Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Luke, I am your father

I am nauseous again. However there is no better cure than a movie at the Arclight. That's relief, baby. The good thing about the Dome, only three movie trailers. Bad thing, I was in the bathroom and missed the Fantastic Four preview that I was waiting to see. Oh well.

We saw Revenge of the Sith this weekend, and it was darn good. Forget those first two loads of crap, this is what you were waiting for. This, plus Star Wars, followed by Empire. Those three are all you need, forget the other ones. There's no point in me giving you a review, cause well, it's been done. I can, however give you some of my thoughts that have nothing to do with the plot at all.

1. Such as, when Padme confronts Anakin, I really don't think that a mini skirt and knee high boots "work" for a woman preggers in her third trimester. While I agree it's a sexy outfit any other time, at that point, maybe something more demure might be advised.

2. While Hayden Christensen is not one of our finest actors, he is still a fine looking boy. And it just goes to show, you don't have to be a good actor when they can give you "Hulk" eyes to show how angry you really are.

3. I like when Jedis get pissed, cause they shrug their shoulders back and drop their capes, ready for action. "Yo, you wanna start something up in this mutha?" *cue cape drop*. It reminded me of when I worked with this friend of mine, and when he got upset, he'd 'fake ghetto bitch fight'. That is, he'd swipe at his ears pretending to take earrings off, kick his feet pretending to kick heels off, and say, "Hold my purse, bitch." (Yes, he was gay, but that's neither here nor there. That shit cracked me up.)

4. Not to get back on this pregnant trip, but seeing as how...I AM, perhaps that's why I was so fixated on it. I mean, Padme didn't know she was having twins, yet when those suckers popped out, there she was, all with the names, ready to go. When exactly did she think of "Luke" and "Leia?" Did she have back up names? You're telling me that her true love didn't give her the thought of maybe Anakin, Jr.? I have a kid coming in 6 months and I got nothin'.

There are my thoughts. I told you it wasn't a review. Just a stuff that was on my mind. Go here if you want a REAL review of Revenge of the Sith.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Let me take you on a trip
around the world and back

It was ROQ of the 90's weekend on KROQ. It was slightly surreal to hear those songs on the radio as I was driving about, this holiday Monday. I felt like I was in a time machine. Even more so when I was in Hollywood and saw a sign saying that Peter Murphy was playing next month.

All those songs took me back. Back to when GIRLS like ME, pulled on our black knee highs and Doc Martens and went to concerts every weekend. When we saturated our brains with all the new music, and scoured thrift stores for cute clothes. When we spent all our free time in the record stores or looking for cute boys who liked the same bands as we did. That's what we did.

And what happened to all the rockin' girl bands of the 90's? Why aren't there any nowadays? Don't say Gwen Stefani, because when your lyrics simply spell out the word B-A-N-A-N-A-S, you're out of ideas, bitch.

It was nice to be able to sing along to EVERY SONG on the radio. I almost felt 16 again. Until I saw an actual 16 year old and thought, that's ok, I don't want to go back. I'm fine being a reflective 30 year old, thanks.

van go

Seeing as how we had lots of guests for the weekend, we had to rent a minivan to go out and about.

I had a very scary glimpse of my possible life in a few years. A life that I vowed would 'never happen to me.'

Meanwhile, Kyle was WAY happy driving that huge hideous thing. He said the minivan was perfect for carting around his TEN kids. I told him his second wife and their 8 kids will be very happy with the van, I'm sure.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

sweet dreams

I have vivid dreams. Last night's was especially creative. There were characters, and storylines, which for some reason escape me, but that wasn't the important part. It was like a movie. Flashing between black & white and color images, all very crisp. It moved from frame to frame, even to parts that seemed as if they were storyboards, with written words and all.

One part I remember, it switched to animation, similar to manga - very much Kill Bill Vol. 1. Odd, really. From what I remember the storyline seemed to have your requisite murderous intent and assassins...however it also featured a baby and buttered peas.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Every move you make
I'll be watching you

Do you ever get the feeling that someone's staring at you? Then you look up, and they TOTALLY ARE?

As if that isn't annoying enough, what about when the person DOESN'T stop staring, after you've noticed them? What is the deal with that? That happened to me the other day in a store. This guy just kept staring at me, and I'm looking around, and there's no one else, so he's obviously looking at me. So, do I know him? Does he know me? Is there something on my face? What's up, creepy?

Did I fail to mention that this happened last week as well? Different guy though. Still, does it happen all the time, but I never notice? I'm starting to get paranoid. It's freaky. Very freaky. Stop...staring...at...me...freaks.

potty mouth

There is good and bad about going back to work. Good? I have my Once a Year conversation with Dan on the phone for "FREE", as he says. I guess he means on the company dime, unless he's talking about his personal 976 number, which I want to know NOTHING ABOUT.

Two, I get lots and lots of music from coworkers, yay! Shaunny dropped a cd on my desk today. Has there ever been a better cd title, I ask you? And a happy face, to boot!

It has my fave Aimee Mann, which he loves too. I'm telling you I can listen to her read off a shopping list, I just love her. It also has the new Moby, which, if I listen to a few more times, I just may end up liking.

So. The "BAD," about work?
I'm back to drawing bathrooms.

Jenn: "Whaddya got for me?"

Coworker: "Bathrooms, of course."
Jenn: "What do you mean of course?"
Coworker: "They're your specialty!"
Jenn: "WHAT? Since when did they become my specialty?"
Coworker: "Come on, you've been doing them for years. You're good at it."
Jenn: "It doesn't mean I like it."

Goddam, when did I become Queen of the Urinals, I'd like to know?

Tuesday, May 24, 2005


I love these shoes.
I wore them to work today and they made me happy.
How pathetic.

p.s. That's the size of a NORMAL ankle.


Monday, May 23, 2005

playing footsie

What did I do this afternoon? Well, how kind of you to ask! I took the Sister-in-Law to the Emergency Room, seeing as how she sprained her ankle last night. It didn't seem that bad, hell, she could walk just fine and wasn't in pain, but we didn't want to take any chances.

So we saunter in there with frappuccinos and magazines, inquiring smugly about when we might be served. Meanwhile, the woman next to me is bleeding profusely from the leg. Nice. Our plight is not that bad, and we know it.

The frappuccino was a bad idea considering when they tried to take Sis's temperature, nothing registered. Yes, we are idiots. I told them to make her take it rectally, but she wasn't having it.

I go outside to walk around, cause, after two hours of waiting, even I'M starting to feel sick. I go back in, and they send me to her room. I walk in, and I shit you not, the room is covered in blood. On the floors, the chair, and there is a whole table of gauzy bloody things. DISGUSTING. And the Sis? Nowhere to be found.

Come to find out she went for xrays, and for some reason they never cleaned up the room from the person before. Luckily for my blue pill, I did not hurl, cause that's just nasty.

Then something even weirder happens. The clean up tech guy, comes in to take away the bloody mess, and he says, "Hey...I've got something to show you girls..." Uh, cut to me biting my lip, thinking of how to make a run for it, while dragging a cripple girl with me. He takes some scissors off the BLOODY tray and says, "These are for you guys. They're clean, I swear." Good lord. Get me out of here.

In the end, the chick is fine. She's on the couch watching her FAVE channel Lifetime (I have never seen so much crying in all my life), while yelling at me not to put her face on the blog. I think she just might make it.


Thank you, no I'm straight.
No, I meant are you in here FOR drugs?"

Oh my word.
I am a new woman.
I have never felt better. I went to the doctor and she gave me this little blue pill (not Viagra, thanks). Miraculously, the nausea went away. I used to eat maybe once a day, at around 10 at night, and usually just crackers, at that. Now, I have been eating full meals and even had a decaf coffee frappuccino today. Not only that, I used to nap 3-4 hours a day, (probably cause no food = no energy) and now I nap about 10-30 minutes. I have TONS o' energy too.

Thank god for that blue pill. It could be a condensed form of crack for all I know, and if it is...give me more.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

clothes minded

Back to work Monday, yay! I have a closet full of dress shirts, skirts and heels that are waiting to be worn. I love me some work clothes. Sure the rest of those guys will be dressed for the beach, but I'll be looking smart, indeed.

Meanwhile, I have taken my sis-in-law to at least 4 Victoria's Secret stores. I guess she needs to see every one before she goes home. I can't give up that underwear, it's the best. Luckily I still fit it, cause in a few months, forget it. I'll enjoy it while I can.

When you're pregnant, everything grows. EVERYTHING. My feet went from a 6-1/2 to an 8. Now I'm a 7. I would love to buy shoes, but who knows what size I'll end up being. So far, THESE are the only shoes I've bought...for the kid. They fit in the palm of your hand!!


Saturday, May 21, 2005

Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered

Oh god.
It's like summer's here.
Unhappy me.

Last night I woke up at 3am, sweating.
Not yucky sweat, but just light and uncomfortable.
Check out those yellow numbers!

This weather can bite me.


Friday, May 20, 2005

go MEME yourself

I got tagged by mipmup, but I think I'm going to pass.

I feel 'meme'-ed out.

Here are the list of questions.
I'm sure you can figure out what I'd say, but if you want to know any answers, I'll tell you, just ask.

Otherwise, I just I wanted to give her props for thinking of little old me.

taste the rainbow

Well, I lost 5 pounds. If this happened any other time, I'd say it was a good thing. The doctor I saw yesterday sure wasn't happy about it. I guess considering I'm off into my second trimester, I'm supposed to be gaining, but this nausea is still kicking my ass.

The only thing that doesn't make me sick? SUGAR. And lots of it.

I actually do have cravings. Red Skittles. Yes, JUST the red ones. Don't correct me, that's the flavor - RED. Because they sure as hell don't taste like strawberry or cherry or whatever red fruit they are attempting to imitate. Unfortunately, they don't make bags of red ones, so I have to buy a giant bag and just eat the red ones. Sometimes the orange ones, maybe a green one, or two.

So when Kyle reaches into the bag and says, "Why do I always get purple or yellow?" I just shrug my shoulders and say, "Who knows?"

Thursday, May 19, 2005

love plus one

Man, I feel like crying. Right now.

The girl who cuts my hair, and who has given me the best haircuts I've ever had in my life, just quit. She didn't just MOVE, she quit doing hair totally. Forever. What.

When you find a good hairstylist it's an emotional thing, you don't want to lose them.

So I went to her friend, a girl she recommended. My hair looks...ok. Not as good as before, that's for sure.
I need to go buy some hats.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

My heart going BOOM BOOM BOOM

Last night I went to see Erasure in Anaheim. I went with my cousin, and the whole time she was obsessed with being old. "Look at all the OLD people, that means WE are old. You know the last time we saw them was at the Forum in 1990.." Yes. The fact that we owned these records on vinyl and cassette, should have been your first clue. Or that I just called it a "record," whatever.

So. I was very excited to see opening band - Elkland. The audience was cracking up hysterically at the lead singer's awful dancing. Meanwhile, I was falling in love. Dorky guys dancing. Love it. I was very happy to hear "Find Me" live, because I just enjoy that song to no end.

The audience seemed to be divided into sections. The Totally Gay Guys were in front. I was in the second section, which seemed to be only Tall Dorky White Guys. Seeing as how they were all a foot taller than me, I had to move. So I passed the third tier which was Drunk A-holes, and moved on to MY designated section which was Short Asian Chicks. I felt like their Queen, seeing as how I was the tallest one there.

Erasure came on about 9. As always, Andy was spinning, dancing, and singing. You have to be damn confident if you're only wearing a pair of glittering bikini shorts. The backup dancers had a nice pair of fairy wings, which, for some reason, I really wanted for myself, for what, I have no idea.

They played TONS of old songs, I mean, I was shocked by the amount, and also happy to see that the entire audience seemed to know all of them too. Yay for real fans. Highlights for me? "Rapture" (spotlight on Vince), "Solsbury Hill" (Ohh... that was GOOD live.) "Drama!" (yes, that song made me yelly and bouncy), and "Breathe" (I just...really love.)

I stood up the entire time, which I should get mad props for because, hello, I'm pregnant. Even though I'm not even showing, yes, I'm using that as my crutch. I should get even more for dancing and singing every song, too. Props or cash, your choice.

Dress you up in my love

Some things, I'm better off not knowing.

Jenn: "I'm not sure when I'm due, the doctor is guessing November."

DanG: "Ohhh...you got some Valentine's Day lovin'."
Jenn: "Good lord, Dan."
DanG: "What? I know for a fact that our kid was conceived on Halloween, how creepy is that?"
Jenn: "That IS creepy. You guys. Costumes. My retinas burning."
DanG: "Yes, but who was the cowboy and who was the vicar? The answer may surprise you!"

hammer time

I know my way around a hardware store, I've been going to them for architecture materials for over 15 years. Some stores are great, and some are awful. Today I went to both ends of the spectrum.

First, we went to a contractor's store, i.e. all men, but the salesguy was such a fucker, condescending and rude, I couldn't take it. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm an idiot, there's no need to talk to me that way. He even said, "I hope I'm not coming off as rude." I was so close. Close to saying, "Look dickhead..." but I held my tongue and quickly got the hell out of there.

Cut to the holiest of holy of hardware stores, B&B on Washington. Just pulling into the parking lot I thought I heard angels singing. It's dirty and raggedy and wonderful. The sales staff know more than anyone on the planet, when it comes to what you need. Not to mention, they saw that I knew what I was talking about, treated me with total respect, and also did nice 'girl' things for me, like carry heavy shit to my car without even asking.

My father-in-law noticed that the guy in the paint department seemed to take a liking to me, so instead of asking himself, he said, "Go get your friend to get us this," "Go get your friend to give us free stuff." Good lord, I felt like I was being pimped out. Sure, I smiled more than usual, but only because they know their stuff and being around people that know what they're talking about, makes me crazy happy.

And yes, I got free paint sticks. No, I did not bat my eyelashes. What can I say?

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

David Brent makes a genie motion.
"You've charmed me. You've got the job."

Like a bad boyfriend who I just can't break up with, the Office has called me back. Until we go on Dr. Phil and he tells us to call it quits, I will probably keep going back for more abuse.

I get an email this morning asking me to come in next week. That was 8am. At 9am I get an IM from a co-worker saying he "heard" them say that I wasn't interested. Hello. One HOUR has passed.

So I called the co-worker who solicited me...

Jenn: "I hear I'm not interested in the work. I also heard you plan to give it to someone else."
CO: "Well, I hadn't heard from you."
Jenn: "It's been ONE HOUR, give me a freakin' break."
CO: "I'm impatient, lately. Don't ask me why."
Jenn: "Well if you're that impatient you can shove the job up your ass and give it to the other guy."
CO: "No, no, we want you. You come first."
Jenn: "Right, which is why you had no time to wait an HOUR for my call. Thanks. How many days do you need me? "
CO: "2. No, 4. How about 5?"
Jenn: "Good lord, which is it? Just tell me!"
CO: "Whatever you want - anytime, anyday next week, you name it."
Jenn: "Fine. I'll be there Monday at 7:30."

See what I mean? It's sick relationship. And I get paid for it.

Monday, May 16, 2005

and I will pray to a big god,
as I kneel in the big church

My sister-in-law is here! Yay for me getting a personal nanny for two weeks. Meanwhile her entire family has been telling her how FAT she has become.

She's a size 4.

Boy, do I feel like crap.
Fat, pregnant, crap.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Screw you. I didn't like your taste anyway.

Sometimes I surprise myself. I had forgotten I'd made a playlist for my iPod called "junk I like." I know, I'm clever with the words.

It was a compilation of songs that are my absolute favorite of faves. Um, there are 91 songs in there. I have a lot of faves, what can I say. Most of the stuff in there is pretty obvious, but there are other things in there that I forgot I love so much. I had made this playlist so I could turn it on and always be happy. I'm not going to tell you all 91, that for my info, not yours. Here are some of them.

Here is the House - Depeche Mode
When I Need You - Erasure
Breakout - Swing Out Sister
In Between Days (shiver mix) - The Cure
Living a Boy's Adventure Tale - A-ha
Everyday I Write the Book - Elvis Costello
Disappointed - Morrissey
Love Less - New Order
Causing a Commotion - Madonna
Keep Fishin' - Weezer
I Was Made to Love Her - Stevie Wonder
Do Wot You Do - INXS
Being Boring - Pet Shop Boys
Sexed Up - Robbie Williams
Last Cigarette - Dramarama
All Possibilities - Badly Drawn Boy
Monkey Gone to Heaven - Pixies
Be Near Me (munich disco mix) - ABC


When the wind blows, when the mothers talk

My mother-in-law. I love her. I do. But sometimes I wonder if she's deliberately trying to drive me insane.

She comes up with these weird theories about things and SWEARS they are correct. She also makes the bold statement: "This is what people in Hawaii believe." Uh, whatever lady. I'm not so sure the entire state would back you on some of these things...

She said:
"I hope I win big in Vegas. But not the Megabucks, it's cursed. If you win you die."
I said:
"And...you have documentation of this?"

She said:
"I bought these socks for $30, they lower your cholesterol."
I said:
"So, it's not the PILLS you are taking...you're telling me it's the socks."

She said, (while eyeing me closely):
"They say that if you are pregnant with a girl, she'll steal your beauty."
I said:
"Ok, so if I have a boy, then I have no excuse, I'm just hideous."

I'm only writing this cause she's out of town. Not that she knows how to use a computer anyway. I think I'm safe...

Friday, May 13, 2005

I don’t wanna rock, dj

Bad grammar. It drives me nuts.

In everyday conversation it doesn't really bother me. People speak the way they do or want, and that can't be helped. However, if used incorrectly to pimp your wares, that's just wrong.

I saw this van with a sign on it, for a party DJ that said,
"Call us for party's."
Goddam, they even went to the trouble of adding the apostrophe, as if "just in case." I couldn't let it go. I made Kyle look out the window to see the sign. He just looked at me like I was crazy for caring.

I'm still thinking about it, and like I said, it's driving me nuts.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

All you do to me is talk talk

Today I went shopping, at a regular sized - i.e. non-maternity store, and told the sales girl I was looking for something cute and stretchy (seeing as how I was preggers). I haven't gone clothes shopping in awhile, probably after today, I had good reason.

retailgirl: "Here, try this shirt."

(Hands me a medium)
me: "Uh, there's no way I'd wear a medium, how about an X-large?"

(looking me up and down)
retailgirl: "No way. You're small. You're a medium."
me: "Seriously, I've been through this before. I look small, but...X-large."
retailgirl: "I'm telling you medium."
me: "LOOK. There's no way my boobs are fitting into a medium, trust me."
retailgirl: "Well, I only have a large."

As if that wasn't bad enough, it goes on, as she hands me a bright turquoise shirt. If you know me at all, I would never own a shirt in that color.

me: "Um, what other colors do you have?"
retailgirl: "I think this one is good for you."

(I reach for the black one, cause I'm goth like that. *kidding*)
me: "Uh, I'll take this black one, or brown, even..."
retailgirl: "You know..."

The start of this sentence, plus her stare, told me that what was to follow would not be pleasant...

retailgirl: "...you know, just cause you're pregnant doesn't mean you can't wear pretty colors."

Biting my tongue, (very non-me, but hey, I'm pregnant and beaten down at this point) I took the LARGE turquoise shirt and tried it on. And guess what. I was right. The color was awful and the boobs didn't fit. Yet, somehow the gratification of being right didn't make me feel any better. That's enough shopping for me.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

you're the one for me fatty

It's a delicate situation when you see a pregnant woman. You wonder, is that lady pregnant or just fat? When I was pregnant with the Kid, it amazed me that as far into the pregnancy as 7 months, when I was obviously huge, people still asked. I guess it's better than getting it wrong.

So, for the hell of it, when people asked me, "Are you pregnant?" I'd usually respond with my standard, "No, I just like donuts."

Well. This time...there are no donuts.

Why did I take that picture? Cause I keep hoping someone's going to tell me it's all a dream and that I'm reading the stick wrong. So far, no one's said that. Also I can't really hide this anymore, I am sooo insanely sick some days I can't even function. Still, donuts sound pretty good, actually.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

The truth is I don't stand a chance

I was all set to run away with this man...
til I heard the new cd.
Not thrilled.
Still, it's very them.
Sort of.
At least I didn't pack my bags.

Monday, May 09, 2005

who ya gonna call?

I love the new Nine Inch Nails song. I have always liked them, though not to the point of following them desperately, or even owning that trite black NIN t-shirt. But I respect Trent and his anger.

The new single - "The Hand that Feeds" - seems so...happy? Well, happy for Trent. It makes me want to hold his hand and take him to Disneyland.

The big idea, with this new single, was to release it on the website, and let fans manipulate the song to their heart's content. See? Nice, loving Trent.

But you know what's even better than that? That song, mashed-up with Ray Parker Jr.'s "Ghostbusters." Now THAT is happy.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

to all you muthas in the house

My mom kept saying. "Today is your day, too." Yeah, right.

So why was I working my ass off, only to pass out on her living room floor in the middle of the mother's day party.
No, I wasn't drinking.

My mom and O.G. decided they wanted a 'tea' for Mother's Day.
A fine idea. Guess who did all the work? Right.

I made four kinds of tea sandwiches...

3 kinds of muffins, and O.G.'s fave, madelines.

I also made O.G. this mighty fine personalized hoodie. Amazingly, she loved it and said she's going to wear it when she takes the kid to the park. I just hope she doesn't get shot. Considering she made me drive her though south central the other day, I guess she can handle herself.

Happy Mother's Day.

Friday, May 06, 2005

giant robot

I like going to the Sixspace gallery.
They always have fresh funky stuff, that I dig.

This print from the new Kozyndan exhibition, is pretty cool.
I'm betting on the ape.

I noticed Mochi mentioned it on her blog too.
Yay for thinking alike.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Cinco de Mayo, bitches

Ok, you know what? Cinco de Mayo should be about family and togetherness...tacos, even. NOT about sending me MEAN text messages...

Jealousy. It's a bitch.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Do you know...what it feels like for a girl

If this were true I might be having a better day, I'll tell you what.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Kiss me kiss me kiss me

I have gift cards to burn, and on my list, shoes and lipstick.

Damn, I'm such a girl.

I plan to buy this NARS lip gloss, first thing, but hello, what if someone comes up to you and asks, "What's the name of that lovely peachy pink lipstick?"

Monday, May 02, 2005

fishing for compliments

I forgot to mention that I met up with Leslie for the first time last week. Some of my friends think it's weird that I am good friends with someone I've never met, but I think I pick em pretty well. And turns out, she didn't try and kill me. See?

Then again, she did have three kids with her. Well, two with her and one IN her. Her kids totally rock. She and I have the same sick sense of humor, so we actually should have been friends years ago, but what can you do.

We went to the aquarium, which is a very cool place, except for the busloads of uncontrollable children that are let loose during the day. Let me make this clear. I like my kid - other people's kids can go to hell. Otherwise, fish fish fish. Very fun.

I plan to catch up with her again when I drop off her package from Hawaii. How is it possible that as many times as she has been there, she has never eaten a Liliha bakery coco-puff? A preggo woman at that?

Sunday, May 01, 2005

everything but the girl

According to the butt load of ads in the paper today, Mother's Day is coming. I don't think of it as a holiday for me, although somehow I managed to become a mother. I don't feel I'm very good at it, so I don't really embrace the holiday as my own.

And what about all the other people who aren't mothers, wives/girlfriends or whatever, don't they get their own holiday? Don't say Valentine's Day, cause that's crap. What about a day to celebrate your friend, who's a girl, who's just, really cool? I have tons of those and they deserve a day for themselves just like everyone else.

Happy...Day. I should make cards and send them out.
That would be hilarious.

Anyway, tell your girl**friends that they rock, today.
For no reason. It's just nice to hear.