Daily Note: October 31, 2008

Adults in costumes make me uncomfortable. I feel that it is really only appropriate if you work with children to come to work dressed in costume. I’m a total Halloween hater. I think Jeff and I are going to spend the night hovering in our house with all the lights out.

Daily Note: October 29, 2008

Was I the only one who got totally choked up during Obama's 30 minute commercial tonight? Please oh please oh please oh please let him win!!!

Daily Note: October 27, 2008

"17 Kids and Counting" update: I watched 2 more episodes last night after posting my note. Their oldest son is getting married at the ripe old age of 20 (honestly I was shocked he was that old) and there was an entire episode focused on their "courting" process. In case you were wondering - “courting” involves holding hands and spending all their time together with at least 2 chaperones present to ensure that they save their first kiss for their wedding day. All they do is moon over each other, hold hands and repeat ‘I love you’ over and over. Honestly, how can they love each other? They don't even KNOW each other. They’ve never been alone! It sort of seemed like when he took her to his office it was the first time he’d told her what he actually did for a living. It was unclear if she did anything other than maybe spend hours scouring second hand shops for skirts from the late 1980s. I don’t know. Maybe when you’re that conservative, you’re just so happy to have found someone else with the same values that this is all that is necessary to equal love? Granted I was a big slut and lived with Jeff for 5 years before getting married, but sheesh. Isn’t there a middle ground somewhere?

The most confounding part – I’m pretty sure they’ll be really happy together. I know for damn sure that they won’t be divorcing. Which is more than I can say about some of my married friends.

PS: The entire episode I kept wondering how he managed to meet a girl that looks and dresses exactly like one of his sisters. I started to wonder, “Is this just what everyone in Arkansas dresses like?” Is the long, shapeless dress to Arkansas what the fleece is to Seattle? Then it was finally revealed: he met her at a national home schooling conference. Seriously. I wish I could plan that conference.

Daily Note: October 26, 2008

I just finished filling out my absentee ballot. I can't wait for November 4th!! It took me 3 episodes of "17 Kids and Counting" on TLC to read the whole voter's pamphlet and thoroughly fill in all those circles with an ink pen.

Have you seen that show? It's crazy! Or maybe I should just be honest and say that while nice, that family is CRAZY. Also, why does having 17 kids mandate that you have to have horrible hair and make terrible fashion choices? Or is that less about their abundance of children and more related to them living in Arkansas? Do they know they need haircuts? And I'm not saying the girls should run around in mini skirts or anything, but would it kill them to wear a pair of pants once in a while? Or maybe just anything that I wouldn't have worn in 1989? Because that is what every one of those girls looks like. Me in 1989.

PS - The Dad in that show is named JIM BOB! If your parents named you Jim Bob, why in the world would you not just go by Jim?? My face felt like one big question mark the whole time I was watching that show.

Daily Note: October 23, 2008

I had a hot dog for dinner. By this, I mean that I bought a package of hot dogs at the grocery store, cooked one in a skillet, toasted a bun and ate it in front of the TV. By myself. If you look up my full name in Wikipedia, it would just say one word - WINNER.
Actually, I don't think I'm in Wikipedia, but maybe I should add myself. With a picture of me eating a hot dog with one hand and giving a thumbs up with the other. Too bad Jeff's not home tonight or I'd make him take this picture right now.

Daily Note: October 22 2008

"Wouldn't it be nice to have a president whom the people under thirty won't laugh at?"

Quote from A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving. I was reading during lunch just now and giggled a little at its relevance to the current election even though Owen is talking about the election of 1960 in the book.

Daily Note: October 21, 2008

Dear pandora.com,

I just wanted to write you a quick letter to let you know that you are perhaps the best thing that has ever happened to my 9-5. You are like the husband I never had; anticipating my needs better than I can. By simply typing in that I like Sufjan Stevens, you determined that I would like to spend my morning listening to a variety of artfully chosen sad bastard songs. And you were right! How did you KNOW that after hearing an old school Ben Folds song that the perfect next artist to play was Radiohead? Seriously. I didn’t even know that I wanted to hear Radiohead next. And yesterday when I was feeling just a little more dark and ironic, you knew that by typing in “Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths” I would also want to hear U2 with a sprinkling of Morrissey.

And that time you accidentally made the mistake of thinking I wanted to hear that Sarah Bareilles song “Love Song” after I told you I was in the mood to hear Feist? I clicked that thumbs down button and you IMMEDIATELY stopped the song and apologized. And not one of those “I’m sorry if you feel that I chose the wrong song” sort of apologies either. You said you were very sorry and that you would NEVER play that song again. Well, I forgive you Pandora.

Love always,
Jill

Daily Note: October 20, 2008

It's cold, dark and rainy today. I would pay $500 to be in my yoga pants, in my bed with my cat. And an extra $10 to anyone who would bring me a grilled cheese.

Daily Note: October 19, 2008

The 'danna is needed to keep plaster dust out of my hair, the mask is needed because, dude it is DUSTY up in my house, and the goggles are not needed, but I feel that they really tie the whole look together.

Daily Note: October 18, 2008

Two different conversations with my husband last night.

#1. Over dinner-

Jill: I feel like this construction will never end, I'm sick of eating dinner standing up in the kitchen.

Jeff: Pretend your camping.

Jill: I HATE CAMPING!

Jeff: maddest camper ever.

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#2. During drive to Home Depot-

Jill: Are you getting a haircut soon?

Jeff: (annoyed) YES, I have one scheduled for Tuesday!

Jill: Dude, you gotta keep that shit in check. It's way too long.

silence

Jeff: (quietly) Maybe I'm growing a tail.

silence

Jill: That's a terrible idea.

Jeff: I bet I'd be the only banker with a tail.

Daily Note: October 17th, 2008

I went to see the musical "Spring Awakening" last night. Fantastic show. That said, I think there is a private place in hell for people who arrive after the show has started and then expect everyone in their row to get up for them to scooch into their seats, which are ALWAYS in the middle of the row. I don't care how many apologetic looks they give me while scooching past, I do not forgive them.

Daily Note: October 16, 2008

Today while driving to work, I saw a man leaving a medical building wearing stirrup pants. He was probably 60, roughly 6 feet tall, weighed maybe 160, sported a beard, a button down shirt and navy blue STIRRUP PANTS. they were tight, worn with socks underneath, loafers, and his button down shirt was tucked in. I couldn't have been more stunned if he had slapped me in the face.

Daily Note: October 15, 2008

I think maybe I will be 50 and still have zits. I will just have wrinkles too.

Daily Note: October 14, 2008

Has an undecided voter ever driven under a freeway pass, seen a group of people waving political signs in the rain and thought to themselves, "I wasn't sure who I was going to vote for, but after seeing those people waving Dino Rossi signs, I'm totally voting for him!" If yes, I would like to meet that person. And slap them.