Wednesday, November 3, 2010


I totally have a new blog, my three remaining followers!
This one got abandoned when the feces hit the fan of my life earlier this year, and I don't want to delete it because candy and magic is too cool to delete.
Go to to see what's up now.
J-Bird, the phoenix rising from the ashes of a bunch of bullshit.  Ha ha ha!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Too cool.

I know now that if I ever need to be intensely cool, I just need to shop in the "apartment" section of Urban Outfitters. (They have no clothes for my fat ass. But iPod accessories and fair trade blankets are like cough drops for the soul. If your soul is coughing.)

Come on, Urban Outfitters. If you get cooler stuff, the people that made Juno will (probably not) sue you for copyright infringement on that probably-not-actually-copywrited hipster coolness. I'll bet they have a hamburger phone at Urban Outfitters online. I myself could not get past the iPod accessories and cabbage rose quilt.

Also want this. The one with the bear, not the one with the roller skates.

You got me this time, suckers.


I've been challenged (invited?...disinterestedly mentioned to?) to do a thing where I pick some songs and say what's awesome about them over on a friend on facebook...not by someone that could pay me or anything. It's quasi-serious business because he was all professional about it, and I feel compelled to match that.

I never back down from a challenge! Except for that time where I've pretty much always backed down from all challenges ever because challenge implies effort and that means less watching old episodes of Lost and more standing up or doing things.

I'm going to do the music thing. Also I wrote myself a very professional-looking newsletter about my own life, in the interest of documenting the most trying year I've ever had. I also still haven't finished all of the embroidery I was doing for Christmas which kind-of happened three weeks ago.

I'm challenging myself to get at least two boxes of stuff together for Appalachia, which is where you send your coats and shoes and silverware and school supplies if you don't actually need them, because the people in Appalachia really need them. If you're in Maryland and you want to give those things to them, let me know and I will hook you up.

Challenges abound in my own personal hostile environment. I have to do something because I've been sick for days and have been using that as a passport to a magical land of doing nothing but sitting on the couch, playing chef games on facebook and torturing my dog to pay attention to me and not drink my tea. Valuable hours I could have been using to decide which dishes they need in Appalachia, and which coats are too ridiculous to send (answer: no coat is too ridiculous when you are frozen, also, it might be cool to be the b-hole that donated the ridiculous coat).

In summary, I have been challenged to do a fake thing, I have challenged myself to a real thing, I am domestically challenged, and also I have a mean cold. I have to do a thing because I have spent several days not doing anything.

I found this picture on the internet, and I don't know who it is, or what you can actually see through the hole in the crotch of the pants, but it's a little bit of magic for you on a Tuesday afternoon, and just goes to show that you can always rise to a challenge:

It's go time.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

It's beginning to look a lot like...

Snow dog whaaaat

...well, Christmas, obviously, because it snowed twenty-one inches and people are fist fighting over parking spaces at the I've heard, because my social anxiety and mallphobia don't allow me in malls or discount clubs during this time of year.

...I will never finish all of the sewing projects I intended to do for gifts. I've been working like a madwoman every minute that I'm not at the office. Who knew cross stitch was so time consuming? Also, there's no way a gift will get out to Utah at this point, which pretty much makes me a delinquent daughter. I guess it will have to be a New Year's present!

...I should have gotten an egg roll with my lo mein lunch.

...this could be the last Christmas for some of my very elderly Great Aunts, so it's good that I'll get to see them. I will take them poinsettias and chrusciki (which I will be buying at the store) even though I was told not to bring gifts because flowers and food don't really count and you can't show up at your Great Aunt's house empty-handed.

...Did I mention the whole sewing thing? Because I actually dreamed about sewing last night. I should have gone to bed with my needle and thread because I might have finished something.

...I'm going to extremely miss my parents this year. It's our first year apart on Christmas. I won't know what to do with myself. I do get to go hug my developmentally disabled and mentally ill friends at the Arundel Lodge on Christmas morning, so that will be uplifting.

While you're out shopping frantically tonight, I will be home sewing frantically tonight. Once I'm done with the cross stitch I have some embroidery to finish, then more cross stitching and some bead embroidery (if I can find my giant box of beads and special floss which -hello- could only be in one of three rooms in my house and doesn't appear to be in any of them. Theory: gnomes? fairies? the notorious breaking-and-entering-bead-eating bats of Pasadena, Maryland? No, dang it. The bats are only out in the summer. Maybe I am just a huge dumbass. I never lost huge boxes of seed beads and Nymo-D when I used to drink regularly.)

Hopefully I'll get more done than I think I can, and I'll put up some pictures once everyone has their gifts. Not that anybody reads this, let alone anybody I know, know. Just in case.

Friday, December 18, 2009

This beef jerky is nasty

I just got some beef jerky from Ollie's for $1.99 (Pioneer Brand - Rip Into It).

It tastes like jalapeno soap (or what I would imagine jalapeno soap would taste like).

The texture is pleasant, though.

I will continue to eat it in the name of science.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Little Chocolate Mint Vixens.

Someone (who obviously doesn't appropriately assign value to the things in their life) has left half of a sleeve of Thin Mints unattended in the kitchen of my office. This means, in the terms of my office, that they are fair game.

I had enviable self control yesterday and I DID NOT TOUCH THEM.

Today, they are still there. Minus three that are now all in my teeth. Maybe four in a minute.

Who leaves Thin Mints just lying around seductively this is a place of work for crying out loud.

I'll be right back, I'm going to the kitchen for get a napkin...yes.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What did your fake boyfriend get you for your birthday?

...In which I explain to my friend in an email how he became the romantic rival of a sixty-something-year-old developmentally disabled dude, just in case he ever thought things couldn't get weirder.

Let me set up a little background for you:

One of the agents I work with has a friend whose uncle is developmentally disabled. At some point in time several years ago, the agent took the uncle under her wing. She started bringing him into the office on Wednesday afternoons when she was picking up her mail. This is how I met him.

His name is Tom*. He's in his sixties. He can hardly hear anything so he has to look directly at you to understand what you're saying. He yells everything because he can't hear and he's a little garbled and difficult to understand. If he's 5'2" I would be surprised.

He's got a mind like a steel trap.

At my office Christmas party last week (no "holiday" party for us because we are all Christian, obviously) Tom tried to ask me out on a date. For real. I floundered a little bit, because I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I didn't know what to say. When I didn't answer right away, he asked if I have a boyfriend. I said "YESSS".

"What's his name?"
"What's your boyfriend's name?"
"Hold on, somebody is calling me."

Half an hour later...

"So, what's your boyfriend's name?"
"How's your sister doing?"
"What's your boyfriend's name?"
"Oh. Is he older than you?"
"How old is he?"
"Where does he work?"
"For the government."
"What does he do?"
"Where does he live?"
" Maryland."
"Does he take you out?"
"Does he drive?"
"(head down, dejected) Oh....does he love you?"
"Not really, hey! look they are putting out more shrimp I know you like those why don't you go get some before you figure out that I am pulling your leg and treating you like you are neither an adult nor a human being by lying to you in an attempt to spare your feelings."

Because Tom might love me more than my fake boyfriend, but the one thing he could never do is drive me somewhere, and that's what all the girls really want.

He has been asking me about my birthday for a few months now, always carefully remembering that it's December 15th. The day arrived Tom.

I was having a weird time coping with turning thirty in any case, so it wouldn't have been the best time for me to deal with fighting to not let Tom kiss me on the mouth. I have to give the dude credit, it's not for lack of trying.

Cut to today...

I am in the kitchen at work, making some shitty chicken nuggets in the microwave way after lunch time because I got busy at lunch time and no-one was here to remind me to stop what I was doing and eat something. Around the corner comes Tom. Surprise!

Tom has beautiful yellow roses for me for my birthday. He tells me that he didn't forget my birthday, NO SIR.

The first thing out of Tom's mouth after I sit back down in my office:

"What did your boyfriend get you?"

At this point I have completely forgotten that I have a fake boyfriend for Tom's benefit. Clearly, Tom has not.


"Uh...We went out to dinner."
"Oh. What did he get you?"
"He should have got you a diamond ring."
"I got you flowers."
"You sure did."
"So what did you do last night?"
"Went out to dinner."
"What did your boyfriend get you for your birthday?"
"Nothing yet."

Tom got a very smug look of satisfaction on his face. He quizzed me to make sure I would answer the same, and both times I did; my fake boyfriend got me nothing.
He trumped my boyfriend by getting me fake boyfriend made up for the sole purpose of deflecting Tom's advances.

I just thought I'd share that with you, in case you didn't have enough Christmas spirit and you needed an uplifting holiday story involving me, a developmentally disabled guy and my fake boyfriend with your name and easy-to-recall details.

None of this is meant to skeeve you out, and I've never pretended that you were my boyfriend in any other context except for to get free things (which has never actually happened, but in case that ever comes up I just thought I should let you know that I would sell you out for something free like a cocktail wiener on a toothpick or an iPod or those socks with the toes and I HATE the socks with the toes, but hey, free).

I will probably put this on my blog after I change everybody's names because who else would do some crazy and inappropriate shit like this except for me? One day I'll be famous, and your name in my story will be changed to Doctor Cowboy Andrew Jackson and Tom*'s name will be changed to Tom Cruise, Jr. or maybe [redacted for it's closeness to Tom's actual name, this fake Tom not to be confused with real Tom who is my friend's roommate and has nothing to do with this story, what up, real Tom?].

The End.

*Names changed to protect the identity of anyone who may or may not be embarrassed.