Death and taxes

My grandpa is dying. I’ve known this for a while, but last night mom told me that he’s not getting out of bed and not opening his eyes. The nurses are asking dad what he wants to do, making all those arrangements.

On one hand, my grandpa is 93(I think), he’s lived a long life, he’s been miserable since grandma died, and I think he would be happier in heaven.

On the other hand, I’m worried about my dad. So worried that I’m distracted.

I am having a very hard time concentrating today. I can’t seem to focus.  *sigh* I was so happy to see my little Windows Assistant, which I have turned into a cat. I would love to have a desk top pet. Something to keep me occupied.

All my W-2s are in…. taxes need to be done. Hopefully, I’ll get a nice return! What should use it for? Hmmmmm….. New clothes? Food? New Kitchen stuff?

Live Long and Prosper!

Last Night

This was my project for last night. I wanted a calming night watching TV and this is what I got….

a mess

The boy decided to help me… 

 

a deadly weapon of yarn and Knitting needles

We finally got it all unraveled. It was time consuming and really annoying, but also a fun bonding time.  

Live Long and Prosper!

Valentine’s Day

So, we have decided what we are going to do for Valentine’s Day.

My church is starting a voluteer program for one Saturday a month, we are going to volunteer at a retirement community with group activities. This Saturday is the maiden voyage so to speak. Saturday at 9:45am, The Boy has agreed to go with me to volunteer.

Then I will buy yarn.

Then, maybe go for a romantic dinner.

Sounds like the PERFECT Valentine’s Day date to me!

Live Long and Prosper!

Pigeon toes and lonely Knitting Circles.

So, I was all excited to go to my knitting circle last night. It was like 50 degrees and I was eager to learn a new stitch. I traipsed over to the neighborhood … THE LONG WAY! *head slap* and walk in the door to find a bunch of grumpy looking people on laptops glaring at the interruption of lil ‘ol me walking in the door! Geez people! How can you be grumpy on a day like today??? It was friggin’ beautiful!!!!!! Embarrassed I walk to get a coffee. I hang out for about 15 minutes waiting for someone to show up…I was already 20 minutes late, and decide that I’m all alone and there is no way I am going to sit in there with all those up tight people to knit. *humph*  Thankfully, The Boy and a friend of his was in the same neighborhood and I just had to walk a little ways to meet them at the bar! They had a giggle at lonely me sitting knitting. I woke up this morning WAY too early and thought, “huh, there might have been a back room that I didn’t check.” *head slap* Now I REALLY feel like an idiot for being scared off by a bunch of grumpy snooty people!  

In other news, I was walking around the other day. It’s strange the things you notice. I was walking behind this very nicely dressed woman and did a scan of her outfit. When I got to her shoes my eyebrows raised and thought “NIIIIIICE!”. …….. THEN I saw her walk. GROSS! This girl was pigeon toed AND had fallen arches which made her feet roll in as she walked. When I saw that, it totally turned me off of the shoes. Then I had a thought, it’s strange that just by her walking, I no longer lust after those shoes. She should NOT have been wearing 4 inch heels without some sort of support for her foot. I then realized that I am kinda disgusted by girls under the age of 30 with pigeon toes. That’s it… no more shoe shopping in the street. 

Hungry now… 

Live Long and Prosper!

Valentine’s Day Quandry

Last night, while watching “Slumdog Millionaire” I mentioned that Valentine’s Day is next week. He asked me if I wanted to do anything. What am I suppose to say? “Yes, I would like to get dressed up and taken to a nice dinner, recieve a beautiful bouquet of roses and very pretty jewelry.”

Let’s make a list of somethings that would be feasible with our budget at the moment….
a. Sushi dinner at the cute and resonably priced sushi restaurant down the street
b. Head downtown and visit a new museum exhibit or just poke around downtown
c. Head to the Chicago History Museum, as that is the one museum I haven’t been to yet.
d. Go to a movie…but there isn’t anything all that great out right now
e. Explore a neighborhood that we don’t venture to much
f. Head to one of his favorite restaurants.
g. Sit at home and play video games while drinking beer and any other substance we might be able to afford.
h. do absolutely nothing, him on the computer, me on the couch watching television

Hmmm… do any of those sound interesting? Here is why we can’t do them….
a. we really don’t have that much money
b. it’s too friggin cold to be outside(that knocks out b. and e.)
c. again with the money and his lack of interest (this will knock out b.,c., d., and e.)
d. see a. and c. and the fact that there isn’t anything that looks all that interesting
e. see b. and c.
f. $$$$
g. TOTALLY doable
h. probably what we will end up doing anyway.

Geez, Valentine’s Day sucks whether single or not! lol Hope your’s is better!

Live Long and Prosper!

On my nightstand

Currently on my nightstand:

My knitting

A bag of craisens

A bag of raisens

2 eye pillows

The Brothers Karamazov

A big white plate that holds:

two pairs of earrings,

a fabric map of Chicago,

a picture of my family,

a couple of condoms

a few lighters

Which ever remote I happen to be hoarding

A box of Kleenex

A lamp

An oil burner

A bottle of Bath and Body oil

My old cellphone

A headset for my old cellphone

a box of Uno Cards

A couple of CDs I have no idea what’s on them

a glass of water

a bag from Nina:a well-knit shop (my source for fabulous yarn!)

An old candle with pens being stored in it.

 

I have a very large nightstand! J Thanks to The Boy!!!

 

Live Long and Prosper

Raiding and Pillaging Bachlorette Style

Well, I’m back. It was a whirlwind trip but I’m back and congested. Boo. L I made the train, feeling pretty good, just a little tired. I had big carb-filled breakfast, I was still under the impression that I was going to be drinking. I found a seat on the train and settled in to nap. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the seat next to me. So I sat next to this girl who insisted on talking most of the trip. I tried to be nice. It didn’t matter long, I ended up getting sick. I think I was going through caffeine withdrawal. I had a headache. Now, I suffer from migraines and I am use to suffering through them. They are NOT fun! So, I went down to the café car, asked for pain killers, a cup of coffee and a giant cookie. Back in my seat I proceeded to dose myself. I was NOT going to get sick for this. I didn’t want to be the wet blanket.

 

I get to Deerborn, get a Whopper and a large coffee and get dropped off at the house. I scarf the Whopper and start to get ready. The bridesmaids get a psychic reading, I was third. She told me that I have a very stable and supportive relationship, I will get married, and there will be money for bills. Whew! That’s a relief. She said that The Boy will get a job in February or March. She also knew that I’ve been having a lot of back troubles and told me to be careful what I carried. I’m one of those stubborn people, I don’t care how heavy it is…I’ll try to carry it. But for the last couple weeks, I’ve been having troubles even bending over. It was cool. I’m tempted to get another reading, but I just don’t have the money to spend.

 

I was kind of hit and miss the whole night, I would have bursts of energy. There would be times where my head wouldn’t hurt as much as other times. Mostly on the LimoBus where the light was a weird blue color and hurt my eyes. I felt better in the bars. They were dark, but then they still allow smoking in the bars so that hurt my nose and eyes, but I still had fun. A bunch of white girls dressed up like pirates and singing Journey at the top of their lungs at a karaoke bar, it was crazy fun!

 

By the end of the night everyone was drunk, there was typical girl drama, there was a coup to over throw the brides desires to karaoke, but overall, it was a fun night. The maid of honor and sister of the bride did a great job. I think one of the best parts of the party was that there was no phallic presence. No blow up penises, no light up penises, no penis crown, nothing to point to men at all. We were just a bunch of girls dressed up to party! I don’t think anyone tried to pick up a guy, no one caught making out with random men, just dancing and drinking! SO MUCH FUN!!!

 

My ride back to the city was pretty uneventful. I downed some NiteQuil and passed out. I was chastised by The Boy when I got back. I’ll admit that I left a mess in the kitchen, but I don’t think he takes count of the times I do dishes either. I think his sense of time is fucked up cuz he doesn’t leave the apartment for work. Therefore, he only sees the messes I make. No matter how many times I bring up his messes that I find from his late night meals, or the fact that I cleaned up after the Christmas meal that I spent the whole day making! Or the fact that I do all the grocery shopping and most of the cooking(if left to him we would eat out every night, not good on the empty purse strings). I’m tempted to start a tally sheet, but if he sees a tally sheet that means he’ll probably do more to make me look bad. Any suggestions? I’m not saying either one of us is right, and I don’t think that keeping a running tally is the way to go either…. I’m just not sure how to resolve this issue. I’m pretty sure that once he gets a job outside the apartment he’ll probably feel like we are on more even ground. I dread that though, might have to hire a maid! At least to clean the bathroom or do the deep cleaning! I hate those parts. L

 

One more thing…. My friend is great person. She’s driven and dedicated. When she decides on something, she gets it. She’ll work her tail off for it. I’m more of the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda girl. I find that most plans that are made get ruined somehow. I make small goals and let the rest fall where it may. I envy her life. I wish that I could get what I wanted. I have always wanted the fairytale wedding and good guy who dotes on me hand and foot(figuratively speaking), I want the guy who wants to make me happy and is willing to make those big plans with me. Unfortunately, I am not that kinda girl. When I think about getting married, the thoughts of the planning and all the people that I would have to get involved frightens me beyond belief. I think about me as a little girl. I never dreamed about my wedding. I never found the perfect dress, I never picked my bridesmaids or colors or flowers. To me, the most important part of the wedding was the union, the marriage, my husband and partner. I dreamed more of what it would be like AFTER the wedding.  You think that means something? Like, maybe I wasn’t meant to have the planned happy family. I mean, I can’t imagine trying to PLAN when I want to have a baby, I want it to be a surprise. I don’t want a big wedding, more of a chance to make myself look like a fool. I would, however, like to feel comfortable financially and comfortable discussing finances. That is the scariest thing for me. I guess, what I’m trying to say is, I like the little surprises. I don’t like having a plan, it means that you have to follow it. A plan means that too many things can go wrong. Without a plan, anything can happen. I could move to L.A. if I wanted. Or become a lumberjack. Or a deep sea diver. I like keeping my options open, but I guess it means that I have to realize that I have to give up some of my childhood dreams.

 

When looking at my friend and her fiancé, they look like a motley pair, but really, the more I think about it, the more I see why they are together. They are the same in SO many ways. Congrats guys!

 

Live Long and Prosper!

6am on a Saturday

The things we do for our friends. I’m so incredibly happy to do it, though. It just sucks to be up this early. PLUS, I’m fighting a cold. 

As I stepped out of the shower this morning(I know, I should have taken one last night, but I just wanted sleep), I grabbed my towel and heard my alarm going off. I hurried to wrap myself, mostly for warmth, and run to shut it off before it woke The Boy. In my hurried frenzie, my underwear fell in the toilet! *sigh* Whose underwear fall in toilets? *raises hand disgustedly* Mine!  

What kind of day am I in for today? 

Live Long and Prosper!

Thoughts for Thursday

I fully plan on starting up HNT again. I would like to keep my blog somewhat friendly and there for devising a plan to continue HNT and other possibly risque posts without it being totally NSFW. Still devising, will get back to you ….

Now, let’s get back to my randomness

*I really do look like a 50 year old Hausfrau! (no offense to those of you who are hausfrau’s, or those of you in your 50s, but as The Boy has so lovingly said to me, I’m thirty with a kickin’ bod, I shouldn’t dress dowdy. I just have a very limited income and have to work with what I have. Those of you willing to donate to my “new clothes fund” contact me and I’ll give you details! )

*hey, I can see my vein throbbing in my neck.(while washing my hands in the bathroom)

* This site is TOO FUNNY! I have literally been laughing my ass off. I can’t laugh too loud as I’m still at work, but honestly… This woman Jen is a wordsmith GENIUS! Kudos to you Jen! You have made my day fly by faster than most! I completely LOVE your site and it makes me want to scour every bakery/grocery store in the greater Chicago area looking for messed up cakes to send you. OR better yet! Ordering a cake in hopes of getting is messed up so I can send it to you for funny commentary! (In fact, I was trying to devise a plan for messed up cakes while I was in the bathroom. What? Some people read, I ponder the creative works of cake! ) See, my plan is two-fold, get a funny F*&% up cake AND I get to eat it! YUMMY! Win-Win!

*This sweater sheds like dog in the middle of July! My desk is covered in little black fuzzies. This is the aforementioned sweater from my first thought. The Boy said I looked like a school marm in this sweater. Had it not been for my cool new haircut, He would have thought I stepped out of the 1900’s one room school house. EEK! I need new clothes.

*What kind of grocery store doesn’t have baked beans in the bean ailse?

Yeah, it was one of those days. Pretty boring.

Live Long and Prosper!

Sometimes the funniest things happen at night

I named myself Janed21 for a couple of reasons. The first was because I am not creative at all. The second was because I wanted some anonymity. Three, because 21 is my favorite number even if 17 and 20 were my best years of life, carefree and full of naughty fun. I often regret the choice of JaneD21 but what else was there? It seemed like everything had been taken. I’m not a mom so I can’t go that route. I don’t particularly have any talents that I perform on a regular basis, so I can’t go that route. I figured that by calling myself JaneD21 I was opening myself to the possibilities of blogging about anything I want….hence the “Life in my head” title. I should delve into my brain more and be more interesting but I am kind of hit and miss on the writing talent. Most of my blogs are “on the go” written from my phone or in the few stolen minutes I have with the ONE working computer in my apartment. I’m sorry for not being more interesting, I’ll try to step it up a notch. Let’s try this out….

Yesterday was a good day at work. Now that I am out of that poisonous other job(I’ll write more detail later) most of my days at work are good, unless I have that reoccurring foot in mouth disease that I can’t seem to shake and no doctor knows how to cure. I’m starting to get projects and that keeps my days filled. Yesterday, my boss gave me the company bulletin to look over and make sure the final revisions and edits were done. Due to another employee’s family health problems, I helped her out yesterday afternoon and didn’t get around to the bulletin edits.

Towards quittin’ time I’m gathering my stuff and decide to try to do the edit revisions at home. Okay, a little background on me, I’m 30 and never had a grownup job. My last job was a nightmare and all my other jobs have been hourly, punch out and you’re done. This one is different in SO many ways. So anyway, I curled up in bed, pencil in one hand, beer in the other and got to work on those pesky edits.  It was fun.

9:30pm and I’m watching “Frasier” and slowly drifting off to sleep. The Boy( I have GOT to find a better term for him) comes to bed later in the night. It’s probably about midnight and something falls. We both shoot bolt up right in bed and look around.

“WHAT THE F*&$ WAS THAT?”

My one remaining cat had knocked over the dusty old guitar which leaned precariously against a stack of Rubbermaid boxes and and old air conditioner. It crashed to the ground with a hollow sound and a vibration of loose untuned strings. Holy crap that freaked us out!

We(meaning The Boy does, I was SO not getting out of  that warm bed) take the guiar and lay it down on the floor on the other side of the room out of the way of midnight wanderings to the bathroom or leaping cats. We settle back into bed, curling into one another. I must have restless leg syndrome because I moved my leg ever so slightly and The ChickenBoy jumped from the bed yelling “OMG WHAT WAS THAT?!?” (I still laugh thinking about it*wipes tear from eye*)

I bolt upright in bed and scan the room looking for the disturbance, seeing none I stare at him with a look of utter disbelief. “What is your problem? It was my foot.” I must admit that I probably used a very snotty and not very caring tone but from where I was sitting this was an unprovoked move. I proceeded to coo and tell him that everything was okay and he should lay back down and try to go back to sleep.

He did as he was told, probably out of sheer exhaustion and not from being told what to do. We curled our separate ways and fell back asleep. Well, he did anyway, I proceeded to fight back giggles as I replay the scene in my head. Sleep eventually overcame the hilarious replay in my head and I slept like a log….I think.

Technology is great. I love my Blackberry. I “spoke” with The Chicken Boy around lunchtime. He apologised for the midnight disturbance and I told him that it was okay. I asked him what he was dreaming about and he said that he was dreaming that he was tied down with millions of centipedes crawling all over him. He proceeded to tell me that he felt something touch his leg and that freaked him out. It is all I can do from laughing right now. Seriously, I’m choking back giggles! hehehehehehe

Live Long and Prosper!