So Jennifer has started calling me Agnes, because she can't type Ange, and she thinks it suits me as an "old" person (hmpf...that's 24 year olds for ya...) ...sometimes I get Michele because I guess I inherited some of my mom's appearance...sometimes Amanda or Andrea instead of Angela. But never, EVER Lisa.
Yes --"Lisa."
Today we were out car shopping. Well, actually truck shopping that turned into truck AND car shopping. Anyway, we went into pretty well all the dealerships, and at one particular one, we introduced ourselves to the saleman, and then went for a test drive.
As we were getting in, my husband whispers to me, "He thinks you're Lisa." I hadn't noticed yet, but sure enough, not once, but twice, on the test drive, he called me Lisa! I didn't have the heart to correct him because he was quite nice and courteous, and well, I wasn't going to buy that car anyway.
When we bought our current car, I started calling it Fanny. It just suits it. It started because we bought the same car as Auntie Faye. I didn't want to insult sweet Auntie Faye by naming my car after her, so I settled for Fanny. And it stuck.
When I signed my life away on the car I bought today (not with the Lisa salesman, but that had nothing to do with that), I decided it needed a suitable name too. Not too flashy, not too granny-ish. Something nice and normal. Maybe even sophisticated.
Like, maybe...Lisa.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
10 things you (maybe) didn't know about Jen
1. I copy good ideas from people and never give them credit if I don't think they'll find out.
2. I love haunted houses but hate being scared. I scream the whole way through one.
3. I love reliving the past with stupid movies like "Off to Grandma's House We Go" or "Double Double Toil and Trouble" or just story telling with Angela, or Erika and Krista (my BFF's)
4. Maya Angelou has incredible quotes that can cheer me up or give me new perspective
5. I can remember specific dates even when nothing in particular happened on them
6. When I moved out on my own I had to stop watching scary movies. I still can't watch them by my self.
7. I used to share my birthday with my Grandpa Hill. He was April 4 and I was April 5. That was the only thing I ever like sharing.
8. I can't get the pictures on my phone off. I'm still baffled to this day and my phone is 2 years old.
9. I have kissed more than one boy on the same night.
10. Equality and Justice are most important to me. So, it really pisses me off that Aboriginal people and Inmates are getting the H1N1 vaccine before the public who actually PAY the taxes.
**This was originally supposed to be 5 things, but I'm really really interesting!
2. I love haunted houses but hate being scared. I scream the whole way through one.
3. I love reliving the past with stupid movies like "Off to Grandma's House We Go" or "Double Double Toil and Trouble" or just story telling with Angela, or Erika and Krista (my BFF's)
4. Maya Angelou has incredible quotes that can cheer me up or give me new perspective
5. I can remember specific dates even when nothing in particular happened on them
6. When I moved out on my own I had to stop watching scary movies. I still can't watch them by my self.
7. I used to share my birthday with my Grandpa Hill. He was April 4 and I was April 5. That was the only thing I ever like sharing.
8. I can't get the pictures on my phone off. I'm still baffled to this day and my phone is 2 years old.
9. I have kissed more than one boy on the same night.
10. Equality and Justice are most important to me. So, it really pisses me off that Aboriginal people and Inmates are getting the H1N1 vaccine before the public who actually PAY the taxes.
**This was originally supposed to be 5 things, but I'm really really interesting!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Zeke
I realize I talk about Zeke in our 'About Us' profile, but I don't blog about him nearly enough. Here's my latest favorite picture.Organizer Ange
Wow! We have passed the 100th blog! I can't believe we have found that much to say. Well, actually I can. We can both talk alot, and blogs are free --except the cost of computers and the internet, of course.
Since we're talking about superpowers, the other half of Encyclopedia Jen would be Organizer Ange. It's a gift. I have had it since birth. I thought for a long time that all people had perfectly organized things, but I found out at about age 7 or 8 going over to Bonnie's and Gaylene's to play that this was not true (no offense - your houses were fun, they just weren't organized).
So what does that mean?
My CDs are alphabetical.
My scrapbook paper is separated into the ROY G BIV color scheme.
My photos are all in albums or scrapbooks, chronologically.
My clothes (and Grants) are hung up short-sleeved, long-sleeved, t-shirts, dress shirts, darkest to lightest in each section.
Papers and bills are read, dealt with and put into my alphabetical filing cabinet - one drawer for me, one drawer for Grant. Or, they go into the recycle bin in the kitchen or office.
Everything I have to do is written in a daytimer, and/or added to the kitchen calendar and/or added to my work BlackBerry.
I sort, label, categorize and organize EVERYTHING. I am not sure if this is a superpower or an illness that would make for a good episode of an A&E reality show.
Since we're talking about superpowers, the other half of Encyclopedia Jen would be Organizer Ange. It's a gift. I have had it since birth. I thought for a long time that all people had perfectly organized things, but I found out at about age 7 or 8 going over to Bonnie's and Gaylene's to play that this was not true (no offense - your houses were fun, they just weren't organized).
So what does that mean?
My CDs are alphabetical.
My scrapbook paper is separated into the ROY G BIV color scheme.
My photos are all in albums or scrapbooks, chronologically.
My clothes (and Grants) are hung up short-sleeved, long-sleeved, t-shirts, dress shirts, darkest to lightest in each section.
Papers and bills are read, dealt with and put into my alphabetical filing cabinet - one drawer for me, one drawer for Grant. Or, they go into the recycle bin in the kitchen or office.
Everything I have to do is written in a daytimer, and/or added to the kitchen calendar and/or added to my work BlackBerry.
I sort, label, categorize and organize EVERYTHING. I am not sure if this is a superpower or an illness that would make for a good episode of an A&E reality show.
Encyclopedia Jen
Yeah, the title, that's what my super hero name would be.
The retrieval system in my brain works really really well and coupled with my photographic memory, I pretty much know everything. And if I don't, I can fake it unbelievably well.
This is a great super power. I can recall details from the 1929 Famous 5 "Person's Case", the Universal Declaration of BullShit this and Legal Policy Tort law-that, The history of Britney Spears, Reba, Lindsanity Lohan and, of course, every Halloween costume I've worn since birth.
But like all super powers, there's always a downside. People constantly ask me stuff. All the time, non stop, and it's so inconvenient, especially since I'm becoming an Ogre.
Can people not see, I'm busy and working on one of the hundred essays I have due??
Are they so consumed with their selfish questions that I can't have 5 minutes interrupted??
When I don't look at you or initiate conversation, that means that maybe I want some "quiet time". If I say "Hi "and then turn back to my work, it's because I want to work!!!!
What classes are you taking next semester? Do they offer Human Development, SW 420 here? When does the H1N1 vaccine come out? What are the qualifications for Pogey? What's that movie called with that voice? What are you being for Halloween? How do make a dirty hooker? What's the box number for the Journal?
I'm taking NS 101, SW 347, SW 421, SW 417. I don't work here, so I don't know if SW 420 is offered. There is no set date yet for the vaccinations and I'm not a health care provider, so I only know what's on the news. I don't work for EI, so I don't know if you can get pogey. That movie is House Bunny. I'm being a Mini Wheat for Halloween. 1/2 red sour puss, 1/2 creme de banane. Box 1300.
Okay, anything else you need to know?
The retrieval system in my brain works really really well and coupled with my photographic memory, I pretty much know everything. And if I don't, I can fake it unbelievably well.
This is a great super power. I can recall details from the 1929 Famous 5 "Person's Case", the Universal Declaration of BullShit this and Legal Policy Tort law-that, The history of Britney Spears, Reba, Lindsanity Lohan and, of course, every Halloween costume I've worn since birth.
But like all super powers, there's always a downside. People constantly ask me stuff. All the time, non stop, and it's so inconvenient, especially since I'm becoming an Ogre.
Can people not see, I'm busy and working on one of the hundred essays I have due??
Are they so consumed with their selfish questions that I can't have 5 minutes interrupted??
When I don't look at you or initiate conversation, that means that maybe I want some "quiet time". If I say "Hi "and then turn back to my work, it's because I want to work!!!!
What classes are you taking next semester? Do they offer Human Development, SW 420 here? When does the H1N1 vaccine come out? What are the qualifications for Pogey? What's that movie called with that voice? What are you being for Halloween? How do make a dirty hooker? What's the box number for the Journal?
I'm taking NS 101, SW 347, SW 421, SW 417. I don't work here, so I don't know if SW 420 is offered. There is no set date yet for the vaccinations and I'm not a health care provider, so I only know what's on the news. I don't work for EI, so I don't know if you can get pogey. That movie is House Bunny. I'm being a Mini Wheat for Halloween. 1/2 red sour puss, 1/2 creme de banane. Box 1300.
Okay, anything else you need to know?
#100
This our 100th Post!
Wow, it's been quite a year. And reflecting on past posts, I'm so happy my sister created this blog for us. I know I'm too lazy to have ever started this, and now it's Ange who seems to be less inspired to write new blogs... HINT HINT.
Thank to our 2 readers - Mom and Heather (aka the Gayle to our Oprah). We love your feedback!
Stay Tuned for more Rants, Lists and Stories!!
Wow, it's been quite a year. And reflecting on past posts, I'm so happy my sister created this blog for us. I know I'm too lazy to have ever started this, and now it's Ange who seems to be less inspired to write new blogs... HINT HINT.
Thank to our 2 readers - Mom and Heather (aka the Gayle to our Oprah). We love your feedback!
Stay Tuned for more Rants, Lists and Stories!!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Wanted: Someone to live with
I think I could live with anyone. I am a very clean person. I'm happy, easy going and tend to be very independent. I spend most of my time with the Staff of Seattle Grace hospital and my friends on Wisteria Lane. I also have a lot of nice things that I could possibly let you use, if I deem you responsible enough (ex. SlapChop and Graty).
What I can't live with are everyone's friggin' mental disorders. I don't want to live with all the voices in your head!!
For a little while, I can repeat my mantra to my self "They can't help it, they are mentally challenged. It's not their fault, it's the disease talking". I've tested this tactic, and after 6 months, it runs out.
I need a roomie who doesn't have any mental or emotional health problems.
If you fit this description, please email me.
What I can't live with are everyone's friggin' mental disorders. I don't want to live with all the voices in your head!!
For a little while, I can repeat my mantra to my self "They can't help it, they are mentally challenged. It's not their fault, it's the disease talking". I've tested this tactic, and after 6 months, it runs out.
I need a roomie who doesn't have any mental or emotional health problems.
If you fit this description, please email me.
Quick Question --
Do you still have to repay your loans when you're in jail?
I'm scared to research this because on a bad day, this answer could push me over the edge.
I worked in a bank for two years, you think I'd know. I have tens of thousands of dollars of debt, and next to no income.
So jail, getting my sweet revenge against the rampantly stupid, could have an upside. I don't have to clean a big house. I don't have to live with any gross boys. I get meals provided. I don't have to pay rent.
Really, I just have to worry about the jail yard throwdown to earn my ranks. And bitch better step off 'cuz I have been know to create mental warfare.
So now the big question -- What should my crime be??
I don't have any priors, I could probably commit a few crimes before I have to serve time...
**Please note, I am not a criminal and do not seriously plan to become one. But if you rat on me, I will mess you up. Got it?**
I'm scared to research this because on a bad day, this answer could push me over the edge.
I worked in a bank for two years, you think I'd know. I have tens of thousands of dollars of debt, and next to no income.
So jail, getting my sweet revenge against the rampantly stupid, could have an upside. I don't have to clean a big house. I don't have to live with any gross boys. I get meals provided. I don't have to pay rent.
Really, I just have to worry about the jail yard throwdown to earn my ranks. And bitch better step off 'cuz I have been know to create mental warfare.
So now the big question -- What should my crime be??
I don't have any priors, I could probably commit a few crimes before I have to serve time...
**Please note, I am not a criminal and do not seriously plan to become one. But if you rat on me, I will mess you up. Got it?**
Monday, October 5, 2009
If I Was On Intervention...
...it would be because I am addicted to sugar.
I can't get enough.
I even use it's related cousins: glucose, fructose, and corn syrup.
Yup, I think it started at a young age when Grandma Nelson had the candy drawer. I think really it was just the drawer she threw gum and other junk in, but to me it was definitely the candy drawer. Even now, she always has candies of some kind on the table. And Grandpa Hill always gave me Juicy Fruit gum. I mean, c'mon, that's just sugar in a stick!
Today was a pretty good day actually. I only had sugar in my coffee, a butter tart, and brown sugar fudge from the craft fair. But that's because I am buying groceries tomorrow and I will stock up on my supply of chocolate and gummy-sugary jujubes of some sort, and I will have to eat that last piece of rhubarb crisp too.
I'm Angela. A-N-G-E-L-A.
I'm addicted to sugar.
I would snort it, shoot it, and smoke it, but mainly I just eat it everyday.
I can't get enough.
I even use it's related cousins: glucose, fructose, and corn syrup.
Yup, I think it started at a young age when Grandma Nelson had the candy drawer. I think really it was just the drawer she threw gum and other junk in, but to me it was definitely the candy drawer. Even now, she always has candies of some kind on the table. And Grandpa Hill always gave me Juicy Fruit gum. I mean, c'mon, that's just sugar in a stick!
Today was a pretty good day actually. I only had sugar in my coffee, a butter tart, and brown sugar fudge from the craft fair. But that's because I am buying groceries tomorrow and I will stock up on my supply of chocolate and gummy-sugary jujubes of some sort, and I will have to eat that last piece of rhubarb crisp too.
I'm Angela. A-N-G-E-L-A.
I'm addicted to sugar.
I would snort it, shoot it, and smoke it, but mainly I just eat it everyday.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Wanted: Mental Health Therapist.
Okay, for the past week I've been getting phone calls from random friends. And I don't always feel its mandatory to answer them.
I think I'm kinda becoming introverted. Which isn't really like me. I have a very bubbly, happy personality.
Why am I becoming introverted?? Because it's too much damn work to be nice to people and try and force conversation. I'd rather not put forth the effort.
So instead of having to be nice, I'm lazy and don't answer the phone. I don't want to resent my friends because they called, I felt obligated to answer it and it pissed me off.
I'd actually like it if I wasn't interrupted at all. Send a text or an email and I'll deal with it in my own sweet time when I feel like it, ok?!
I think I'm kinda becoming introverted. Which isn't really like me. I have a very bubbly, happy personality.
Why am I becoming introverted?? Because it's too much damn work to be nice to people and try and force conversation. I'd rather not put forth the effort.
So instead of having to be nice, I'm lazy and don't answer the phone. I don't want to resent my friends because they called, I felt obligated to answer it and it pissed me off.
I'd actually like it if I wasn't interrupted at all. Send a text or an email and I'll deal with it in my own sweet time when I feel like it, ok?!
If I was on Intervention...
it would be because I'm a gossip whore.
I can't get enough celebrity gossip.
I once mistakenly refered to a conversation between Madonna and Oprah as "I was just talking with someone about that". No, I hadn't it, I saw it on Oprah...
I love Perez. I think he and I could be best friends. He's mean out of truthfulness, like me. He's honest, like me. He's funny, like me. We both stand up for what we believe in. We could totally be besties.
If you add in a little TMZ and people magazine, you get what the first hour of my day looks like. I'm a complete know it all in regards to Britney, Lindsay, Jon and Kate, and pretty much everyone else.
I'm Jennifer. J E N N I F E R and I'm addicted to gossip. I would snort it, shoot it, smoke it and swallow it up everyday, but luckily, I can save my nostrils, veins, throat and stomach 'cuz I can just read it.
I can't get enough celebrity gossip.
I once mistakenly refered to a conversation between Madonna and Oprah as "I was just talking with someone about that". No, I hadn't it, I saw it on Oprah...
I love Perez. I think he and I could be best friends. He's mean out of truthfulness, like me. He's honest, like me. He's funny, like me. We both stand up for what we believe in. We could totally be besties.
If you add in a little TMZ and people magazine, you get what the first hour of my day looks like. I'm a complete know it all in regards to Britney, Lindsay, Jon and Kate, and pretty much everyone else.
I'm Jennifer. J E N N I F E R and I'm addicted to gossip. I would snort it, shoot it, smoke it and swallow it up everyday, but luckily, I can save my nostrils, veins, throat and stomach 'cuz I can just read it.
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