My mother sent me this quote the other day. Hope you ladies get a good chuckle like I did!
"Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut the bitch up with cookies."
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
I just found something I wanted to share from an old website of mine. I had 5 of my favorite things listed -- random, I know -- but one I had forgotten just how much I loved.
Click here to view the Trinket Maker
This is a beautiful little film for the hopeless romantics. Or for the aspiring film makers. Oh just watch it, and be sure to turn up the volume. Even my little nephew loves it. When he first started getting haircuts, this was the only thing that would take his attention away and keep him from screaming and bucking with the scissors so close to his head. (Which to me seems a pretty reasonable thing to scream about.)
Ramblings by Jill at 6:36 AM
Thursday, November 10, 2005
When I was younger, I used to fantasize about people living in my family's attic. I guess this is right along the lines of believing your stuffed animals held conversations and danced around when you were out of your room. (Which I still sometimes wonder about...)
Most kids would be terrified by this idea, but I was obsessed about it for a little while, thinking maybe this homeless man lived in my attic where all my old clothes, toys, and our Christmas tree rested. It would be hot up there in the summers, and with us home from school during the day with my school teacher mother, how would he be able to come down and take a break from the heat? Surely he would pass out during the noon hour. Of course he would have plenty of clothing to snuggle in when the winters came, but our winters never really call for heavy coats anyway.
And what did he do up there all day anyway? What grown man plays with kids old toys? Then I'd remember that my parents had encyclopedias up there. With all that knowledge, why didn't he just go out and impress some bigwig and get a job, then he wouldn't have to live in my attic anymore. But I really didn't mind...
The point of this rambling -- I had the most restless night last night. I woke up once and heard this fast walking coming from above. Ever wake up but your eyes are still closed? I tend to do that often and its kinda freaky. (Now I got you thinking about whether you have or not, right?) Anyway, I was suddenly displaced and back at my parents house and that was the first thing I thought of. If there were a man living in my attic when I was younger, that's exactly what it would sound like.
Ramblings by Jill at 10:53 AM
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Lola, Big Daddy and J went to our favorite hot spot, the Inferno, for drinks and dancing. We brought our friend Cane back with us before crashing for the night.
I would think it's obvious what I was dressed as for Halloween, but I can't tell you how many people asked if I was a flasher. Do I look like a flasher?? I think not. By the way, that's NOT my cigarette! Kids, smoking is bad. This photo was taken out of peer pressure to look like the olden day detectives, you know, the ones lighting cigs in dark alleys?
And that's my friend MD dressed as the Crow (in case you didn't see the movie). Hot pants...
Ramblings by Jill at 6:49 AM