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Jane & Jo: Two women, two lives and a friendship



This blog is sort of a commentary on life ... from two perspectives. Best friends and room mates through college, these two 23 year olds are simply sharing life twists, hashing it out together discussing future, life, school, friendships, and family as al



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“It’s so hard to say goodbye

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 09:52:00 +0000

...to yesterday." A good song...actually for some reason high school graduations and desperately awkward middle school dances come to mind when I hear that song. Let's give it (for my sake as well as yours) new meaning. We are saying goodbye, Jane and I...well not really goodbye per se, but more like, "see you around." This is our last blog entry together and for a while. I am going to have my baby soon and Jane may be leaving the country for some time. Thank you dearest readers (my dad, Jane's dad), for tuning in to the lives and Jane and Jo. Jane I believe is laying her pen to rest in terms of blogging, but I hope to be back-maybe with a new topic after baby. Any suggestions? Thanks and love to all!



Yardsticks

Thu, 19 Apr 2007 05:02:00 +0000

...actually maybe the title of this blog should be Yard(stinks). The new thing on my block is, now that the weather is starting to turn, is: the yard. Namely how does mine look after the snow, sleet, rain, and about a thousand pees from my pooch this last winter? The answer is: not good, my friends, not good indeed. All of my neighbors are now in that stage (including us) where we step out of the proverbial cave and assess the damage as well as eye all the yards around us. Eyeing the other yards is key...how much work do we have compared to everyone else-who was a good neighbor and really paid attention to what plants wouldn't die after two weeks in just top soil? Let's just say, me and hub have resoundingly failed that test. No matter, we will learn from our mistakes as new homeowners...at least for next year. Right now, we have some damage control to do....and fast or our REALLY conscientious next door neighbor (who I swear has gardening gloves sown on to her hands) will stage a rev



Crossroads

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 06:52:00 +0000

Yes, I know what you're thinking and it's ok, because I'm sure most everybody agrees with you. The movie, "Crossroads" with a pre-wig-wearing, rehabbed Britney Spears blew the BIG one, but there is certainly something to the title and theme of the movie I'm finding most relevant lately. That being? My friends and I are ALL at the point in life where we are all truly at a crossroads; major life turning points if you will. From what I gather, this is the state we'll be in for the entirety of our 20's, right? Shoot. We've got a long row to hoe then... However, taking a look on the positive side: it's a chance for reflection, a window into what we really want, AND best of all-choices! I, for one, am having my first little one-maybe my LAST depending on how this labor thing goes;) One friend is considering extended travel to destinations unknown, two others preparing for their weddings/upcoming marriages. Two more are taking second looks at graduate school and their current careers-to make



The bathroom creeper

Wed, 04 Apr 2007 09:47:00 +0000

This will be short (not unlike my new nemesis at work)-I have discovered a new thing that annoys even the most sane people, not to mention those who are literally insane with hormones, while at the old 9 to 5er. The dreaded bathroom creeper...do you work with this person? This is the guy/woman at work who for some unknown and terrible reason happens to go to the bathroom at the exact same times you do. Without fail this person is always on their way to bathroom or stall next to you and the more annoying of this species will try to engage you in some type of personal conversation while in the next stall OR right as you both exit said area. Do these types of people have no boundaries or is it me?



Misery loves company

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 09:54:00 +0000

I have been making fun of Jane for about 5 or 6 years or pretty much ever since I've known her about her incredible AWFUL immune system. It's a joke. I've never seen a relatively healthy 24 year old come down with so many rare ailments, colds, flues, etc. Just by far one of the worst I've ever seen. Sorry Jane, but you know it's the truth. However, I am paying for this harassment now. I have quickly figured out prenatal vitamins don't protect mom from anything like a killer cold, they just protect baby from ME. I haven't been sick in like a good two years. Sailing through my college graduation, new jobs, my wedding, and marriage with out so much as a sniffle. My haughty attitude was cut short last night at 3 AM propped upright on a mountain of pillows sitting (in the dark) while hubs and dog snored soundly. Weighing options: Can't turn on a light or the TV, because I married a light sleeper. Shoot. Can't breath lying down so sleep is out. Can't walk downstairs to lay on the couch...ok



“Always a bridesmaid…

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 07:28:00 +0000

...Never a bride" is that how the saying goes right? Well...I have officially TRUMPED this colloquialism! Out of the majority of my peers, especially my close girlfriends: I jumped the gun and got married at the ripe old age of 22. Which would be almost laughable if you knew me at 18, but whatever...you never know what LOVE will do to you or who/when you meet someone on life's path? Since that time, I have been in and will be in a plethora of weddings-3 last year; 2 (so far) this year. Not to mention the 5 other weddings of good friends that I (nor my husband) will be in, but must and most gratefully attend. This is the time in life where it seems a good number of our friends are saying their "I do's." That having been established-what does a bridesmaid fear most? You guessed it! A HORRID dress. One that when you look at it...you KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt you will look like a balloon animal when stuffed into it. Fortunately for ME AND Jane, we have friends with taste. Thank you



Not a good sign

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 06:19:00 +0000

Babies, babies, babies...being born on Interstate 5! What is it with this phenomenon? Are people just not planning ahead or is there a bigger underlying traffic issue here? There have been like 4 or 5 stories about these roadside rug rats in the PI and really all I can figure out is the common denominator: these people are attempting to get into the city of Seattle during morning rush hour. It just is not happening no matter if you are in labor or not. Anyone who has tried to make it to an 8, 9, or 10 o'clock meeting in the city from anywhere outside it knows EXACTLY what I'm saying. Side note: these are TERRIFYING stories for first time pregnant ladies (me) who REALLY want an epidural. Thank goodness I'm not going to Swedish; however, it's an excellent reminder to give myself as much time as possible!



wow! sorry…

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 04:05:00 +0000

It's been quite a while-bad blogger, bad. I've been out of town and getting ready for baby! 3 months and counting until my body is (maybe?) my own again...or at the very least I'll be able to sleep on my stomach. I miss those days! Well now I'm back, and what has brought me back with such full force you may ask? Remember said co-worker who makes certain comments to other certain co-workers (me) like "You look tired today?" WELL...He's back and with full vengeance so now I'm back. Get this-I'm 6 mo prego and most days I look like something the cat drug in. (Please see Happily Even After's blog "Dirty Girls Unite" Umm...like I told her. That's me totally. However, I will admit to looking like I can at least pass inspection for a work day. Today is different. I get up, shower, straighten my hair, do my make up, and dress up (as much as gaucho pants can be considered "dress up"...it's all I got these days). And lo and behold, who comes up to me at 8:15 today and says, "You look sleepy tod



3 things…

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 03:10:00 +0000

... I was not prepared for during pregnancy: 1. Random strangers touching/rubbing my protruding belly at the Safeway near my house. Hmm: question to those of you who do this (may it be involuntary or not): How would you like it if I patted your belly or head because I thought it was cute? YOU'D think I was nuts! I don't mind this type of love from hubs and friends or people who KNOW me, but come on-strangers? 2. EVERY able bodied female (and sometimes males) within a 10 mile radius of me offering unsolicited advice about caring for an infant. *Side note: I actually appreciate some of this advice and honestly I don't mind if that keeps on coming...in smaller doses. 3. All out staring at my belly at the gym. Questioning eyes looking at it and then looking at my face asking the question: "Why are you here?" Answer: Exercise helps me sleep and I care about my sleep a lot more these days since soon it will be a precious commodity. Plus, it seems that's the only way to sort-of get it while



Oscar-mania!

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 10:25:00 +0000

I LOVE the Oscars...but mostly for the girly superfical reasons and many other ladies do! I mean the dresses (who's wearing what?), the hairstyles (who knew horse manes were back in?), and of course who came with who. I love it all. Highlights: Penelope Cruz's dress-heavenly! Ellen's comfortable humor. The Dreamgirls songs. And lastly that FINALLY Martin Scorsese won for best director. However, one big bright spot that I wasn't expecting was the song done by Will Ferrell and Jack Black...hilarious actually. Any time there's a someone who threatens to break another nominee's hip I pay attention. Lowlights: Kate Winslet's dress combo with old lady clip on gold earrings, yuck. Al Gore, and mainly just because of his tired, "My fellow Americans" joke.



That was SO sick.

Thu, 22 Feb 2007 08:31:00 +0000

Last night like a good little wife, I loaded the dish washer after dinner. I went to put the Cascade in the little dispenser its meant for and (shoot!) put it in the wrong one. So I scooped it into the correct latch and washed off the spoon. I put the spoon in the sink and forgot about it. So (of course) this morning I'm late. I made my favorite Kona coffee-the good stuff. I grabbed the spoon from last night to mix the coffee and french vanilla creamer. Mix, mix, mix on my merry little way...or so I thought. I went to lick said spoon and there was suddenly this nasty taste in my mouth. YUCK! Like the most bitter dirt-slash-stinging taste ever known to my taste buds. Turns out I didn't wash all the Cascade off my spoon and had taken a huge mouthful of it...oh and mixed it into my ill-fated coffee. Oh the joy. P.S. My mouth STILL tastes like it at 2:27 P.M.



Crazy R US

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:31:00 +0000

Did anyone (fellow female readers) see that article today about psycho chicks? Hilarious and totally true of our gender...I love how the author, Diane Mapes, mentions that none of us is completely safe from tipping over the edge of relationship insanity! The horror stories I've seen and heard from some of my friends are simply amazing...one friend actually saw his crazy girlfriend drive up to a situation where he was talking with another female friend of ours, get out of the car and literally physically attack him for no reason. WTH? This same person then hid in his apartment in the DARK to apologize 3 hours later. Here's a clue-run! However, having been there myself on a few occasion, I would say Diane is right....It DOES seem no lady is safe! There's a point at which all of us (if we cared enough) could freak. Am I right? I hesitate to say this, but I don't even know how I'd react in a situation where I was left out in the cold in some sordid love triangle. I can safely say I don't



Dinner Parties the New Kegger?

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 03:39:00 +0000

Maybe... Recently (this last weekend) I had a dinner party with some friends; a party where I cooked, hosted, and generally played adult. And...How much fun! When I was little, I always thought dinner parties were lame and or only something my parents did. I thought: how much MORE fun is a huge party with lots of random people there and some sordid, hilarious happenings occurring? Generally speaking, I have been to my share of those shin digs and still go to some from time to time and while I am done with doing that EVERY weekend, part of me still thinks...if something at least sort of funny happens or I see someone who I haven't seen in forever then they are worth it. However, after having my first REAL dinner party-I can see why they are so enticing. Good food, intimate and hilarious conversations (as opposed to say scooping up an intoxicated friend and dropping them off in bed-which can be intimate and hilarious for a whole host of other reasons). So I ask you-does growing up mean



the ends of the earth

Sun, 11 Feb 2007 05:40:00 +0000

this whole week I have been at the edge of the world... My work sent me to Dutch Harbor, one of the tiny islands that make up the Aleutian chain in the Bearing Sea. What a place. There really isn't any other place like it. Surrounded by mountains and water, the roads are mostly potholes and mud. Bald eagles look more like scavengars with muddy feathers sitting on top of the trash bins around the docks. Boats scatter the horizon, coming in, sailing out... I was here to meet some of the boats my company owns. To watch them unload the fish they have caught this trip, go to the clinic with the guys who have been hurt, eat in the galley, make new friends. And today I am leaving. After 6 days I am leaving with new friends, a few phone numbers, some paperwork to do when I get back to my office, and lots of Dutch Harbor mud on my shoes. As much as I like it here, in this peaceful and isolated town of a few thousand I am ready to go home. I like the solitude this place provides. A place where



Business as casual?

Fri, 09 Feb 2007 05:30:00 +0000

For nearly every job I've ever had in my life I was allowed to wear (with in reason) whatever I felt like. Such freedom, really, when growing up all I ever saw my dad wear to work were suits! Normally (as in every day) I choose the black pants, colorful top, and flats route. Some days (like today on Friday) I get to sport jeans. For that reason alone I have always LOVED Fridays, right Jane? It's all we talk about on Thursday afternoons, TGIF. However since getting knocked up, my wardrobe has been severely cut to about a 1/3 of its regular size. Some days in the mornings I just stare at my unused clothes with a sense of mourning. And also with a sense of protection for if I tried to wear them right now, I'd be busting holes as far as the eye could and shouldn't see. However, while in my HUGE maternity shirt and jeans I start to look at those surrounding me in my office on this casual Friday-what are the fashion choices of workers (all ages included) these days? Hmmm-not at all promisin