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Saturday, September 15, 2007

Jane says "Are you ready for some football?"

Who would have thought you'd ever see Perry Farrell singing the theme song for ESPN's Saturday Night Football alongside Kelly Rowland and 50 Cent? Certainly not me, but there he was in Times Square at the Pontiac Garage.

I have nothing of substance to say, just a few ramblings.


New backyard neighbors stole my garbage can today. I shouted from my kitchen window (because I was still in my jammies and I'm kind of non-confrontational) but they just looked up at me and went back to dragging my can over to their apartment. I noticed that their can was already full, but that's not my problem. I'll just have to toss my trash into someone else's can on Thursday.

Ordered my dress for the fall fundraiser. It's purty but I'm worried about my tattoos showing. I can wear black hosiery to hide the leg tats but the back is going to be a problem. They just don't make cocktail dresses that cover your back. The dress I ordered comes with a sheer black shawl, but I'm worried that it won't cover them well enough. Maybe the combination of the wrap and my long hair will work just fine. I'm going to look for an darker wrap or a nice shrug just in case.

A big shout out to my fellow Hufflepuff, Mary C, who found the Snitch and won our house 150 points in the first round of Quidditch!! Team Hufflepuff is in the lead for the house cup. Woo Hoo. And to that end, here's a little sneak peak for my swap recipient. She's in Ravenclaw and prefers the book colors, as do I, but dang it's hard to find bronze yarn.


Did you hear about that oversized load that jammed up traffic on the 101 today? They were moving a pre-fab house and it got stuck under the Hollywood Boulevard overpass. Did you see the driver? He had an Irish brogue and I just wanted to pat him on the back and offer him a Guinness. Poor thing. It's pretty funny, though.

Don't you hate it when you come across one of those unnaturally gorgeous boys who are young enough to be your son and make you feel like a dirty old woman for having impure thoughts? Yeah, me too.

That's all. I'm off to bed. Tomorrow will be an action-packed thrill ride from beginning to end, I'm sure, as I will be doing laundry and dyeing my hair.

Friday, December 30, 2005

Happy Birthday Kathleen Marie Joan

Today is my beloved sister's birthday. My Katie. Beautiful, funny, talented, wonderful Katie.
My sister who left her crayons in my reach when I was three so I could draw a masterpiece on our bedroom wall in the middle of the night.
My sister who grudgingly got up every night to turn on the bathroom light for me because I a-scared of the dark.
My sister who would tell me happy things after I had a nightmare until I fell asleep.
My sister whose Cootie Face could send the bravest souls running for their mamas.
My sister who loves to play with my hair.
My sister would beg me to draw on her back until she fell asleep.
My sister who giggled in the dark with me until Mom would shout "GIRLS!".
My sister who cooked lunch for us every Saturday when Mom had to work.
My sister who was always on my side against "The Boys" (aka our brothers).
My sister who was infinitely cooler than me because she wore Candies with her school uniform until that beyotch who's name I can't remember fell down the stairs and got shoes with heels banned from our school.
My sister who still speaks to me even though I stretched out her sweaters, drew on her Barbies, borrowed her jeans without asking, never cleaned our room, cried ever time she trimmed my hair, and so many more little sister things.
My sister who is soooooo pretty and fashionable.
My sister who defended me when Don Bauer implied I wasn't pretty.
My sister who stopped Michael O'Neill from going farther up my thigh at Brenda's wedding.
My sister who picked ME to be her Maid of Honor.
My sister who made me the proud Aunt of three of the most gorgeous kids ever.
My sister who's not afraid to throw her head back in a good laugh.
My sister who gets my random references without having to have them explained.
My sister. My Katie. I love you more than words.
Happy Birthday!

Kate (left) and Me