Ummmm No Thank You

I just looked over today's Shopittome.com email. From Free People on tobi.com I found these pants:

I may just be a girl from the midwest and therefore some might say that I lack any sense of style beyond this season's Gap sweater. However, there is no way that you can refute the idea that the model wearing this pants has obviously taken some sort of front dump in her pants.

If this is where fashion is and thus where I should be going, I am going to make a run for the Gap instead.

Wowza

This Sunday, February 14, is Valentine's Day. Sunday, February 14 also marks five and half years of marriage for Nick and me. Five and a half years! That means we are nearly to the mark of six years of marriage (well duh!) and solidly not newlyweds any longer.

I still consider the two of us to be newlyweds. We're still young (well I am, Nick turned 30 last year). We don't have kids. We're adventurous and take risks like moving to California. I still feel like I did on my wedding day: Bright eyed and ready for the future. I just can't wrap my brain around the fact that this year will mark our sixth wedding anniversary.

Time has just flown by and I just cannot believe that we are nearly on the other side of half way to our ten year anniversary (when I'll be 32!!). As ready as I thought I was for future, would Bride 22 Year Old Jill ever thought that she would be living in California in 2010? I doubt it.

Speaking of age. I'll be 28 this year. I remember when Nick was 28 and I thought he was just soooo old. Twenty-eight. Yikes! That's me this year.




You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
You may find yourself in another part of the world
You may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
You may ask yourself: well... how did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground

You may ask yourself
How do I work this?
You may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
You may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
You may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground

Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...

Water dissolving... and water removing
There is water... at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water
Carry the water
Remove the water from the bottom of the ocean

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground

Into the blue again/into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground
Letting the days go by/into the silent water
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground

You may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
You may ask yourself
Where does that highway lead to?
You may ask yourself
Am I right?... Am I wrong?
You may say to yourself
My God!... what have I done?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground

Into the blue again/into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground
Letting the days go by/into the silent water
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground

Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was... Same as it ever was...

Time isn't holding us
Time isn't after us
Time isn't holding us
Time isn't holding us

Time isn't holding us
Time isn't after us
Time isn't holding us
[unknown line]

Letting the days go by...
Letting the days go by...
Letting the days go by...
Once in a lifetime...

Letting the days go by...
Letting the days go by...
Letting the days go by...
Once in a lifetime...

Talking Heads "Once in a Lifetime"

Update

Bored, depressed, uninspired, and lonely.

I just feel like I am stuck in first gear. Or perhaps not even in first. Just sitting here and spinning my wheels, not going anywhere at all.

Right now I am temping and that is great and all. It puts a few dollars in my pocket but it just feels so unsatisfying each day. Career wise I just feel like I am not moving towards anything. In interviews people ask where I want to be in a few years. How about where I want to be now? No one asks that.

Each day seems to run into each other. Each day this week I went to work, came home, ate a leftover ham and cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup, sat on the couch for a few hours watching tv, and then went to bed. Just a rinse and a repeat each day.

I miss having friends. I miss having stuff to look forward to. Events to go to. Things to plan for. People to see. Each week seems to be the same.

I try and plan events and things to do but everything seems scattered and unattainable.


Unattainable and blah.

Dreaming

I would go to Walt Disney World just for this cupcake.

Behold the...

Butterfinger Cupcake

Twice now, on two separate blogs, I have seen posts about this cupcake and twice now I have been forced to resist the urge to book a plane ticket to Orlando and run to Walt Disney World's Starring Rolls Bakery in Disney's Hollywood Studio for this utterly delicious looking cupcake.


Just by seeing these pictures I can almost smell Starring Rolls Bakery, hear the crowds as they move through the park, and taste all of that wonderful buttercream, chocolate cake, and butterfinger candy bar. Almost.

I am not sure why I choose to spend my time looking at awesome pictures of the (currently) culinary unattainable. I need to either get a job (and a lot of vacation hours) quick or stop looking at pictures nirvana inducing pastries.



Photo's courtesy of Cookie Madness and WDW Info.

Someone Is Going to Read That

For the last two weeks or so I have had a temp. job in where I am filing. Just filing. Nothing else. When filing for eight hours a day you begin to notice certain things.

• Paper makes your hands dry.
  
• The bottom two drawers of a filing cabinet are at a horrible height no matter how you try and position yourself.
• Sitting on the ground filing is never dignified.
• People get terminated from their jobs for some CrAzY reasons.
• People have no idea how to print.

Print Your Name:

What does that mean? It means PRINT!! Printing means that none of the letter touch. That there are no loops. There are no flourishes. Nothing. Ideally it should look like a typewriter print. It should not look like you spent all of fifth period sixth grade earth science perfecting just the best way to write your A's.

No.

When you print your name anyone should be able to read it. Printing your name does not mean that you, your wife, and your mommy can discern what chicken scratch you just composed. No! Printing your name means that ANYONE should be able to read it. Even Stevie Frickin' Wonder.

So remember the next time you are filling out a standardized form that some poor temp., working far too hard for far too little money, is going to be filing that form away sometime in the near future.

So please print your name so that I can read it.

Please.

They Call Me Lazarus

They Call Me Lazarus for this blog is being resurrected from the dead.

I hope that blogging will distract me from my terrible fate of mind numbing temp. jobs and seemingly despairing job search. Hopefully a bit of humor and joy will be here too.

I miss you all.

American Lion: Andrew Jackson in the White House

American Lion: Andrew Jackson in the White House
page 298-299

"...when the President's eyes met those of a 'handsome ... well dressed' young man, an unemployed house painter named Richard Lawrence.
Armed with two pistols, standing less than ten feet in front of Jackson, Lawrence raised the first gun and fired. The cap exploded by the powder did not light. Realizing the danger, Jackson charged his assailant, brandishing his walking stick. 'The explosion of the cap was so loud that many persons thought the pistol had fired,' said Benton. 'I heard it at the foot of the steps, far from the the place, and a great crowd in between.' Lawrence dropped the gun and produced a second pistol, but it too failed to fire. (In both cases the cap exploded but did not light the power necessary to discharge the bullet.)

Until that moment, Jackson had thought the assassin 'firm and resolved'; now Lawrence 'seemed to shrink' as the president pursued the assailant with his cane and a nearby navy lieutenant knocked Lawrence to the ground. (Jackson took no chances. "The President pressed after him until he saw he was secured," the Globe reported.)

The agitated Jackson was put into a carriage back to the White House. His life may have been save, in a way, by George Washington and by the weather. In those days there was an empty tomb in the midst of the Rotunda, dug from the floor down to the damp basement, which had been readied for Washington's remains. The first president's heirs, however, resisted moving Washington from Mount Vernon to the Capital, and so the large hole was unfilled, and it moistened the air in the Rotunda. That, added to the mistiness of the day, probably combided to dampen the powder in both guns. 'The pistols were examined, and found to be well loaded; and fired after wards without fail, carrying their bullets true, and driving them through inch boards at thirty feet,' Benton said. The odds of two guns failing under fire during the attack, it was later determined, were 125,000 to one.'

I love how Jackson charged his assailant with his walking stick after the first shot was attempted. Sixty-eight and charging would be assassins. Crazy.