence, the Proletariat in hand to hand combat against the bourgeoisie, but I still think this whole fight is Brad's fault. Completely unnecessary.<br />
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<b>1:27 hours in...</b><br />
<b>AHHHH PETER CAPALDI!!!!! </b><br />
<b>Oh my god, It's seriously Peter Capaldi. He's awesome and so super cool and really good looking actually, I mean, for being a bit older but What's he doing in this movie oh my god it's really him?!</b><br />
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<b>Cardiff</b>The guy is impaled. ok. good. Otherwise that entire crash sequence would have been utterly stupid. no one gets out of that crash without a scratch. At first we are led to believe that Brad is the only survivor, then we see a Zeke, and then Soldier Girl. Alright. Fine. Fair enough, everyone else who wasn't strapped to a seat got sucked out of the <b>gaping hole</b> in the side of the aircraft. Or disappeared, or whatever. <i>MOVIES! </i><br />
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So the first thing, I mean the VERY first thing Brad does is try to remove what's impaled him?! WHAT AN IDIOT.<br />
Seriously, how many arteries, veins, organs has that thing punctured and now happens to be holding together by it's mere presence?! <i>Let's take it out!</i> Oh. Wait. No, that's the absolute worst thing you could do at that moment. Really. Hello internal bleeding!<br />
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So they magically make it to the WHO and all of a sudden, Peter <i>freaking</i> Capaldi is there. I think he said something, I freaked out and hit pause to give myself a fangirl moment.<br />
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</span></span>Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-61443588998867029872014-06-13T18:42:00.003-04:002014-06-13T18:42:44.330-04:00A New Level of Geekdom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As of next thursday, I will have reached a new level of geekdom. Cosplay. (Amanda, cosplay is when you dress as characters from TV, movies, comic books or other fandoms) </div>
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I'll let that sink in a moment. But Jane! You were so cool! Why?</div>
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Thanks, internet, and yes. I was cool. I still am! Even more so now! Promise. </div>
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It all started when I met Captain Kyle. Just a random guy on the street in Center City, dressed as Captain Hammer like it was nothing. I got a picture with him and friended him on Facebook. Than we became friends. And that's kind of how it all started.</div>
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For a while now, people have been telling me that I should go to Cons, (Conventions) but I always thought people who did that were TOTALLY out there. Out there in a way I couldn't see myself getting excited over or wanting to be a part of. Now I realize how crazy I was to exclude something potentially very fun from my life for no reason other than the 3 year old's reaction: Ew! I don't wanna. </div>
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A lot earlier this year, maybe even very late last year, my cousin's husband Julian talked me into going to Philadelphia's Wizard World Con this summer, actually in less than a week (EEK!!!) And becoming friends with Kyle inspired (and very strongly encouraged!) my going as a character. Because I am such a total Whovian, I wanted to go as Amy Pond every day of the four-day convention. Then I remembered there are other things I enjoy too. I decided a few weeks ago that I am going as Jayne Cobb from Firefly, and Captain Kyle is going as Mal Reynolds on Sunday of Wizard World and another friend is going as Kaylee. S we're going to be a whole little set. It's wonderful.</div>
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<b>Where to begin?</b></div>
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I had NO idea where to begin. </div>
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My step-niece turned 13 a week or so after I decided I wanted to try cosplaying and it was a Doctor Who themed party. Perfect. I can test drive this whole cos thing. But where to start? I couldn't realistically start dropping mad cash on costumes and accessories but without those, what else is there? </div>
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Luckily, on Purim I had <i>strongly encouraged </i>my boyfriend to go as Matt Smith so I had access to a perfect 11th Doctor costume. He had the fez, bow tie and suspenders. I had a colored buttoned shirt and tweed jacket. I think it worked out well. I just have to get rid of the glasses, but they kind of match and I can't see anything without them. : /</div>
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<b>What's Next?</b><br />
Besides that West Wing reference? (Amanda got it.) I am going to try to finish this Ood mask that I am crocheting for day one of Wizard World, if I can't get it done in time I can fall back on my 11th Doctor. (Obviously. I rocked that.) I will be posting more in a day or so about how the other costumes are coming along and how panicked I am about wearing them out. I think everything will be fine. I just need to have some confidence in myself.<br />
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In case you just squealed at the sight and idea of making your own Ood mask, I am including the link to the <i>free</i> pattern by Lilana Wofsey Dohnert.</div>
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If you, on the other hand, just decided that maybe I'm a loooooot weirder than you thought and that ood thing is just odd and what is falling from its face?! You should watch Doctor Who. You're welcome in advance.</div>
Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-48130764033934563542014-05-30T21:40:00.002-04:002014-06-13T18:53:35.093-04:00Everyone has issuesA friend recently linked to this article on the Book of Face: <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/30/short-woman-problems_n_5399922.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000063" target="_blank">23 Full-Sized Struggles Every Short Woman Wants You To Know About</a> on HuffPo by Renee Jacques. Well, here is my retort.<br />
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As a skinny, average heighted (5'7") woman with long legs (and no torso) there are many height and weight related issues we Tall/Skinny people face daily. If short girls get a huffpo write up, well then, dammit! I can have a blog post. *These are all directly referencing the linked HuffPo 23 things.*<br />
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<b>1. Just as irritating as bathroom mirrors being hung too high</b> are full length mirrors that are too low! No, I didn't want to see my face. I need to be doing more squats at the gym if I plan on wearing makeup in the next week.<br />
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<b>2. "How tall are you"</b> gets a lot weirder when the answer is: "Your exact height. We've done this before."<br />
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<b>3. Shocked looks when they hear the answer? </b>I get confused looks, like, they don't believe I'm as tall as they are. (Also that's really a sub-section to 2.)<br />
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<b>4. Top shelves in your kitchen are untouched</b>? I have no idea what is under any counter or in any bottom 3 drawers anywhere. And I still can't reach the top shelves or the cabinet over the fridge without a chair.<br />
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<b>5. People ask your shoe size.</b> Yup. That's just the life of people being weird and having no personal boundaries.<br />
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<b>6. Getting carded</b>: My mom still gets carded at bars, I know too many bartenders for that. That's just a nice compliment. also, looking young ≠ being short<br />
7. this complaint is the same as the one above it.<br />
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<b>8. People dismiss your insecurities.</b> Tiny isn't just for short people! That one all skinny people deal with. I get dirty looks if I even mention working out. It's like, ok world, I'll just atrophy and melt into a blob to make you feel better about being a big old fatty-fat.<br />
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<b>9. Pants. </b>Why, oh WHY don't women's pants come in measured sizes like mens?!!! ???? !!!<br />
Seriously! At least short people can hem or cuff long pants. Options for me are: a. floods. "Why are your pants so high up?" Because, ass, I'm tall. Thanks for pointing out the problem I've had since I was 12. Or b. belts. Lots and lots of belts. So many belts!<br />
So yes, you may have to cuff your jeans, I need to buy a size up on everything so I look ridiculous, oh, and they are all $12-17$ more when you include the cost of the belt.<br />
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<b>10. Skinny people problems: </b>Yes, I do shop in juniors as a 28 year old. Thanks for asking. Why, no, none of the styles are appealing. No. hardly anything fits in the right spots, and also no, I don't enjoy buying everything 2-4 sizes larger to allow for kids being so damn tiny.<br />
It might save money but now I run into 13 year olds in the same outfit.<br />
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<b>11. Clothing stores don't carry items in petit? </b>Well, they don't carry shit in long either. I have to buy a size up on everything long-sleeved or there's a 3 inch gap between my wrist and cuff.<br />
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11a! If I want that super cute jacket in my size, I need to get one with super short sleeves and a flattering body; or one that could fit another me in the body but hey look! the sleeves fit!<br />
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<b>12. People decide to pick you up without permission. </b>Yup. I get fireman carried all the time. By many different people. Just 'cause. Whether I want to or not. And I usually don't prefer to have some guy's shoulder digging into my abdomen if I can help it. <br />
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<b>13. People pat you on the head. </b><br />
Awwwww. It's almost as if women aren't constantly being condescended in life and on-line to the point where it is now a social norm. Womp womp.<br />
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<i>Sidenote with being a nerd and female at the same time: Dear men, when I tell you I'm obsessed with Doctor Who, an appropriate question is, "Who is your favorite Doctor/Companion?" a douchey question is, "Have you seen any episodes before David Tennant? How about before the 9th Doctor? Do you know their full names going back to the first? Who is your favorite companion excluding all of the ones since Eccleston?"<br />Also inappropriate is asking if I watch every nerdy show you can think of until you find one I don't just to dismiss me and/or "have you seen the original version of ___?" No, asshat. Seeing as how my MOTHER was 13 when the original BSG was on the air, let's go ahead and assume I haven't.</i><br />
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But I digress.<br />
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<b>14. Concerts. </b>All concerts are like that for everyone unless you're that 6'4'' 250lbs. bearded guy standing in the third row for what I assume is legally required to be able to call it a "concert"<br />
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<b>16. Someone's head is always blocking you at the movies.</b> I literally look like I'm 5'0" when I sit down (yay disproportionally long legs!) so I'm totally feelin' ya on that.<br />
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<b>15. Can't reach the gas pedal. </b>Well, for my arms to comfortably reach the wheel, my feel are 3 inches behind the pedals. Being tall isn't all it's cracked up to be.<br />
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<b>17. Are you a midget? </b>Ok. you win here short people. No one asks me if I'm a midget. But I do get the trying-not-to-be-horrified "Ohmahgad! How short is your torso?!" when I sit down, so... evens on this one?<br />
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<b>18. Using your head as an armrest.</b> Again, I don't get that but I do get, "Excuse me, would you mind getting that thing down for me from that higher thing?" everywhere. Clothing stores, grocery store, the kitchen, younameit. I love it especially when it's a place I clearly do not work at. And when it's something clearly 3+ feet over my head. No. I can't help you. Find an employee and leave me alone.<br />
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<b>19. People walk into you on the street. </b>This may happen to short people more, but as a female of the skinny persuasion, people will walk in large groups and instead of moving to one side, walking single file, or god-forbid clearing a path for oncoming pedestrian traffic, they will assume I am invisible? or will push my back against that nearby house to allow them to pass. <i>That's when the elbows come out. Bitch don't play.</i><br />
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<b>20. Subway rush hour means being wedged under some guy's armpit. </b>Find a spot with an upright and hold on. There are many way around this. In what city was this written? Girl needs to figure out her life because there is no way I'd deal with that.<br />
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<b>21. </b><span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b>When tall people's arms go up (to grasp a subway pole, high-five a friend, put on a jacket...) they inevitably come down on your head.</b> Nope, can't say this one happens to me. </span>But I am right at that awkward height that everybody's hands are right about my ass level when they stand normally. So if you've got a long swing to your arms as you walk, you're probably going to hit my ass on the way. Most people don't notice, other are mortified. Very rarely do people do it on purpose, it's just there.<br />
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<strong style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">22. Turnstiles meant to hit at the waist are basically steel beams aimed at your chest. </strong><span style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Try Pelvic bone. Try pushing a turnstile before it notices your token and <b>></b><i style="font-weight: bold;">slam<</i> into the turnstile. No, I didn't need that bone still in one piece. Also- really awkward bruising right there. Like, seriously. <br /><br />And finally: <b>23.</b></span><strong style="background-color: white; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Some people think it's okay to talk to you like this:</strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Century, Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> </span><br />
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Instead of a counterpoint to this stance, I plead the 5th. And by that I mean, don't be so darn short and I won't have to get a hunchback trying to talk to you. Damn shorties.<br />
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Also, short people don't have to worry about hitting their head on things like doorways, stairway ceilings, shower curtain rods, etc...<br />
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So in conclusion, Dear Renee Jacques, Everybody has problems with their physical attributes. Whether it's being so tall or so short, so thin or big, flat chested or well endowed, a devoted Star Wars fan or a Trekkie, can't we just acknowledge the challenges and gift within each of us and use them to other's advantage? Sure I will make more of an effort to reach that tall thing for you if you will make an effort to keep your kitchen stuff in the back of the lower cabinets.Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-65591100091638744302014-05-24T05:12:00.003-04:002014-05-26T22:43:43.863-04:00How I order coffeeMy first semester in college I had an 8am class clear on the other side of campus, I mean a 10 minute walk and then 3 flights of stairs. Needless to say I was not once on time. One particularly bad morning I was walking to class, for my 8am midterm, at around 8:35. I stopped in at my usual coffee spot on the way with my usual older coffee lady.<br />
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Me: (<i>Apparently speaking in what I assume was poor German for no apparent reason other than tired.) </i>Ich möchte eine tasse kaffe bitte.<i> (German for: I would like a cup of coffee please)</i><br />
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Coffee Lady: Eine große oder kleine? <i>(German for: Large or small?)</i><br />
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Me: <i>(very much confused)</i> Did I ask for coffee in German?<br />
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Coffee Lady: Yes.<br />
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Me: Oh. Uh, große, bitte. <i>(German: A large cup please) </i><br />
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Coffee Lady: Coffee's on me. You're going to miss your test.<br />
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<i>(I run to class.)</i><br />
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As it turns out she is from Germany and was just as surprised as I was that I ordered in German!!<br />
After my midterm I came back and chatted with her and we have been friends ever since! And she's bought more than a few cups of Joe for me!Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-75930234674626979002014-05-24T04:45:00.004-04:002014-07-09T02:14:47.513-04:00About Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
I'm a total Shipper.</div>
For those of you not in the know- (Amanda) a "Shipper" is a fan description for someone who wants the main characters (or other characters) in a show or movie to get together (relationSHIP) and a noromo is short for NoRomance or people who do not support those relationships. There are also Fencers (you can guess what that is, if not there is Urban Dictionary) but as the first sentence would suggest I am a TOTAL Shipper.<br />
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My favourite Shipper moment in the past year or so was this one from Battlestar Galictica:<br />
It's a Father and son conversation, but it's all about Laura Roslin while also being all about the complicated relationship between these powerful men. If you haven't seen it, a Raptor is a type of plane (technically spaceship, but think Cessna with guns).</div>
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Adama: I'm just getting in a plane.</div>
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Apollo: Waiting alone in a raptor while the rest of the fleet jumps away isn't just "getting in a plane." It sounds a lot like ... well that sounds a lot like suicide Dad.</div>
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Apollo: Why are you doing this?</div>
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Adama: Because I can't live without her. And Laura is going to get to the rendezvous point. </div>
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I'll spare you, reader, but Laura goes through a huge personal transformation while she is ... <i>not technically</i> but kind of completely kidnapped. If you recall from several moments ago, the Fleet has jumped away with Adama remaining behind Roslin makes it back to the Fleet in the next episode, but Adama gets to her first. </div>
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That smirk! It's <i>About Time. </i>I absolutely love his reaction. Like he didn't already know that she loved him. He was just waiting for her to come to terms with it. Why else would he spend all of his time with her? Why would he sit by her bedside reading his favourite book? One he had never actually finished, but prepared to do so for her. Why would he spend his life dedicated to her, with respect to and for her if not for love? How long would he sit and wait for her to discover the meaning of Love and Life? Forever probably. Until her death. We know that much. We <b>know</b> that she loves him. That he loves her. Which is why we can all completely sympathize with Adama here.<br />
How long has he waited to hear those words? those simple words spoken in Gods' honest truth. </div>
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<i>I love you.</i> </div>
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It really is About Time.</div>
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Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-50274770379510295332014-04-15T19:28:00.004-04:002014-04-15T19:30:40.424-04:00On the Anniversary of Awful<div class="p1">
I am thankful everyday that my mom and Joe are alive and in my life. I am blessed to have not 2 but 4 parents that I love and care about me. One year ago today I came very much too close to losing my Dolly and Joe. </div>
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Today least year about 5pm, I signed a lease to live with Jen and Brianna, and at that moment, I got a phone call from my mom letting me know they were alive and (mostly) unscathed.</div>
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To this day, it still freaks me out to see pictures and video of the bombing, and it completely rattles my brain to think that someone would do this. I know it wasn't personal, but I can not help but to think that someone woke up that morning and thought to himself, today I will do everything in my power to murder Jane's parents. Every time the news shows that video, all I can see is Joe. Every time they show the faces of the men that did this, all I can think of is how close the people I love were to that violence.</div>
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This picture is my mom and Joe and of course Trixie. I took this picture (at the behest of the local paper) the day after the marathon when they arrived home. There is no better representation I have or can think of to show how glad I was to see them, how glad I was that they were safe, and how proud I am of their accomplishments and determination. </div>
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I love you. </div>
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And in the words of my mother: "It makes me want to say, I'm going back, I'm not gonna stop running marathons. I won't let acts of terrorism stop me from doing the things that make me feel alive" </div>
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Hey Boston, I'll see you next week.</div>
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Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-23636462327648321852014-03-14T18:04:00.005-04:002014-04-15T19:37:21.636-04:00A Lamp Unto my Feet<i style="font-weight: bold;">I started working! </i>for a t-shirt company! It's awesome and fun!<br />
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Okay, now that I've got that off my chest, I can tell you, faithful reader, about it. First off, allow me to clarify, this is my <i>second</i> part time job which brings me up to about 2/3 of a full time job. I host Quizo in Philly. Two Quizos, actually. One is at the New Deck Tavern in U City and the other is the absolute farthest away from New Deck as possible. The Victoria Freehouse on Front St. Luckily, they are on different days or I would probably just die.<br />
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Here's the thing you have to know. I love Quizo. I mean it. I <i>really love</i> Quizo. I love trivia. I love bars and spending time with people. Quizo combines all of those things but with the added benefit of always being right and getting paid for it. I look forward to my quizzing days like a child looks forward to Christmas. or Halloween because let's face it, Halloween is the shit. Hosting Quizo gives me the ability to pay most of my bills and live my daily life without collapsing into a jiggly weeping ball of gelatin at the vaguest mention of bills I owe or money or gas prices. And it's Quizo and my boss is awesome. I love it.<br />
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My boss must think I'm awesome too, because he now pays me to go to his warehouse and do worky things for his t-shirt biz too! <i>Double the fun!</i> This will either be the best job working for the coolest guy, or we will spend too much time together, freak out, and never speak again. However I think the later is highly unlikely. Mainly because bills. And I don't know what I would do without Quizo in my life.<br />
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I'll be brutally honest with you, everyone on the internet, I have been slipping into a depression the past few months and it sucks. Being unemployed makes me feel like an utterly useless human being. I'm fun! I have skills! I like people! Hire me dammit!<br />
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Unemployment is like a dark black oubliette that's cold and lonely and why get out of bed at the crack of mid-afternoon? No one loves me, I have no friends (even the sun left me!), I'm a burden to those around me, everyone in the western hemisphere thinks i'm useless and unskilled and I don't know, maybe they think I kick puppies. <i>(Side note: I don't kick puppies.) </i><br />
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I'm sure that everyone hits a funk now and then, but this wasn't a funk. If you sit in that oubliette long enough, with all of the darkness in you written out on the walls in lights, it's all you can see. You start to believe it. Even now I don't believe it when someone tells me that I'm cool, or nice, or a good friend or, last week Ronan (my boss. bosses. new bff. whatever) told me that I am a likable person and that everybody likes me. <i>Everybody likes me?</i> <i>No, Ronan's just messing with me. There's no way that people can think I'm a useful human being. They just don't know me well enough.</i> It's insanity. No one can live like this. Not for an extended period of time. It will break your soul.<br />
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Having a job is like having Hoggle <i>(Labyrinth reference)</i> open the door at the bottom of that little room, call the sun over and allow the light to shine on your face. Why yes, I do have to wake up and get dressed today, I have to go to work. No, I can't stay out late tonight guys, I have work in the morning. I have a reason to wake up. I have a reason to leave the house. I feel appreciated and useful and skilled.<br />
Having a job is like that.<br />
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So if you know someone who is going through a long-term unemployment, invite them out. Ask them over to watch movies or just hang out. There is nothing worse than felling like your friendship is a burden to someone and that's what not having a job feels like.<br />
Hopefully and prayerfully, I will kick ass at this job and they will think I'm as awesome or awesomer that what they expected in hiring me and Everything else in my life will fall into place. Okay, that may be expecting a bit much from a part-time job, but I feel a change inside of me for the better.<br />
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Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. I'm no longer in an oubliette, but in a tunnel, and I can see the light now. and the way out.Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-55706663700275283792014-01-21T21:04:00.002-05:002014-01-21T21:16:04.321-05:00It's a new year!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Wow. I can't believe January is almost over! </div>
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It's been an eventful month, for me personally, and the City of Philadelphia as well. I started the year by going to the Mummer's Parade, both morning and evening, I started (temporarily) watching my cousin Ashley's boys full time, I have a new Quizo Trivia gig, I started going to (and plan on continuing to attend) a new church, and it's really starting to hit me that I need to start my new home search. </div>
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There is so much that I want to get done before January is over, but it's moving so quickly! I started/continued to read 3 books this month, and if I want to stay on my goal of reading 24 books this year (only 2 books a month!), I'm going to need to finish <i>any of them</i> soon. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My January/February Booklist</td></tr>
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Also I promised myself that I would get more sleep, and have more regular sleep patterns this year. Yeah, that's not going well. Sleep is for the weak.<br />
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Ashley's kids are awesome. Jameson is 28 months and Shane is 16 months old. So they are exactly one year apart *not stressful at all*. Really, they are cool, but they drive me nutso. It's been so darn cold out in Philly this whole month that we haven't been able to go out and do anything. It sucks for them and then they drive me nuts. Add not getting any sleep on top of that and my days kind of suck. I will post tales of our adventures, once we have any. Other than indoor fun.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doctor Shane</td></tr>
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Quizo! I love quizo, I just wish that it didn't interfere with my sleep as much! Monday nights I host at the New Deck Tavern, Tuesday nights I play, Wednesday nights I host at the Victoria Freehouse, some sundays I play too. That means that three-four work nights I am staying out late and getting home later and still have to be up by 7am. I was so thankful for my snow day today. I slept until 2pm. Which, coincidentally, doesn't actually help regulate my sleep pattern. Womp womp womp.<br />
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Hmm, what else? Well, there is church. I started going to a new church, and it's not <i>nearly</i> as ethnically diverse as my old church but it's a bit more liberal and open. For instance, they accept openly gay members, which would have been hard at the church of old because practically everyone who attends there is a young married couple. Also, oddly, new church doesn't have a sermon per se on a regular Sunday. They have a reflection time. It takes a bit of getting used to but it's kind of nice to not be preached at. If there is anything I miss from OCMC it's having a sermon. On the other hand, no one is asking me to babysit, so that's a huge plus.<br />
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On the book front, and you should expect several more of these updates throughout the year, I started The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton, and I am almost finished The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien, but I'm only 5 pages into Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman. Oh! and I still have about half of The Septembers of Shiraz by Dalia Sofer. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Currently Reading</td></tr>
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<i style="font-weight: bold;">Oh My God</i> what is going on with this weather? Seriously, it's crazy. The polar vortex, or as I have taken to calling it, <i>Polar Vortex Part 2: The Climate Strikes Back </i> has turned my little city into Hothadelphia. (That was a Star Wars reference, Amanda) I just went out and checked, there is 11" of fluffy white snow out there, and it looked like it was deeper out front. We went out to "play" in the snow this afternoon, which involved Brianna jumping around, laying, snow angeling, and trudging in the snow while Jen and I cleaned off our cars and shoveled the walk. News Flash: It's really COLD!!!<br />
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So I suppose that's it for what I'm up to, next post will be about something that is weighing on my heart, the utter rampage of violence in my city this month. It's really utterly insane. But more upsetting things are for a later date. So long, and have a safe stormy day! </div>
Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-65352958710640228182014-01-19T22:50:00.004-05:002014-01-21T21:15:30.587-05:00A Busy DayToday I ...<br />
* had quail eggs on a bagel for breakfast<br />
* was moved by a church service<br />
* shopped til I DROPPED with mom (My Dolly) Aunt Sharon, Grandmom, and Aunt Reney<br />
* spent some quality time with my bestie Anne after hitching a ride with my little sister Caroline.<br />
* had a wonderful dinner with my mom, Joe, Grandmom, Pop-pop and Aunt Reney<br />
* watched the Broncos kick some major Tom Brady ass with my Pop-pop<br />
* explained Twitter to my 75 year old pop-pop (I think he's totally on board)<br />
* hung out briefly with Joel, who helped inflate my tires (thanks again!!!)<br />
* made plans to buy my Maid of Honor dress tomorrow with Anna Jane Dennery<br />
* am currently in my footie pajamas, moments away from curling up on the couch to watch some Bones and maybe Sherlock.<br />
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I'd call today a success.Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-76544578782100637382013-12-16T03:52:00.003-05:002013-12-16T19:03:47.516-05:00JFK 50 Miler finishes, finally!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-1481872940264271342013-07-14T16:07:00.003-04:002013-07-14T16:14:18.254-04:00Lake Owego Camp, First Weekend!!!I just finished my first two days at Lake Owego Camp!<br />
I came up late Friday night and I must admit, it was a bittersweet departure. I really miss Brianna-bana but I was really looking forward to camp. I tried to spend a lot of time with her the few days before I left. Like, we totally had a painting day.<br />
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She was doing so well, until she started painting her hand. Mostly yellow.<br />
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What a brat!<br />
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But we had so much fun, and I got a beautiful painting out of it!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just look at that face. Full of glee!</td></tr>
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The little girl I will be Nannying for the rest of the summer gets to Camp tonight so I will meet her tomorrow morning. Her name is Olive and I think she's 2. I only spoke to Johnny and Rachel (Emma's parents) when I got hired so I had/have no idea what working for Jake will be like. He's Olive's dad. SO when I met him I had him show me pictures of her and she is SUPER freaking adorable. Also, the name Olive is flippin adorable.<br />
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So what have I been doing these past two days?<br />
I have been watching a little boy, Noah AKA Baby Bundy. He's all of 2 and has two older brothers that both go to Owego so he was basically the most popular kid at camp. Everywhere we went was "Baby Bundy!" this and "Baby Bundy!" that. "BABY BUNDY!" was a phrase I did not stop hearing.<br />
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<b>I can't wait for tomorrow when I get to meet Olive!!</b><br />
Emma is already excited. I asked her if Olive was her friend and she very matter-of-factly told me that "She is my best friend and when Olive gets here we will be best friends and play together every day." Duh, Nanny.<br />
Post-work days: Last night I went out for Ice Cream with some of the Pine counselors. It was so much fun just seeing everyone and hanging out.<br />
Also excited for tonight! I'm going to be hanging out with some old friends that I never see. Someone spoke of going to Lake Wallenpaupack and I'm totally up for it!Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-47770780243495900372013-07-14T15:15:00.005-04:002014-03-14T17:28:37.407-04:00The Antiquities ActI went hiking with my friend Kubs (whom I met through Beth and Bryan Clark.) It was a <i>perfect</i> day. It was a little hot, but we were mostly in the woods and it was so beautiful out there!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome to Valley Forge National Historical Park!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was randomly set up in the middle of the woods. Not weird at all.</td></tr>
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We actually walked out of the park, we kept following the Horseshoe trail to where it meets the Appalachian Trail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading Back</td></tr>
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We got to the peak of Mt Misery first. There wasn't really a view. It was a bit of a let down.<br />
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Then we hiked up Mt Joy, and that was beautiful!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous View</td></tr>
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There were some small cabin-like houses that were (I think) replicas of what thew soldiers built and stayed in during the Civil War. I stood in one to get a shot of the other.<br />
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On our way back to the car, I found a microsoft desktop of a view!<br />
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<br />Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-39730643339705604702013-07-01T01:30:00.003-04:002013-07-01T01:43:24.020-04:00Partners in CrimeMost of the time, I totally want to be <b>Donna Noble</b>.<br />
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She's absolutely fantastic, she had a mind of her own, and wasn't afraid to speak it. She was fun, she was sassy, I mean, my Lord, the sass on that one.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect example of Sass.</td></tr>
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She has THE COOLEST Granddad ever, she saved the Doctor's life, enabled him to be with Rose, turned Left and Saved the World, met Agatha Christie, traveled with 10, she was the most important woman in all of creation, AND the TARDIS loved her.<br />
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Even <i>River</i> <i>Song</i> was amazed to meet her. Just to be in her presence. He needed a friend, and she was there to pick up the pieces. They were friends, real, true friends. They had fun together! Even the actors were friends.<br />
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She didn't always understand what he said, or what was going on, but she knew that she trusted him. She would follow his lead, she would be his companion. She guided him, she lead him towards the right and from the wrong. She kept him honest.<br />
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But Donna was left behind. She moved on. She forgot.<br />
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Then sometimes I want to be <b>Amy Pond</b>. The Girl Who Waited.<br />
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He was her best friend, but more than a friend, she was one of the few that the Doctor actually depended on. She wasn't his companion, she was his partner.<br />
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I don't know how he survived without her. She solved unsolvable problems, she brought the universe back from extinction, she's absolutely adorable, she saw dinosaurs on a spaceship, alternate worlds and dreamscapes, and survived the unimaginable, she loved having fun.<br />
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She gave him River. She gave him love, she fought back. She wouldn't take no as an answer. She comforted him. She gave the Doctor consolation, even in her own death. Also, she got to be a pirate.<br />
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And she has Rory, she has the greatest love anyone could ever want, she pulled time apart for him, gave her life for her him. More than once. (like seriously, a lot.) She had a love that protected her, guarded her, <i>for a thousand years</i>.<br />
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She leaves the doctor. She goes to her Rory. She abandons her Doctor to die in another time for her Love. Oh, but what a love.<br />
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With all of Amy's awesomeness... this scene makes me cry more than any other.</div>
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[Blog title comes from a Doctor Who episode of the same name. First episode of the 4th series, it's a David Tennant and Donna noble episode. Glory.]</div>
Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-71259944032470911322013-06-30T00:10:00.000-04:002014-05-24T05:46:49.340-04:00Somebody's Going to Emergency....Hey faithful reader, I know it's been forever since I last posted, but I've been planning this one for a little while now. (Unfortunately.) Our story begins on June 11th, a mere 19 days ago, I was 6 <a href="http://www.geocaching.com/guide/" target="_blank">geocaches</a> away from my 100th find and I had a route planned to go for a short walk down the 202 bypass and grab them. (Grab= sign the physical logbook and log the find online.)<br />
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I didn't want to go by myself so needed a partner in crime. Obviously my first thought was Caroline, my awesome 16 year old neighbor. (Pro tip: you look a lot shadier by yourself, just loitering about, hence the dog and other people)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caroline, seen here. With two random kids and a little black dog.</td></tr>
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The above picture was taken for the sole purpose of making my mom jealous. She's living it up in Alaska for 10 days, so I had the twins and the doggie all to myself.<br />
Anyways, Caroline quickly agreed. We decided to make a date of it, a doggie play date.<br />
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Caroline signed up for <a href="http://geocaching.com/">Geocaching.com</a> and off we went! We grabbed the first 3, no problem, super easy magnetic C&Ds. (Cache & Dash) Cache 4 was a little more challenging, it was not along the 202 bypass, it was down by a creek behind a housing development. There was a small wooded area and my coords were bouncy so we went straight for the creek, there were some woods right by it. Trixie, being Trixie, wanted nothing but to leap into the creek from the bridge. I let her go in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not that deep, she lays down as soon as she hits water.</td></tr>
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We finally got on track and got the cache, it ended up being about 30 feet ahead of the creek, but it was hot and Trixie earned a dip. 5 was another easy grab, and my 100th find was hanging on a fence, about 600 feet down the road. We were going for it. It was on a fence along a treeline and we had to go through some high grasses. But we got it. Caroline's 6th find and My <b>One Hundredth Find</b>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See it? I sure did!</td></tr>
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It <i>was </i>totally worth what's about to come. In fact, I even got a picture of the exact moment that I would come to despise. Maybe. (Maybe it's the exact moment, not maybe I would despise it.) See, here's us, squatting nicely and smiling for a picture after our big find.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">[not pictured] Me getting Lyme Disease.</td></tr>
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I have Lyme Disease.<br />
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Ok, it <i>may not</i> be Lymes. This is still unresolved.<br />
Seriously, 19 days and we have no idea what is going on. All I know is that I woke up the next day to this: <b>WARNING: This is totally gross. </b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the LEAST gross picture of the bite/lesion.</td></tr>
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Ok, it's a bug bite, no big deal. it itches like a <i>bitch</i> but it'll go away, that's what bug bites do: they itch and then go away. Right?<br />
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Right?<br />
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Apparently not. The next day I was hosting a Quizo and I showed a picture of my leg (and ever growing rash) to Ronan, who was convinced I was going to lose my leg or die. Anyways, it was clearly worse than before. So I promised that the next day I would call my Doctor. It was worse the next day, the day I promised to call the doctor. Spoiler: I didn't.<br />
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Here's a fun fact about me: I hate going to the doctor, I mean I <i>really</i> <i>hate</i> going to the doctor. I like doctors, I believe they are good people, but I don't ever want to go to see them professionally. You want to hang out? Play some card/board games, watch a movie, study some bible? Awesome. If I'm sick, I would almost rather die than see you. Almost.<br />
Here's a fun (true) example. Last year I had a little cold, maybe some strep. Then it was a little sinus infection, then a horrific sinus infection. Then it moved to my lungs. It was an awful, but survivable, bronchitis. Then it was pneumonia. (This took place over a three month period, during which I was working 50+ hours a week with a 2 hour daily commute) I waited 2 weeks with the pneumonia and then my best friend <i>made me</i> go to the CVS Minute Clinic. I really didn't want to go.<br />
Also, I've done that, with the pneumonia, twice.<br />
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My mom convinced me to at least <i>call</i> Doctor Silver and see if he wanted me to come in. So I called and he was out at a conference, not to return to the office until Monday. So I told the nurse what was up and she said that she'll let him know when he checks in and then call me back, should be within the hour. 5 minutes later she calls me back and says I need to be seen. Not Monday. Now. Go to the ER, the CVS Minute Clinic, Urgent Care, get seen <b>now</b>.<br />
After waiting an HOUR to be seen at the "minute" clinic*, she takes one look at my leg and says, nope. We can't help you, you need to go to Urgent Care or the ER. Perfect, just what I was trying to avoid.<br />
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*Seriously, I still love the Minute Clinic. I'd go there any day.<br />
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I went to the jerky Urgent Care. No wait, thankfully. But the Doctor was an ass. Like, seriously, thanks for validating all of my reasons for hating you. He basically told me that it was a bug bite and I was over-reacting. He gave me a bug bite discharge printout. (the bugs listed I have unfortunately committed to memory) Mosquito, fleas, bedbugs, chiggers, bees, and wasps.<br />
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So when my leg looked like this the next day (that's day 4 for those of you keeping track) of spider bite/bug bite/death/rash of doom/nobody knows what they're talking about:<br />
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I thought he might be wrong. And an ass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're wrong AND an ass! Yay!</td></tr>
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However, I told the good doctor that I would wait until Monday unless "my leg swelled to double in size or you get a fever" so I waited. In retrospect, I didn't ask what he meant by fever. My temp that day was 97.3º so 98.6º might have been feverish. I should have clarified. My bad.<br />
Day 5 was Father's Day! Yay Daddy!! My dad, who I surprisingly don't talk a lot about here, is awesome. He's a nurse, he got his RN 2 years ago and works at a psychiatric hospital. Anyways, he's a mandated worker, so if the nurse after him doesn't show up, guess what? you're not leaving.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Pops. Like, our regular faces. That's just us.</td></tr>
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So the nurse replacing him overslept and was an hour late. I had an AWESOME Dad's Day planned. We were <b>supposed to</b> go to the zoo for a member's only early open day, then church, then out to lunch. That.... didn't happen. at all.<br />
Instead, he got to my house super late, and had me text this picture to my mom and step-mom.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That is ONE DAY after the other picture. I thought I was going to die.</td></tr>
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The three of them (mom, dad, step-mom) made me go back to urgent care. Bridget wanted dad to take me to the ER, but I convinced him Urgent Care was ok. It was a three hour wait. Literally. Over three hours from sign-in to seeing a doctor. On a sunday morning. FML, right? No. This Doctor was AMAZING. For the first time in my life I felt like a doctor actually listened to me and didn't dismiss me as a child or whining or over-reacting. But that's another story.<br />
Doctor Packer was great. She actually examined my leg and asked questions and seemed to give a shit. Which I've never really experienced before, so it was very nice. She gave me an antibiotic cream, a P/O corticosteriod, and an antihistamine, because apparently my body was flipping shit and I didn't notice.<br />
Honestly though, if I have to wait three hours to see a doctor that actually gives a shit, DONE. I am so there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's going away!! Finally!</td></tr>
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After one day of the steroid and antibiotic, it was starting to go away. It looks a little more purple in the picture, but the raised part was almost completely gone and the coloring was just a bit off. Okay, it was still terrifying but better! I promise! I was on the steroid for 8 days and it was SO MUCH BETTER. It was really almost gone. Then I was done the pills and two days later, this shit.<br />
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I just want it to go away. It's a spider bite, it's a mosquito bite (I never believed that), its impetigo, whatever. Make it go away.<br />
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It's ending soon, I promise.<br />
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So today, now yesterday, I went for a hike through Valley Forge National Historical Park with my friend Kubs. He's like an expert in everything. So I was regaling to him the odyssey of my wound, and he asked, "does it itch?" Ohmahgad, does it ever. It never stopped itching. He said it sounds almost like a tick bite. <b>OH. MY. GOD. </b>It hits me. I remember finding a tick, a dead tick, on my comforter the day the bite appeared. It stands to reason, even if <i>he himself</i> wasn't the jerk that got me, that there were other jerk ticks nearby. And it's not like, totally out of the realm of possibility that in the state with the <a href="http://www.cdc.gov/lyme/stats/chartstables/reportedcases_statelocality.html" target="_blank">highest incidence of Lyme Disease</a> in the country <b>by far</b>, I mean by like 1,400 cases above the #2 state, I could get attacked by a tick or two. Especially out in the woods and high grasses like we were.<br />
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Usually after geocaching in high grasses/wooded areas/fields/whatnot (this is known as "bushwhacking" in the caching world) you brush off, or have a friend get, the ticks, the many many ticks, from your clothes before you get back in the car. And then you find some more, and throw them out the window of said car. Don't get me wrong, this is not always the case, and is hardly ever the case in urban caching, but I'm used to it. And I didn't see any ticks that day. But... Deer ticks are super effing tiny. I found one one me once in Shippensburg. Actually, Kubs found one on him today after our hike.<br />
I'm going to my actual doctor, Dr. Silver, on Monday, I'll tell him I think it might be Lyme's and hopefully he'll run an ELISA and we'll find out for sure.<br />
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I'm so screwed.<br />
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[Today's blog title comes from Season 2, episode 16 of the same title. They got it from a song called "New York Minute" by Don Henley." The quote in the song is Somebody's Going to Emergency, Somebody's Going to Jail. I highly recommend you give it a listen. Faithful reader, aka Amanda, you already know this information. Next time I see you, I will give you a real potato.]</div>
Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-588204525539911312013-05-31T03:07:00.000-04:002013-05-31T03:12:43.277-04:00Viva Las Vegas!! I went to Las Vegas last weekend with the boy because he was the best man in a friend's wedding. That's right folks, a Vegas wedding. It was awesome.<br />
First thing's first. In our hotel, there was a wine <i>shot bar</i>. And where we went for dinner had a <i>pool of fire.</i> Just fire, in a pool of water.<br />
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They got married at a very sweet little chapel, it was a short ceremony and they wrote their own vows. They both wrote their own, very nerdy, vows.<br />
Some requisite wedding shots:<br />
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Then we went to the <a href="http://parks.nv.gov/parks/valley-of-fire-state-park/" target="_blank">Valley of Fire</a> for photos after. Oh. My. God. The Valley of Fire is <b>amazing</b>!!! It's so beautiful, I couldn't get over it.<br />
First, they have killer bees. True story. So that's the first thing we see when we get there. Beware of Killer bees.<br />
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Totally worth it for this view:<br />
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Several of us decided that we <i>needed</i> to climb the rocks. Dunno if it's allowed, but we went for it.<br />
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So that was it, my glorious trip to Las Vegas. At least we didn't end up on a Soviet Submarine. (FYI, that's a Doctor Who reference. Watch it. You're welcome.)<br />
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Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-85795417561120663102013-05-15T10:22:00.001-04:002013-05-15T10:22:57.854-04:00It starts.Today is my first official day as Mommy-sub. My step-sister left for Germany and France last night so I technically started yesterday at 4, but I felt like I was just babysitting like I normally do. Waking up in the morning and getting them to school? Mommy's job.<br />
Last night was okay. We went to swimming then came home, had dinner and pretty much went straight to bed. I woke up about 10 minutes later than I wanted to, but had enough time to get the kids totally ready (including teeth brushed, toys away and beds made) I even had time to put a french braid in Sarah's hair and we were early for school. Yeah, I rock.<br />
The downside? I don't have a job so now I'm sitting in the house by myself. I'm not usually up this early to begin with, and I'm bored out of my mind.<br />
I leave you with this: I may need to make an entire post dedicated to the random places I find a Sleeping Sarah. Because really kid?<br />
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Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-70494726022437881952013-05-11T01:31:00.000-04:002013-05-14T12:32:05.790-04:00See, it’s all about budgeting your timeI got this blog title from C.J. Cregg's first lines in the show West Wing, upon which my blog (and life) are loosely based. See, our heroine, C.J., is running on a treadmill at the gym. She is talking to a cute guy <span style="font-family: inherit;">on the adjacent treadmill and she says, </span>"You can have a normal life. You’d be amazed at how normal I can be. See, it’s all about budgeting your time. This time, this hour, this is my time. Five a.m. to six a.m. I can workout, as you see. I can think about personal matters. I can meet an interesting man. [Her beeper goes off.] The trick is..." C.J. checks her beeper while still running on the treadmill. What she finds on her beeper is distracting, however, and she falls off the machine. In a ridiculously C.J. fashion.<br />
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I decided to start working out.<br />
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I'll let that sink in.<br />
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Better? Okay. I'm a lot like CJ in that I would <b>totally</b> be that girl falling on a treadmill at the gym. Also why I don't go to the gym.<br />
But I <b>do</b> need to start doing something to get healthier. I'm lazy. Really I am. I like, nay, <i>love</i> television. I am watching In Plain Sight on Netflix as I type. And I have been watching 6+ hour Bones marathons on a decently regular basis. Not to mention the literally days of my life dedicated to Doctor Who. I <i>love</i> Doctor Who.<br />
I saw a thing on Pinterest *pinterest!* about doing "workouts" to television shows based upon character actions and/or quotes. I usually stick to drinking games based upon this premise.<br />
So I made my own. They all seemed pretty easy ... <i>at the time. </i><br />
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My, how wrong one can be about one's own abilities.<br />
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Here is my Doctor Who "workout" list. If you are a fan of (Whovian)/have ever seen/heard of the show, you should be duly impressed. I had NO IDEA what I was getting into.<br />
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When anyone says <b>Doctor</b>: 10 jumping jacks<br />
When anyone says<b> Run</b>: run in place 30 seconds<br />
When the Doctor <b>uses the Sonic</b> Screwdriver: 5 Pushups<br />
Anyone goes i<b>n/out of the TARDIS</b>: 10 squats<br />
If, Gallifrey forbid, the Doctor <b>loses the TARDIS</b>: 30 mountain climbers<br />
The <b>TARDIS sound</b>: 20 sit-ups<br />
See a <b>Dalek</b>: RUN in place 30 seconds<br />
See any other <b>monster</b>: 10 twisting sit-ups (the ones that work obliques)<br />
Anyone says their <b>catchphrase</b>: 10 second plank/ 3 push-ups<br />
Anyone<b> breaks time</b>: Yoga that shit. Down dog/ plank/ cobra/ up dog/ down dog. Hold 5 seconds each. <b>Double if it's Rose </b>Tyler, because screw her. If you needed a reason to hate her, this is it.<br />
Any time you <b>giggle</b>/ chortle/ laugh out loud: Yoga that shit. Mountain/ touch your toes/ half up (flat back)/ touch again/ mountain/ prayer position. No hold, this should flow.<br />
If the <b>Doctor rambles</b> on or makes up words to explain everything that only serves to confound those around him: Take a good Horse stance, because you're going to do an 8 step block. [Right low block, left low, right inside to outside, left inside to outside, right high block, left high block, right outside to in, left outside to in.]<br />
If it's listed as "anyone" and that someone is <b>The Doctor</b>: Double it. Because screw me.<br />
And if, by chance, it's an episode that The Doctor meets a meanie that he wants to <i>save</i>, give up, because when he <b>offers Meanie an out</b> to save themselves, you're doing all of the above, cut numbers in half except when this causes you to have an uneven side (ie. twist sit-ups/ yoga/ 8 count block) then add 5 push-ups to make up for it.<br />
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This was MY FIRST WORKOUT.<br />
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My legs still hurt. : (<br />
I'll do this again tomorrow, but for now, I'm working on drinking to In Plain Sight, thankyouverymuch.<br />
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So now I can embarrass myself in the privacy of my own living room. Sometimes in front of Jen. : )Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-56860992075527277242013-05-10T03:45:00.000-04:002013-05-10T03:45:04.447-04:00Take Out the Trash DayDear Only Faithful Reader, this is not so much a "blog post" as it is a brain dump. So Amanda, try to not judge me too hard. J'adore.<div>
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I have been thinking a lot on how I never finish anything, about how I aim for the lowest possible option when I do anything. I shoot for the C+ to pass, I do an easy job that pays shit because I don't think I can do anything else, I take pictures and then do nothing with them because I'm afraid of others' judgement, I make obligations and then dread them, I start projects and leave them half finished. <div>
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I have a box, actually I could fill a room with half finished crochet/ knitting/ sewing projects, long abandoned, accumulating dust with no hope of ever becoming what it started out as. I literally have a box filled with half or 3/4 completed bracelets. You know the ones, the stupid friendship bracelets made with embroidery floss that everyone has in the summer and "Oh my God! I'm never going to take it off because we're best of friends forever and ever and ever!!!" and then they're cut off well before the first day of school. Yeah. Those. I have probably 12 from years ranging 2000-last summer. All well thought out, none finished. </div>
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I don't really know why. It's not like a 3 year old is going to judge me on my crocheting skills. Maybe I just get tired of it, I don't know. This one I totally don't get.</div>
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College. Dear college, hello Mr. C and D grades. I was glad for a C. I am smart, and I'm not just saying that to whatever, I mean, I am <i>very</i> smart. And I am <i>very</i> capable of doing well and getting good grades and being smart or something. (See what I did there was a little facetious.) But no, I was excited for that C and Bs would be shocking. I've been trying to figure that out for, oh I don't know, 21 years? I have always wanted my teachers/professors to like me. Maybe I don't believe I'm actually as smart as I think I am. I don't think that I'm as articulate on paper as I am in person and I've always been terrified that authority figures will think I'm an utter idiot. I once handed in a paper that I worked my ass off on. I handed it to my prof, she looked at it, made a face, crossed out a couple of paragraphs and then an entire page, and handed it back to me. She gave me a day extension. I went home and wept. I've never told anyone that. Well, there you go internet. </div>
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The next semester I handed in an 8 page paper that was supposed to be no less than 15 pages for a professor that I knew was a stickler for page count. I got an A on the paper and had so many points taken off for length that I got a C and I didn't care. I acted like I didn't care. Did I actually care? Maybe. That professor was a douche. If it was for anyone else I would have cared more. </div>
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My job. I am a Nanny, and don't get me wrong, I <i>love</i> my job. I adore the kids I watch and I love doing it. Let me say that first. Now, seriously people, I am a nanny. My friends all have real jobs. Even Logie has a government job where she is responsible for kids' lives and safety. Politics, government, business, public safety, law. I feel like all of my friends have real adult people jobs and I'm stuck here watching children for barely over minimum wage for an absurd amount of hours, and that's when I can find a job. I've been unemployed for so long that I would <i>kill</i> for crappy underemployment like last year. Who needs benefits? 401k's are for chumps. IRS tax withholdings? Psssht, lame. </div>
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Why can't I get a real job? Why can't I get a job? I've had interviews and sent <i>so many</i> messages to families and resumes to businesses and heard nothing. Honestly it gets so very discouraging. </div>
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At growth group this week we talked about doing things out of duty versus doing things out of love. I don't think I realized how discouraged I was with everything in my life until I was asked what call to service I have denied because I felt unqualified? It's not a call to service that I've denied. I feel it may be everything in my life I've denied because I feel unqualified. </div>
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At what point in your life did you first feel the joy of serving God? And I have been struggling ever since to remember the last time I felt joy at all. I have feelings. I have all of the other feelings, I just can't remember the last time, or if ever, I have been joyous. Maybe I don't know what the word itself means. </div>
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There's a lot of things that I don't know. For being a very smart person, there are simply a lot of things that I do not know and a lot of things that I do not want to acknowledge about myself. Psychoanalysts for another day, I suppose. </div>
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Thanks for sticking with me (mostly Amanda). </div>
Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-22627808423940612672013-04-15T21:30:00.000-04:002013-05-10T03:48:15.853-04:00What Kind of Day Has it Been<div style="text-align: justify;">
I'm sure a lot of people are talking about the Tragedy at the Boston Marathon today. I would like to add my perspective to the group. I am only doing this because I have been deeply affected by this event and feel that I have a unique perspective.</div>
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<b>First off</b>, can we please call this what it is: a terrorist attack. I absolutely understand the aversion to this phrase because "terrorism" has a specific connotation in today's zeitgeist. However, the word "Terrorism" is an accurate descriptor of what occurred today. Let us examine the facts. The goal of terrorism is to promote terror. The explosive devices went off just after the 4 hour mark according to the official marathon clock. 4 hours and about 9 minutes to be exact. the average marathon finish time is 4 hours, according to Runner's World, whom I consider to be an authority on the subject.</div>
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That means that the most amount of people will be potential victims. the majority of people will be crossing the finish line at that time, which also means that the most amount of spectators will be waiting for them to finish, i.e. higher victim potential. And while the Boston Athletic Association (BAA) has start times in "waves" to control the running crowds, the runner and spectator numbers are at their peak at this point in the race. If the devices had gone off at 2 hours or really anything sub 3, those are elite runners, which draw crowds, but will have a limited casualty rate. And, I don't know if this is a factor, but many of the elite runners are from other countries, and it is a logical assumption that most of the runners in the about-4-hour range are Americans and their families as spectators.</div>
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My mom and stepdad ran the marathon today. As did a couple of their friends that I know and several that I don't. And about 23,300 other people.</div>
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Take a minute and look at the TOD. TOD is the time of day in military time and "time" is their race or chip time that marks the exact time from when they cross the start to the finish, which will probably differ from official race time. I was on my way down to my dad's, but I waited to leave until I got a notification from the BAA iphone app that Joe had crossed the finish line because my mom had finished 10 minutes earlier. I updated my facebook post so our friends and family could see they finished, and then left for my dad's. That's when I got a text from a friend.</div>
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The bomb went off at 2:49pm.</div>
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I spent the next hour and a half trying desperately to get ahold of my mom and stepdad. The phone lines were jammed, and even if they weren't, neither carry phones when they run so I needed to wait patiently for them to get to their hotel and access their phones.</div>
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Patiently. Ha! My mom was in trouble. I called her about 50-60 times, and probably 10 of those went through, only for me to get kicked to voicemail. If you have ever known someone involved in a terrorist attack or any event like this, you know the stress and drama involved of just wanting to know they're okay. Just wanting to know some information. Something, anything.</div>
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So I had the news on at my dad's, searching the crowds for my mom. Trying to will the news to say what time it actually happened other than "just before 3pm" and trying to calculate the exact amount of time it takes to hand in your chip timer, get a medal, and walk away. Wondering if they would wait for another friend to finish, and having no idea. And I am so glad now that I didn't know the exact time.</div>
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Because If I had hear it was the exact same time Joe crossed the finish line I would have driven straight up to Boston. I have a friend of a friend's place lined up to stay in and HELL to traffic and everything else, my <i>mom </i>is there. I'm going. And I would have driven until I heard from her.</div>
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I did eventually get a call from my mother, at 4:21pm. Joe texted me, and I couldn't actually talk to her until 5:30 this evening. I am so thankful that my mom and Joe are both unharmed.</div>
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This guy who, by the way, is in the bottom righthand corner or right side of <i>every bomb video being shown </i>is my step-dad, Joe Curcio. The bomb was just ahead of the finish line that Joe crossed at TOD 3:49:52. Chip time 4:08:35</div>
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Joe is fine, When I was on the phone with Dolly, my mom, she mentioned that Joe was closer to the explosion and picked a small shard of glass out of his arm. She made sure to point out that it probably won't scar, and there wasn't even any blood. At which point I could hear Joe protesting in the background, "There's blood, look right here!" pointing to an apparently small dot where the shrapnel was. I could practically <i>hear</i> my mom rolling her eyes at his marathon injury. Give the guy a break. He got nearly blown up today. </div>
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But seriously, a lot of people were for-reals hurt. Some were killed and seriously hurt or lost limbs. Some were children. And for the families that waited and waited for news and heard none, only to have their worst fears realized, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This was a terrifying, horrifying and harrowing day with many more to come for you. I wish that there was something I could do other than offer my condolences, prayers and the goodwill of all of the United States today and all days. I pray for strength, understanding, patience, and healing. </div>
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I really truly hope that we remember not only those who were killed, hurt and affected by this tragedy, but also those who helped. Do me a favor. watch <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-201_162-57579671/deadly-explosions-rock-boston-marathon/" target="_blank">this video of the explosion</a>. Go ahead. I'll wait.</div>
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Okay. The runners who could kept going, honestly, legit. Get away from the exploding around you. But then watch it again. Watch and pay close attention to those who run <i>towards</i> the bombs. They had NO idea if there would be more. They had NO idea what was happening. They ran towards the explosion.</div>
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Really, thank you.</div>
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There were race officials, EMTs, Nurses, Police, Bomb dogs, military personnel and volunteers that scrambled to adjust their race plan from dehydration and exhaustion patients to war-scene IED bloody trauma of runners and spectators.</div>
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There is a picture floating around facebook right now, it's a Mister Rogers quote.</div>
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"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.'"</div>
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I can't stop thinking about the people who ran towards the bombs. That is my definition of Bravery. You are my heroes. You are the reason I keep my faith in humanity. You may not have saved the world, solved global warming, world hunger or cured disease, but you saved someone's world.</div>
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You give me faith that there are people in this world to combat the bad with good, not with guns and violence but with love and caring.</div>
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<b>~Update, April 16, 2013~</b></div>
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There is one thing that I was thinking about all day and wanted to add to all of this. In the aftermath of this terrorist attack at the Boston Marathon, I want us to Rally. What do I mean by that? I want this weekends Marathons to continue as planned. London and Madrid have both confirmed their marathons will happen.</div>
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I want people to not be scared to leave their home, or go to a sporting event. Or Participate in sports. I want children to watch their parents cross a finish line without fearing for their lives.</div>
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And I want Boston to come back next year with a vengeance. I want the BAA to be utterly <i>flooded</i> with marathon applications, I want the BAA to be forced to allow more participants. I want the crowds at the start, the finish, and at Heartbreak Hill to be double than what they were this year. I want record-breaking.</div>
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In the West Wing episode Isaac and Ishmael, which was the first episode after September 11th attacks, Sam says to a group of high school students "It's 100% failure rate. Not only do terrorists always fail at what they're after, they pretty much always succeed in strengthening whatever it is they're against."</div>
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So that's what I want. I want unequivocal proof that whoever did this failed. Let's make it great.</div>
Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-54945916848741897582013-02-28T01:43:00.000-05:002013-02-28T01:43:10.425-05:00Doctor Who QuotesSeason 5, The Pandorica Opens<br />
The Doctor: They fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces. Little things we can't quite account for, faces in photographs, luggage, half eaten meals, rings. Nothing is ever forgotten. Not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-68494087830960945862013-02-27T22:30:00.000-05:002014-06-13T18:12:41.962-04:00Forgiveness<span style="font-family: inherit;">In tonights Growth Group we did a study of Dietrich Bonhöffer, and we talked a bit about forgiveness. From this, I decided that I have some work to do on forgiveness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">From Bonhöffer we learned that "When God was merciful to us, we learned to be merciful with our brethren When we received forgiveness instead of judgement, we, too, were made ready to forgive our brethren. What God did to us, we then owed to others. The more we received, the more we were able to give."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">First, a confession: I have been holding this anger against someone for two and a half years now, under the pretense that I'm waiting for an apology against something which, in all honesty, deserves one. But I've come to the realization that not only is that apology never going to come, but that I must find it in myself to forgive her regardless. So, Rachel, I understand that you were having a stressful day, and while that does not excuse poor behavior or ill-placed anger, it is forgivable. And I'm sorry for holding this against your character for so long when I should have let it go a long time ago. I forgive you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Back to Bonhöffer. what I get from this now is that what we have, indeed, all we are, is what we received from God's Word in Jesus Christ. And that without Him, we would have no concept of forgiveness, mercy, and giving. He forgave all, He taught us forgiveness. He was Merciful to all, and taught us mercy. He gave all that He was and more, to teach us what it meant to give. Without God as an external force, and without each other, we can have no concept of these things. So now, the key is, I suppose, to forgive others, have mercy towards them, and give all that we can so that others may see His Grace through us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That sounds like utter horseshit. But think about it- how did you learn to forgive? Not the silly "say you're sorry" that your mom makes you do and you know and they know that you don't mean it at all and you'd take that toy all over again if given the chance. <i>Real forgiveness</i>. When someone <i>wronged</i> you and you thought that this is it, the last straw, I'm done! but instead you forgave them? I can't think of the first time that happened in my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I can think of a few examples in the past few years when someone who is my friend, and a good friend, totally screwed me over. Like, again and again, without even acknowledgment. And I really had no choice but to forgive if I wanted to remain friends, which I very much did. It's been particularly difficult when someone knows you so well that they know exactly what to say to hurt you. But I think it's worse when things happen that the other person has no idea how hurtful they are being. Which is exactly when you just need to forgive without word. Simple forgiveness with no strings attached. What do you do when you want to forgive someone but it hurts to much or you're still upset? You forgive them anyway and the pain will be lifted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>That's a bloody lie</i>. Your pain and hurt isn't automatically lifted. But it's a start. It's a lunching board off of which you can heal. I've forgiven people tonight, I may never tell them in person, but I know it in my heart and I can start the letting go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We had some homework from Growth Group, and I may post some responses to that, probably not though.</span>Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-68132378363950733762013-02-15T23:24:00.000-05:002013-02-28T01:25:21.238-05:00Tiny whales and bows!!<span style="font-family: inherit;">So as you may know, and you probably don't unless you're a total stalker (Amanda...) I have almost all of my belongings in a 5x10 storage unit. Which is awesome unless you know, I need something. Sad for me. But I <i>do</i> have some crafty things even without my beloved Boot Box.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today I was perusing some crochet patterns on the interweb and I found two beauties that I want to try out RIGHT RIGHT NOW. However I can't find any crochet hooks, my yarn scissors, and only one skein of yarn. Shit my life, right?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Searched my Jeep and, Oh wait- what's this? two hooks and 6 skeins of different colored yarns!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">TO MAKE!! First, there's these little guys:</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.planetjune.com/blog/free-crochet-patterns/tiny-whale/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Tiny Whales by Planet June</span></a></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">and how super cute are these bows?!?!</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.craftinessisnotoptional.com/2013/01/easy-crochet-bow-tutorialpattern.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: inherit;">craftinessisnotoptional tutorial</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And how lucky is this Lady? These two patterns call for different size hooks well, I found two crochet hooks. E for the whales and J for the bows! How perfect?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Also, Princess Bride is on TV.</span></div>
Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-83259646646588637792013-02-07T02:03:00.002-05:002013-02-28T01:27:52.071-05:00The JFK 50: Don't worry, I didn't run it.<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">On November 17th, My mom and my step-dad Joe decided that they were CRAZY and wanted to run this fancy 50 mile race... again. So my friend Jamie and I were their Crew. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This involves meeting your runners on the race course at several pre-designated points and bringing them, well, whatever the hell they want. Food, drinks, gu, changes of clothes, socks, shoes, hat changes, whatever. So you meet your runners, give them whatever they bark at you and then make sure you know their pace and what time they will be at the next checkpoint and what they will want. If you don't find out what they will want at the next checkpoint, bring EVERYTHING. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh! and we get t-shirts! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So the night before the race, we got to Hagerstown, Maryland and checked into the hotel the 'rents would be staying in. Which happened to be the official Race Expo location. Perf.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh, except that their room faced the expo room and it was really loud, so we almost immediately bounced<span style="text-align: center;"> and met up with Jamie and Bébé Alex... at the outlets!! (What? me, shopping? Noooooo...) After Jamie and I grabbed a quick geocache in the outlet parking lot, we all went to dinner together. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So post-dinner, I spent the night at Zac and Jamie's and we decided to surprise Mom and Joe with support signs. Oh yeah, just like the ones you've seen on the internet, but better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Our first course meet- up is <b>Weverton Cliffs- 15.0 miles</b> which is immediately after they get off the Appalachian Trail. Parking there is a bitch. But don't worry, Jamie and I survived our 3 block hike to the trail.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: start;">For this, our first meet-up, the signs we chose were a couple of classics:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That second one may not seem like a "classic" but if you know an ultra runner (that's when being a marathon runner isn't intense enough) then I'm betting you're gonna think that second one's really funny. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then we hit <b>Antietam- 27.1 miles</b> well, we hit a geocache or two and <i>then</i> got to Antietam. Yes, <i>that</i> Antietam, where the infamous battle in the civil war was fought. No, we didn't do anything interesting or historical. We <i>did, </i>however, stop at a gas station for food and coffee. There was no food. I mean, none. they had potato chips and not much of a selection, and slim jims. That's when the gas station guy and lady pointed out to us the bin of homemade doughnuts for like $0.75 each. there were two left, Done deal. I may have dropped one on the ground and then still ate it and DAMN it was goooood. We were really quite hungry and it was totally worth it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Run like a Kenyan, This is <i>so</i> overused it's ridiculous. There are t-shirts that say this. Every marathon runner has seen a sign with this or something similar to it. So we wanted to add something to really give it something special. Killer Bees!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The stick figure Kenyan is saying "I'm faster than you!"</span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Quick! History Quiz!! </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Q: Who knows where Marathons started? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A: The name Marathon comes from the legend of Pheidippides, a Greek messenger. The legend states that he was sent from the Battle of Marathon (in Marathon) to Athens to announce that the Persians had been defeated. It is said that he ran the entire 25 mile distance without stopping and burst into the assembly, exclaiming "We won!" and then dropped dead. In all fairness, this guy just was <i>fighting</i> in a <i>battle</i> and then they made him book it to Athens. Did they not have a page or someone that could do that? I guess not. Oh, and all of this happened in 490 BC.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When they started the modern olympics in 1896 they didn't have a set distance, they went back and forth between running almost 25 mi and over 26.5. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>So why is it now 26.2 miles?</i> because some asses in the International Olympic Committee agreed in 1907 that the distance for the 1908 London Olympic marathon would be about 25 miles, the standard at the time if there was one. The organizers decided on a course of 26 miles from the start at Windsor Castle to the royal entrance to the White City Stadium, followed by a partial lap of the track, 385 yards, finishing in front of the Royal Box and that distance kind of just stuck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Antietam- 27.1</b>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With this new knowledge, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pheidippides was dead by now is <i>Hilarious</i> when you know that those people running past us at mile 27 have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what the hell that sign means. We originally weren't going to make the Pheidippides sign, but Jamie convinced me that for that <i>one guy</i> who gets it, it will make his race. So we did, and wouldn't you know it, we were at that checkpoint for less than 5 minutes when the only runner other than my mom who got that sign pointed at it and yelled, "Yes!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Totally worth it.Also at Antietam, in the parking lot we saw this car: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That guy has to be intense. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">From there, we made our way into Antietam's town center. We were a'searchin' for some eats. We stopped at what seemed to be the only restaurant/bar open in the town and they were <i>packed.</i> I mean, like woah. We waited for a table and practically attacked a couple as they left, then before we even saw a waitress we had to leave because we were afraid that we would miss Mom and Joe at mile 38. So we got some advice from some locals and stopped at a deli down the road and grabbed some quick eats and a 6-pack. Remember, we were super hungry and all we'd had to eat was gas station doughnuts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then off to <b>Taylor's Landing Aid Station- 38.1 miles</b> where our adventure really starts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">For next time, friends, for next time.</span></div>
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Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-72968869742996863982012-11-10T19:46:00.002-05:002013-02-28T01:25:43.909-05:00Praise-<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've got some praise to get out there to the universe. Today I was in a car collision. It's not an accident, because, as we all learned from Simon Pegg in Hot Fuzz, an accident implies there's no one at fault. (it sounds better with the English accent)</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"An accident implies there's no one at fault." You read that in his voice, didn't you?</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No one was hurt, which is what I keep coming back to, and all told it wasn't a very terrible collision, other than neither of our cars being moveable. And it wasn't my fault <i>at allllll</i>. And I had a child with me. She's also perfectly fine. I was WAYYY more freaked out than she was. I was yelling, "Are you Okay?!?!?!!!!" and she's all sitting there, perfectly calm, "Yes, I okay." Completely oblivious to the drama that just occurred or the severely high level of adrenaline coursing through MY veins. Have some empathy, kid, geez.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Seriously, the po-po got there and I was sitting with the bebe on a log that the honda had run over and perched on because the Jeep was both unmoveable and blocking the road, so I grabbed Kid and sat in the field. It was a very lovely day today, climate-wise. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">First thing that happens is the officer comes up to me and bebe and asks if I'm okay. I held up my hand that was shaking like a leaf on the wind and just said "adrenaline, but everything seems to be working fine."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No one was hurt. The cars both looked like absolute hell, but no one was hurt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I made it 15 months without so much as a scratch on that Jeep, and now this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So, you can see that The front bumper was taken nearly clean off, luckily, her car was littler than Harry so even though she started it, much like a small dog with a size complex, the bigger dog wins. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">See, just like this. But only if that dog turns around and backhands that cat across the room. </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So, I avoided talking to the woman that callously slammed into my sweet Harriet. And I spent 50 minutes of my life on the phone with a lovely woman from Geico and a horribly bitchy woman from Allstate. Count it out on your fingers folks, yeah, that's 10 minutes shy of <i>an hour.</i> And all of that just to be told that the name and/or address and/or policy number that she gave to the police didn't match Allstate's records. Gee. Thanks. And I didn't do anything wrong except go to Kohl's today. But everyone was okay. No one was hurt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was just thinking about the Allstate commercials where the littel girl, and the hippie guy, and all of the other characters start talking in President Palmer's (from <i>24</i>) voice. Don't worry, everyone, she's got an Allstate plan; yeah well, 'lot of good that did me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The police officer that was talking to me was super awesome. Like, seriously. If you're ever in volved in police activity in Hatboro PA, p/o Graham is the guy you want on your side. Kid was more worried about the police than the collision. She was legit concerned the nanosecond she saw flashing lights she panicked like a suburban kid with a dime bag.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Tangent</b> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Seriously, I was telling her that "Police officers are our friends" like the shark guy on Finding Nemo. She kept repeating my words like a mantra, "police, friend. They Nice? Uh-huh. Police, friend." all the while, staring down any officer that got too close. What happened in Kid's life that made her scurred of the police? I bet every time one of her parents drove past a cop car they said, "shit! cops!" I totally do that, I like to believe that everyone does that when they drive past a cop car. I hope. </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">....aaand, I'm back</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Any-whooo, Officer Graham was super nice. Actually, every cop was really friendly and helpful. I should have a cute kid with me every time I have police interaction. Well, not <i>every</i> time. I mean, drunken M*A*S*H night might not be the best environment for a child. However, she was pretty handy today. You know, when this happened.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I should have taken the "H" symbol that fell off the car and framed it. That's not shady at all, right?</span></div>
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Lady Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12723642148158663327noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542366323818323096.post-63655687229660978462012-11-07T23:38:00.000-05:002013-02-28T01:25:51.528-05:00The REAL winner of the election last night...<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">President Barack Obama won! </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'd say the American people, seconded by the rest of the world population. However, that would be wrong. First, I know more than a few Americans (mom) that would be more on the world-is-coming-to-an-end side of the scale.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">While I don't think anything like baby kittens puking double rainbows is about to happen, I think total world devastation is a bit far. (Sorry mom.) Yes, Barack Obama won the election by a smaller than we would have liked margin, but more than enough to rock the electoral college, <i>and</i> the Dems made (albeit) slight gains in both houses of Congress.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><b>The people</b></b><b></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Voter suppression that was institutionalized in many states thanks to voter ID acts and intimidation in many states. I'm not going to list examples, you all have Google. Examples of voter intimidation and the borderline fraudulent ways Pennsylvania tried to suppress the Democratic vote are not at all difficult to find with a simple Google search. Seriously, search it, I'll wait for you to open a new tab. (ctrl+t people!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">DREAM and comprehensive immigration reform would be <i>exactly nowhere</i> on President Romney's schedule. We NEED comprehensive immigration reform. And why <i>why</i> do politicians think that the only immigrants into this country are from Mexico? I get it, the brown people are digging tunnels under the fence and taking your highly coveted manual field labor jobs and speaking their wacky different words and such. But seriously folks, there are other humans that came to this country as children, have been living in this country for years, going to school, working, paying taxes and making their lives here. Why are they not part of the equation?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No, there is an obsessive focus on Mexico. How about Europe? Asia? Africa? Canadialand? South America? Antartica?... oh, wait.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Yes, Ann Romney, you do love women, and so does the electorate.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="zw-portion" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">Oh, and New Hampshire has an<i> entirely female congressional delegation</i>. Way to go women!</span></div>
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<span class="zw-portion" style="margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">Freshman Wisconsin State Assembly member </span><span class="zw-portion" style="font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">Roger Rivard lost to challenger Democrat and hardware store owner, Steve Smith </span><span class="zw-portion" style="margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">after Rivard had told a local newspaper that his father taught him to be careful about premarital sex because “consensual sex can turn into rape in an awful hurry,” if she regrets it or is underage or gets pregnant and her parents are mad. And my personal favorite, “Some girls, they rape so easy.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: bold;">No seriously, who really won the election last night? </span></div>
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<span class="zw-portion" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">I mean, honestly, they did. First, and probably the most glaring win,<span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span><b style="background-color: transparent;">FOUR STATES PASSED COMPREHENSIVE MARRIAGE EQUALITY ACTS!!</b><span style="background-color: transparent;"> Maine, Maryland, Minnesota, and Washington State all had Marriage equality ballot </span><span style="background-color: transparent;">initiatives</span><span style="background-color: transparent;"> and they all passed. This is a HUGE step towards equality of civil liberties for all Americans, and today was a day in my life that I could say that I was absolutely Proud to be an American. Way to go, us. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">Also- The Employment non-discrimination Act, would prohibit discrimination based on sexual orientation. The Good Sir Mitt Romney has stated that he opposes the ENDA on the federal level, the only level at which it has been propose</span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">d to affect.</span><span class="zw-portion" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"></span><span class="zw-portion" style="background-color: white; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"></span></span><br />
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