The experiment

The experiment…September 30, 2005


Single once again, and in the words of Martha Stewart- It's a Good Thing.
So...
Last week I told you a story about Dave, if you don’t remember you can find it HERE if you want to refresh your memory. A couple days ago i get an email from him and in the middle of the letter he writes this:
"As for the last time I slept over, I really wanted to just sleep with
you and see if we could do that without sex. Yes, I wanted to, always.
Just thought it'd be nice to have our relationship not rely on that
every time we're together. So the experiment worked and now we can have sex
again! ...”
SO THE EXPERIMENT WORKED AND NOW WE CAN HAVE SEX AGAIN???????
Who pulls that stuff anymore? Did he really just pull a test on me? How old are we? I seriously haven’t been involved in a random relationship testing since high school! AND HE WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO ADMIT IT TO ME! What a moron.
And thus it began; I sent him this in response:
“Ya, I am put off.
I have a couple of things to say.
I haven’t been put through a test or an "experiment" in a relationship since I was in high school. I would hope that you are mature enough to talk to me about things; instead you had this all on your mind the whole night you were with me and didn’t say anything to me, that isn’t fair. If you had a hint that our relationship was focused too much on sex then you needed to step up to the plate and tell me so, don’t pull a test on me.
So now looking back at that evening I feel like a total jackass. You were putting off a few signals to me that implied you wanted sex- rubbing my back, telling me you were turned on by my picture, and the obvious b*ner in your pants to name a few. I was willing to do whatever you wanted. I was rubbing up on you, asking you to follow through with things while the whole time you knew in your head that you weren’t going to? That really bites. You let me make a fool of myself and I don’t like that feeling at all.
All you had to say was "you know, I really just want to snuggle tonight" and you know what? I would have been completely ok with that!
The fact that you are already making rules for things like our sex lives, after only a couple months of us dating, is frankly a complete turn off. I guess I am more open minded than you are when it comes to sex. I believe that if it feels good and you want to do it, you should. Why would you make rules about that kind of thing? Why would you deny yourself good feelings? And we had the kind of great chemistry that a good relationship needs, why would you put rules around that? It just ruins the chemistry altogether.
That night I felt totally ok with how our relationship was going and the direction it was going in. I felt comfortable with the way we communicated, and the way it was all progressing. Since I got that email from you the other day, now I’m not so sure I trust you like I did.”
Of course he groveled and apologized, and called and I didn’t return his calls. He wanted me to give him another chance, but No one pulls a test on me and gets away with it. I don’t have time for that kind of rubbish. Or the patience to deal with a man child.
One of the main things that bothered me about him was that he didn’t listen to me, and it was apparent after that he hadn’t heard a word I’ve said since day one. And I told him that along with the fact that I thought he lives in his own little world inside his head. I told him I couldn’t deal with his numbness, his insensitivity, and that I didn’t trust him anymore and I can’t be with someone I don’t trust. There is no fixing this. But I ended it in the nicest way I could, saying nice things and that I wanted to still remain friends because I am not opposed to hanging out, he’d be a cool friend.
Then he turned into a complete a**hole. I got another lovely email this morning:
“I'd like to stay friends too but for some reason I think that's just
frosting the situation. You don't trust me and several other problems you
have with me get in the way of that. So, on that note, I guess it's
goodbye. Besides, it was a lack of communication that helped disolve
this But then, you think I don't listen so why not
just email?
I'm not going to go over all your issues. There's just too many and
it's fruitless because it won't resolve anything. We also don't agree on
some. I have my own problems, both inside and out, and don't want to
deal with yours. I need to work through my issues before embarking on
another relationship so it's probably a good thing we'll never see each
other again.
This is a mutual parting of ways. Before reading your email yesterday I
was thinking I don't need this. You just confirmed it. We don't need
each other. Sorry for going through all that fluff and grovelling
earlier. While writing it I was convinced it was already over so after sending
it all it served was to prolong the agony for both of us. Just games we
both played on each other the past two days. It sounds rotten, I know.
Anyway, I really hope you do have a good life and I will go on with
mine. If you actually finished reading this whole thing, I applaud you. At
least you took the time to. Hell, I started skipping over yours and
finally stopped reading because it was worthless to go on. Sorry you spent
so much time on something that went out the window. I haven't deleted
it and may read it soon when I want to spend the time to.
Don't bother replying, we don't know each other and I don't listen
anyway. Yup, I'm an ass. Some inmates think I am too because I follow the
rules, standards and policies at work. But that's completely different.
I don't think you're an inmate. I'm an ass on two different planes. I
am honest when I say take care and have a good life, I don't mean ill
will towards you.”
Jesus, can you say contradictory? There is no one train of thought there...and he is a complete a**hole about the whole thing! It was his stupid butt who caused this in the first place. Moron. I am glad I left before his true personality came out. He really is an ass in true life. Good riddance.
So now he can go back to living like Norman Bates without me. Last time I went over to his house he had set up his bedroom in the guest room, and when I asked him why he said “That’s Mom and Dad’s room”.... um...they live in California.
Now he can go be an immature weirdo on his own
Good luck with your A.D.D ass man. Sorry you are balding at such a young age...and shaving your head doesn’t help.
And finally-
Rachel Green said it first on Friends but I think it is fitting...I wish I had a door to slam in his face.
“Just so you know- it’s not that common,
it doesn’t happen to every guy,
and it is a big deal!”

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My Favorite mistakes

My Favorite mistakes…September 27, 2005



I started thinking about all my ex boyfriends last night while pondering what to do in the one I am currently in. It made me laugh, and made me cry thinking of a few of them.
The names have changed to protect the innocent...or not so innocent....

John-Boy
Cute, tall, tan and blonde, what every girl in middle school wanted. My first kiss in 7th grade, closed mouth and I almost fainted because I forgot to breathe. He was a super guy, pure and innocent, but dumb as a rock. My dad hated him because he drove a very loud El Camino in high school and he drove like a bat out of hell up our street. I was great friends with him until a few years ago when I lost touch with him after he got married.

Seaner
Blonde with blue eyes. My first everything. My first love. He was a jock, star of the baseball team. He was a senior when I was a sophomore. He stuck a note in my locker one day with his phone number on it. Was a great first boyfriend, and we dated for 7 years. He followed me to college where I broke it off with him because I wanted to date other guys. I crushed him, feel really bad about that, but I had more growing to do. He is now living in San Diego and we keep in touch a lot these days.

Rebound Boy
Really cute blonde intellectual guy. Studying to be an engineer. I think he was younger than me. We worked together and became friends and hung out a couple times after work. Then he just started showing up at my door, and one thing led to another and we had a secret fling going on for a while. He never wanted more than just that, and one summer he went to Alaska to work on fishing boats. When he came back everything was different and we barely saw each other. I completely lost touch with him. He was a great kisser.

Hippie Phish Guy
Cute, the first brunette I dated. He was obsessed with The Grateful Dead and Phish. He was older than me, going to school to be a teacher. We worked together. He would come slip me little notes and poems when he walked by and had the cutest smile. He was the second guy to tell me he loved me, but it sounded scripted. I snooped and found a few poems he had written with other girls names plugged in, and recognized a couple of them that he had given to me. It all went downhill from there. I cheated on him, and working together became sooo much fun after that. I still think he was gay or bisexual.

Bi Polar Boy
Very cute, and I really liked him. We worked together, along with Hippie Phish guy. He was exciting, a bad boy, and had this really deep dark side to him that made him seem mysterious. He pursued me while I was still dating HPG, and made me feel so beautiful and wanted. Was a great lover. Was always in trouble, and went to jail a few times. He had a genius mind, with the madness that went along with it. A heavy smoker and heavy drinker, he introduced me to a darker side of the party scene. I genuinely loved him as a person. He broke it off with me suddenly and out of the blue. But we remained very close friends. A few years ago he put a shotgun to his chest and pulled the trigger. I still have a lot of love for him.

Helicopter Man
Once again, I met him in a bar when my roommate gave him my phone number because I told her I thought he was cute. He was a lot older than me, but that didn’t bother me. We went out a few times and it turned out he was a helicopter pilot for the tours over the Grand Canyon. That intrigued me, until I actually had a conversation with him. He was a little off, and majorly egotistical. He talked endlessly about wanting to own a bar with his mother and all the waitresses would have a picture of him on their tee shirts? What was even weirder was his house, not a stitch of furniture in it except a mattress on the floor with no sheets. I left quickly and never answered another call from him again.

Frat Boy
I met him at a bar, surprise eh? But he won me over by chasing me out of the bar to tell me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. I gave him my number. We went out a few times, I met all his frat friends and he met mine. He was a great kisser. I still don’t know how old he was, but he didn’t have a car and wanted me to be his mommy. He called me endlessly, and that got annoying so I just stopped answering.

The Duke
He was roommates with my friend, and I was at there house all the time. It was just a natural progression, but we never went any further than his bedroom. He was a huge Michael Jackson fan and wore a Duke hat all the time. He had the strangest thingy I had ever seen in my life! One night, he just locked me out of his bedroom and that was the end of it.

Stanford
I had seen him at all the places I loved to hang out, and he had the most amazing smile. After about the hundredth time seeing him across the bar I finally walked up to him and laid one on him. He asked me to dinner right then and there. Dated for a while and then I found out he had a pierced um... It wasn’t all that great, and the relationship fizzled out. I stole his Stanford sweatshirt before I stopped answering his calls.

One Night Stand Guy
I met him in the bar one night while with my roommates, he was new in town from Green Bay, Wisconsin and we befriended him. He was the best looking guy I had ever seen in my life. Corn fed huge muscles, olive skin and brown eyes. Hubba-hubba. I am still convinced that my roommates set him up with me because I needed to get over Bi Polar Boy. I took him home and never saw him again after the next morning. But it was soo exciting!

Eddie Haskell
Came from a well off family, always reminded me of a salesman. We worked together, yes at the same place as Hippie Phish Guy and Bi Polar Boy...what? He was every parent’s dream, a butt kisser, a yes man, a smooth talker. He was always asking me out and I always turned him down. One day I decided what the hell and we were together for a little while, until Valentines Day. I left him a card on his car, nothing big just an innocent happy Valentines Day card...he never called me. That night I asked if I could come over, he told me no. he dumped me on Valentines Day! A few weeks later he called and called, begged me to come back. But by that time I was in another relationship. We remained friends.

Golf Pro Guy
Worked with me, but had quit before we hooked up. He quit to pursue a golf career. He hung out with the same crowd I did, and was super funny, super cute. He was and still is the best kisser I have ever dated. After the first time we got together, he never called me again. I saw him out a few times, and we hung out. But I was mad at him still. One night I was at a party at his house and he came on to me. I wanted to get back at him so once we were in his bedroom I pretended to be into him, stripped him of all his clothes, I was still dressed, and leaned over him. He was all into it, until I whispered “payback is a bitch” and took all his clothes swung open the door to the party so everyone could see, and dumped his clothes in a pile in the snow. We still hung out even after that. And hooked up a couple times at random parties (just kissing...) a few years ago he called me out of the blue and invited me to come visit him in Portland. I turned him down and never heard from him again.

Rugby Dude
We had been great friends for a couple years; he was in all the same classes I was. He was a great guy, and we were like best friends. I think he may have been a virgin? He was very inexperienced in the ways of women, the dating part at least but he tried. We dated for a few months, I went to visit his parents in CA, and he met my sister when she came out to visit. He moved to Phoenix and I didn’t get to see him a lot though I visited. I moved into a place where Rugby Dudes best friend lived, and met my next boyfriend the Dreamer. He became very insecure and it was uncomfortable talking to him. It ruined our friendship sadly, when I started dating the Dreamer (see below). A few years ago I found out he moved to Denver when I was living there, I bumped into him at a concert but didn’t let him know I saw him.

The Dreamer-The Ex to end all exes
My most recent relationship, you may have read about him in my archives here. We were living at the same apartments and he was constantly hanging out at my place. I had just graduated. We clicked instantly and dated for 6 years off and on. I moved with him to Denver where he was pursuing his paramedic career...only to quit that and go on to at least 6 other professions during our relationship. We moved every year and he never committed. Cheated on me a few times, and we broke up a few times. I left him last year when he couldn’t say he wanted to get married or have kids with me, ever. I found out later he had been cheating on me again. We still talk occasionally...he was the hardest to get over and I am constantly comparing guys to him.

Match.com Man
Yes, I met him online during a brief break up with The Dreamer. He was a nice guy, from Alaska, made a great living as an engineer in Denver and owned two cars. He was a fun date, took me neat places and was a classic car fanatic too. He bought a 1949 Ford and took me to car shows with him. Something strange about him was that he collected antique tea sets. He had a display case with all sorts of tea cups and saucers from patterns he knew all about. He wasn’t a good kisser; I went back to The Dreamer.

The Lummox
My best friend in the whole world. I still think we are soul mates, I just could never figure out how to make it work correctly, and I was always in love with The Dreamer. We worked together and became fast friends. We had a ton in common and had great conversations. On a break from The Dreamer we hooked up a couple times, and it was fun, but in the end I went back to The Dreamer-again. The Lummox is still my best friend, and we talk every day. It is the one thing that is true in my life, that I love him. Always will. He is the other half of my brain.

Dave
see blog entry "The Experiment"...I dumped him


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Rock me like a hurricane

Rock me like a hurricane…September 23, 2005


I knew this was going to happen.
Stupid Rita isnt even going to come close to us in Austin now.
To all those dumb a$$ fake boob Austin soccer moms who hoarded ALL the bottled water yesterday, I fart in your general direction.
We'd better at least get some rain out of this, my yard is dying! So far the only thing we are getting from Rita is a lot of wind and scattered clouds, but its still friggin hot out...though not as hot as it has been.
I really feel sorry for all those poor evacuees from New Orleans who drove for 24 hours from Houston in the heat. What bad luck they have had eh? Not only did they lose their homes in a hurricane, another one is chasing them out of their shelter! Some poor souls even ran out of gas on the side of the highway, and all they could do was wait. There was even a bus explosion that killed 24 people yesterday can you believe that? What rotten luck. Welcome to Austin, no vacancy.



And now for something completely different.

This is the coolest thing ever, A medieval bridge has emerged from the depths of the San Juan reservoir in San Martin de Valdeiglesias, 70 kilometres (43 miles) outside Madrid, as a result of dramatically low water levels. NEAT!

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Lovely Rita

Lovely Rita…September 22, 2005


Chill out people.

What is happening to people in Austin? People are literally freaking out over the latest hurricane Rita coming into central Texas. This morning I left early to do some grocery shopping, bad idea. There were women arguing in the beverages isle over the last pallet of water! WTF? Even if we get strong winds and rain, the most thats likely to happen is the power goes out. What happened to filling up water bottles from the sink? Fill up some pitchers and stick them in your fridge for petes sake! Im just glad that I went shopping last week and filled my fridge with water bottles...sheesh. What happened to helping thy neighbor? If the hurricane doesnt kill us, it will be the people who freak out over bottled water.

This is an article from the local NBC affiliate here in Austin.

Residents rush to stock up
05:58 PM CDT on Wednesday, September 21, 2005
By ERIN OCHOA / KVUE News
Some stores in Austin are having a tough time keeping water and other essentials on the shelf.
"I went through Hurricane Carla when I was a little girl, so I guess I'm always on the verge of being prepared," said Myrna Latzsch, a resident.
Wednesday, she finished off the job.
"Mostly, I'm concerned about tornadoes, which is why I was looking for a battery-operated TV, because if that hits fast, you need constant updated information," she said.
Stores are stocking up...and quickly selling out.
Lana Cowles said, "We got up at 4:30 and I went to Wal-Mart and got water and batteries and some extra flashlights - and a little bit of food."
At the Red Cross headquarters, calls are already coming in.
"We've had a lot of people calling in asking where they need to go once they evacuate," said Claudia McWhorter, Director of Communications for the American Red Cross.
But whether you stay or leave, McWhorter recommends people have supplies on hand - to last three-days.
Stock up on things like flashlights with extra batteries, a battery powered radio, a first aid kit, and of course, bottled water and nonperishable foods.
You should also have all prescriptions filled, and get plenty of cash.
"You may think that you can rely on your debit card or your credit card, but electricity may force those systems to be down as well," McWhorter said.
KVUE Online Video
KVUE's Erin Ochoa reports
Planning that will likely pay off during a disaster.
The sooner you stock up, the better. Many stores are already running short on supplies.


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Estrogen fest 2005

Estrogen fest 2005…September 21, 2005


Every Labor Day weekend the women of my family gather for our “no men allowed” weekend.
This year we named it Estrogen Fest.

For some reason, my mother decided it would be a grand idea if she hosted it at her house. I don’t believe she will ever do it again. Normally we meet at my Aunt Janie’s house in Midland. We fend for ourselves, and we accept that. That’s part of what brings the women to this weekend, to get away from taking care of everyone else and just not care. We sleep wherever we can find space and we eat whatever we can throw together at the last minute. It is simple that way.

But my mother is a care giver. She wanted to take care of everyone this year. I think she went way over board, but that’s just my opinion. She went as far as picking bedrooms for people, leaving shampoo and conditioner in their showers, bought each person a toothbrush, and cooked just about every meal herself. Luckily the house next door was available because we had overflow even the blow up beds were taken. My parents have a huge house too! I think that she didn’t have a very relaxing weekend as everyone else did. She planned out everything. And packed the two fridges full of food and alcohol...we ran out of alcohol the first night.

What do we do on these weekends you ask? Well I will tell you; we don’t care. We rarely leave the house, unless we run out of beer and liquor. We wake up whenever we want to, eat as much as we want to, drink until we fall over, smoke like chimneys, and bitch until we feel better. And then we start all over again! I mention that WE smoke...when you are around my family and you are a non-smoker...prepare to become a second hand smoker. We are able to talk about men, because they have all run away if they are within a 10 mile radius of our cackling. And I mean we are loud. I am seriously surprised that no one called the cops on us this year. Mom and dad live in a very nice neighborhood, and we were seriously out of place there. Mainly we stayed outside in the backyard, around a very small table, as people began swarming in, the circle of chairs grew wider and wider and the table shrunk under the weight of ash trays and beer bottles. You’d think we were a bunch of beer swilling men from the sounds of it! We always laugh, this is a given whenever my Aunt Janie is involved, she is a riot. I am sure she was relieved we weren’t having the weekend at her house this year, she let loose. My stomach muscles hurt when the weekend was over...and my head...


This year the players were:
Janie 60 something-my Aunt
Jill 40 something-my cousin, Janie’s daughter
Candace 40 something- Jill’s best friend who comes every year
Sara 20 something- Candace’s daughter
Pat 60 something-my aunt, Janie’s sister
Luanne 40 something- my cousin, Pat’s daughter
Kristin 19- my second cousin, Luanne’s daughter
Her name escapes me 40 something- Luanne’s friend
Amy 30 something- married to my cousin Chad, Pat’s daughter in law
Janice 60 something- Pat’s best friend since they were 7
Sandra 40 something- my cousin, her mother was married to my dad’s brother
Sarah 20 something- my sister
Kristie 20 something- Future sister in law, her brother is Nathan
Laura 30 something- neighbor
Jean 30 something- neighbor
Leslie 40 something- neighbor
Lynette- mom’s sister, my aunt LuLu
Mom
Me

The ones who were too chicken to come:
Shellia 60 something- my aunt by association, lives with Janie
Sylvia 50 something- Shellia’s sister
Jackie 20 something- my second cousin, Jill’s daughter
Kay 60 something- Sandra’s mother, used to be married to my dads brother
Michelle 30 something- is now married to my dads brother. If they both would have come, much drama would have ensued.
Oh yes, mark my words, they will be punished next year for not coming this year.



Last years Labor Day festivities were overshadowed by my grandmother’s death, she died less than a month before. So one of the things we all did while were there was help clean out her house. Honey would have wanted us to have things, before it was all boxed up and sold. There were many tears in-between the cackling last year.

Before leaving we all took one last look at one particular room of her house that we lovingly called The Red Room, for just that reason, everything in it was red, in true 60s décor. Let me give you a little background on the Red Room; whenever you stayed over at Honey’s house, the grandchildren all slept in the Red Room. We all had to endure the glowing red corduroy bedspread and matching curtains, but there was one thing in that room that always brought us joy; the caveman. Sitting on the desk in the red room in the same spot he had been for more than 30 years was a little statue of what was supposed to be a cupid, but he looked like a caveman so that’s what he was dubbed. Caveman was the source of many late night conversations between the girls when we were little, and was our first sex education tool. Let me explain; mister caveman held on tightly to a big heart that covered the front of him where his pants would be...if he were wearing any! I don’t know how, but eventually every one of us discovered that if you lift up on the heart, it reveals a very large male organ. Now when you are 7 or 8 this is a frightening sight, and usually evolves into “is that what one really looks like?” and then the obligatory giggling and sometimes erupted into screaming, and crying, and running from it flailing about. Very traumatic experience for all of us I am sure.

Mister caveman was passed over time and time again during our dig through Honeys house; no one wanted the poor guy. Somehow a vote was cast and mister caveman was handed on, to me...yay. I made it a rule that he would be passed on again the next Labor Day weekend, and that no one could have him twice because...well, yeah. But I felt better taking him, and not leaving him behind, he was a part of my past after all, and was basically a part of the family. He has been in a box for a year now. This year caveman had a prominent position in the center of the table; surrounded by all of us, I’m sure he was happy just to be out of the attic. Another vote was cast and it was unanimous that Caveman would now reside with Sarah, and was appropriately given as her wedding shower gift from all of us. I took one last picture with him, to commemorate our time together. I will miss him so.

All in all it was a great weekend with these women. As far as I can remember....

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Stop touching me

Stop touching me…September 21, 2005


I think I am already mentally sabotaging my relationship with Dave.
Or maybe it is just PMS.

Tell me if I am wrong here, when a girl tells you that she is not in the greatest of moods, you would probably be better off staying home for the evening. But not Dave, noooo. He wanted to experience the wrath that is Jenni-the-Terrible first hand.

I had mentioned to him earlier yesterday that I didn’t think spending the night at his house would be a good idea for me since I have to be at work by 8am, and it would just be a pain to get up and drive home to get ready, so Id just rather stay home on week nights. Not to mention what the heck I am supposed to do with Cody when I am at his house.

So he decided on his own that he would come over to my house last night. And get this, he asked me if I was going to eat. I said yes of course, and he tells me “well I think I am just going to go ahead and eat before I come over”....mmmmkaaaay. Have we already started this? Are we already in that rut couples get into after dating for a while? I mean, if it were me coming over to his house I would have offered to get us dinner. Hmmm, a meal for BOTH of us at the same time, wow, what a concept. Instead I was forced to eat my dinner while he sat on the couch. Seperately.

THEN, he tells me on the phone that he will bring over some videos to watch...he actually put it differently, I think it went more like this “I will bring over the movie of my choosing because all your movies are poopy”....okay he didn’t really say it like that, but that’s how it came across to me...and he brought poopy movies.

THEN, as I am hinting around to the fact that I am tired and want to go to bed, so its time for him to go home....he sat. I went upstairs and put on my pajamas. He sat. I tell him how late it is and that I’m usually not up that late, he sat. Remember that I have been sleeping on a futon? It is the one he is SITTING ON.

Finally, he got up to help me put out my trash, and I got back in fast enough that I could pull the futon out flat. HE TAKES OFF HIS SHOES AND SHIRT.

What the heck? I do not remember asking him to spend the night.

Let me rephrase that; I did not ask him to stay the night. I didn’t even want him there in the first place, now he is taking up space in my bed...Id better at least get some lovin out of this.

AND THEN he had the nerve to get under the covers and say “is that light going to turn it self off?” THAT’S when Jenni the Terrible came out finally. I bolted out of bed and looked down at him and said “you could have offered to do it” and there was the obligatory huffing, and stomping, and hair and nails flying as I flipped the light switch. I heard him say “I’m sorry sweety...” but at that point I was not having it.

I would have much rather just sat on my couch alone watching The Biggest Loser, and having a glass of wine than spending the night like we did. And I missed the season premiere of My Name is Earl on top of it. *sigh*

Oh! The best part was, he tries to come on to me, but then he doesn’t follow through, he just lays there. What kind of guy does that? If you want lovin, you gotta go for it. And if you start something finish it, don’t leave me hanging on the verge of something, and then just stop. So I told him, he needs to work on following through, and told him I know what he wants, but why didn’t he go for it? When you want something you should just go for it right? At this point I am snuggling up to him, rubbing up on him and I can feel he is excited. His reply? “Maybe”. Laid there like a lump. All I could do was laugh, and I rolled over. What a joke.

I think it is the PMS talking, but I am just not sure about this one anymore.
Ill let you know in about 7 days.

Serenity Now!
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Super Dad

Super Dad…September 19, 2005


I finally got my pictures downloaded! Now I can tell you stories.

Labor day weekend, after the hurricane, my dad packed up his truck and drove to Louisiana to help my Aunt and Uncle who had some major damage from the wind and water they endured. He bought a generator, filled up some jugs with gas, and major amounts of water and took off. We heard from him later in the day when he was in an area that got cell service and he was almost there. We didnt hear from him for the rest of the night. The next evening, he called and said he was on his way back with my aunt who was going to stay with us for a while until things were settled down there. She is a bit manic and bi polar so you can guess how elated my dad was when he was able to get away from her after the long trip in the car with her. We call her Aunt LuLu, it was just by coincedence that she actually turned out to be looney.

Dad knew that Labor day weekend we were housing a small army of women at our house for the annual Estrogen Fest, and Sarah's wedding shower, but that didnt sway him from joining us for a few drinks, Im sure he needed them. He planned on leaving again the next day but he satyed up with us crazy women. He had many stories for us from his adventure to the broken south.

There wasn't as much damage to their house as there was to houses in New Orleans, and closer to the coast, but there was damage. The major things were flooding, broken windows, and a tree fell in on their roof collapsing part of the house. And of course no electricity, phones or water. They were happy to see dad when he drove up with the generator and water, and he also brought building supplies to help patch their roof. Most of the trees on their property were blown over, roots up. They had already cleared them from the land, and were patching the roof when he got there. But none the less, they appreciated him coming out. My Aunt felt useless there so she asked dad if he would drive her out of there for a while, and of course he agreed. Before he knew it, she was talking his ear off and he drove way over the speed limit to get home faster. What would have taken him 11 hours, took him 8. He was ready for a strong drink by the time he got home. He reminisced about a time many years ago when he had kicked Aunt LuLu out of his car because she was being crazy, he mentioned to me that he wished he had done that on the way home. She talks non stop, and talks over people when she doesnt have her medication. And I think the events surrounding her were a bit too much for her to handle, she was weepy every five minutes, inbetween ramblings.

In addition to my aunts husband living there, her brother-my uncle- lives on the ajoining property. His house wasnt damaged at all! I asked how he was and dad replied with "oh, he looks like the unibomber" My Uncle John, hes a character, my favorite uncle but he has many problems. He just retired from the Navy and bought a little cabin on the land behind my aunts property. He is an alcoholic, but is the funniest guy you will ever meet. He has never married, and is a social pariah of sorts. Now that he doesnt have to go to a job every day he is apparently not giving a sh*t about his appearance! I thought that was funny, and the way dad was talking at that point in the night after two or three shots, the story sounded so much funnier coming from him.

Here are some pictures of the damage:

*follow up*
My Aunt stayed with my parents for a total of two weeks, and finally my uncle drove in to pick her up. They still do not have power. She apparently is deathly afraid of flying and called my uncle to come get her. My parents are rejoicing in her absence.

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When I grow up

When I grow up…September 14, 2005


I am not doing well with my duplex responsibilities, and its only been a week.
True to my Jenni self, I have been messing up a lot lately. I try to be responsible, but then procrastination sets in and takes over. I have had my duplex since the 1st of this month, but I didnt actually move in until Saturday of last weekend. I am new to the idea of setting up utilities, gas, water etc. seeing that my rental history has been in apartments. So most of these things are new to me, granted I dealt with them while living with my parents, yes, I am making excuses.

I have a lawn that needs watering, and mowing, and its practically dead now. So I watered it this weekend, but didnt know that you dont need to water it every day like I thought. I called Mrs Green Thumb last night (mom) and she laughed at me. And it rained too so I think I may have over watered. Oh well.

This morning, as I was laying in bed after my alarm went off, I was thinking to myself "I wonder when my trash pickup is?" Outside I hear the familiar sounds of a garbage truck banging around, and then moving on to the next house. So I jump out of bed, and pull on some boxer shorts and hustle out into the garage to the large piles of trash I have amassed since moving in. As I am pulling my garage door open and running out to the drive way with my trash can rolling behind me...the garbage truck pulls away, leaving me in its dust, in my pajamas, barefoot in the middle of my driveway.

When I grow up, I want to be a responsible adult...with a lawn that isnt dead and a garage that isnt full of garbage for another week. Hey maybe next week I can actually park in the garage!

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Ding Dongs

Ding Dongs…September 9, 2005


Ok, so I have a story for you.
Its another story to add to my "Jenni Moments". Ready? Ok...
I was over at Daves new house, he just had it finished and has been moving in all week. Its my third time to the house, but I havent seen it since it was finished and had the carpet put in. Last time I saw it it still had cement floors and the plumbing wasnt in yet. Earlier in the week he had a telephone line put in, but it was still not buried in the yard yet. So I get there, and you will have to remember that we havent seen eachother in a week and a half. Basically he grabbed me at the door and we proceeded to um...greet eachother until we were rolling around in the middle of the living room floor nekid. When we were finished um... "christening" the living room, he was making fun of me because I had been a little loud at the end of it. Suddenly the door bell rang! I didnt quite know what to do and honestly I felt like I was in high school again doing something I wasnt supposed to. My instinct was to gasp loudly, and so I did, and upon glancing up at the door, I noticed there is a window right there! And then I was off and running. Scampering into the bedroom naked as a jaybird! Dave kind of giggled and came running in after me. I ran straight through the bedroom into the back of the bathroom. As if the man at the door was just going to come in! I told Dave "Oh my god, do you think the neighbors heard me and came over to check to see if everything was ok?" He is still laughing and is trying to pull some clothes on to go answer the door, and says with a huge grin "I guess Im about to find out huh?...hope I dont smell like sex" and walks away still laughing and out of breath. I am now wrapped in a bath towel and in a panic because all my clothes are in the living room in a pile in front of the door! I hear Dave, just as I thought that say "I guess Ill throw our clothes behind the couch" and he opens the door...no one is there. He goes out into the front yard and finds some sort of tools left there and no one is to be found, but he does mention "yup, you can see in pretty well from that window heh heh". Oh my god! Whoever it was got a pretty good glance at my white butt and took off so fast he left his tools!
Turns out it was the guy who was going to bury the telephone line in the yard.
He came back the next day.
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The end of the world

The end of the world…September 2, 2005

Is everyone else going as crazy as we are in Texas about this whole hurricaine Katrina thing? Is it just us in the south? There are people flocking to Texas from Louisiana by the car loads, the gas prices are outrageous, and some gas stations are already out of fuel. How is it in other parts of the United States?

We finally heard from my Aunt and Uncle, and my moms brother who live in Kentwood, LA. We have been calling them all week, the phone lines are all wacked out. My uncles brother called finally last night and said "I dont have much time, Im on a cell phone so Ill do all the talking and you just listen..." everyone is fine, but they have no power and no water so they are basically camping. The huge tree in the front yard fell into the house, right through their two bedrooms and bathroom. The house flooded and all the pecan trees on their property are gone. My Uncle Johns house is fine I guess...he didnt say much about it. They have all huddled together as neighbors and are sharing their food and what water they can get. They have been having huge cook outs to eat the meat that would spoil. Their water comes from wells on their property so without electricity they cant pump water.

My dad decided to drive to help them out. He bought a generator this morning and filled up tanks with gas, loaded up on water and building materials and he is off. Im sure he will take pictures so Ill try and post them here as soon as he gets back, he may stay a while. Good for him!

What the hell is going on in the wake of this huge disaster anyway? people are turning on eachother when they should be helping their fellow neighbors and Americans. Where is the National Guard? People are starving, and dying of dehydration. Where is the medical support? Police officers are throwing their badges in and giving up. They dont have the man power or the firepower to handle the situation with all the people with guns and the looting. What are they supposed to do? Texas just sent in all the state troopers we could to help out. I feel so selfish. I have been worrying about my own life, and there are people dying because they have no water. What can I do to help? Id donate to the red cross, but when are they going to go in??? How long are we going to wait? How many more people have to die? Go get them out of there! Im mad...I need to rant, thanks for listening. Im mad at the horrible souls who are shooting innocent people and looting worthless things like tvs and dvd players. I can look past people who are desperate and taking water and food and shoes to protect their feet. But taking guns and creating urban warfare is just evil. Most of the people who are left there didnt have the means in the first place to leave before the storm, now they are stranded in this Armageddon like world, and no one is there to help them. The media has stopped reporting on good humanitarian efforts and have now focused on the horrible images we have seen recently. There needs to be a healthy balance, and I know there are good things happening there, people are genuinely good at heart and want to help, tell us those stories and quit showing me the same images of the low life looters with machine guns. SHow me the story of the man who helped 25 people get to a shelter when they were stranded on a portion of the freeway. He drove 4 people at a time to a shelter, and they were able to get out of the city. SHow me the story of a man who took his canoe back and forth to the hospitals bringing supplies and needed medicine to them when their generators went out. Why arent we hearing about these stories? Ugh...ok Im done.

I feel selfish, and fat.

I wish I was helping, instead I am sitting here eating my lunch and planning my shopping trip for my move in next week. Im heading over to my place here in a few minutes, Ill take pictures. selfish.