Inspiration for Change

Courtesy of one of my favorite bloggers:

From photographer, Callie Shell:

These two boys waited as a long line of adults greeted Senator Obama before a rally on Martin Luther King Day in Columbia, S.C. They never took their eyes off of him. Their grandmother told me, “Our young men have waited a long time to have someone to look up to, to make them believe Dr. King’s words can be true for them.”

Gives me tingles.

Currently Feeling: Sassy and pretty in printed tights, a flouncy skirt and a pink cashmere sweater.
Currently Anticipating: Wine and Survivor tonight with Amanda?
Currently Listening To: My classic rock station on Pandora. Love it!

I need new blogs to read

My RSS feeders is seriously lacking with post updates as of late. I think some of my favorite bloggers have taken a back-burner stance. (It happens; I, regretfully, had to give up my P.I. blog after starting my current job.)

But, I’m kinda picky. I only like really quality blog-writing, preferably in the girl category.

Any suggested blogs that you can’t live without?

Beyond freakin’ hilarious

Sorry for the lack of updates. Currently, I don’t have time. But I just HAD TO share this with the masses because I’m laughing out loud:

It’s Sarah Palin’s Facebook page! (Click to view larger image and read.)

Thanks HolyTaco.com!

Currently Feeling: Really headachy lately. So not like me.
Currently Anticipating: Ironing out some Halloween plans with the Dolphins tonight.
Currently Loving: THAT I’LL HAVE CABLE ON WEDNESDAY JUST IN TIME FOR PROJECT RUNWAY!!!

The best way to quote Bob Dylan

“I built a ledder to the stars and climbed on avery rung.”

This is a misspelled sentence I caught today from my British friend. [No, not Old Balls.] At first I thought he was drunk, since it’s 11 p.m. there his time and in NO way do those words make sense. But, he just admitted he’s a bad speller and was trying to quote Dylan lyrics.

I don’t know why I think it’s so freakin’ funny, but it IS! It’s British misspelling – like how they would sound out a word and spell it. You can read the sentence and hear the British accent!

Love it. Instead of judging him for poor grammar, I’m going to start asking him to misspell everything.

This could probably be a little insight into why I thought Old Balls was so cute. When you’re British–even your misspelled words are adorable. When you’re American, you just look like an effin’ idiot!

Perhaps I should move to the Motherland.

Ladies and Gents, I do believe we might have just officially entered the WEB 3.0 era…

I’m probably going to geek out a lot about Social Media lately cause it’s what I’ve been spending most of my time researching.

So, I’ve been exploring Twitter a bit more, even though I’ve been using it on the blog for awhile now. I’ve graduated to searching for things people are talking about, or even better–clicking on the “Nifty Queries” links on the Twitter Search page.

This led me to Ubiquity, which was launched yesterday.

And wow. Oh my gosh wow. Please watch the video all the way through. I do believe how we use the Internet will be completely transformed very shortly.

You Must Yearbook Yourself Immediately!

I found this on one of my favorite blogs, Pretty In The City.

It’s a Web site where you can upload a standard photo of yourself and adjust it to fit yearbook-style, black-and-white photographs from the 1950s through 2000. I used my dorky work photo, and came up with “Jeanna Through the Years”:

1952

1960

1962

1964

1966

1968

1978

1984

1992

1994

Gosh, I really have evolved through the years, haven’t I? I think I had cancer in 1992, so don’t laugh. I still think I looked the best in 1964. I really should look into sporting those glasses again!

(Clearly, I’ve had some extra time at the end of my day today… but it’s just so much fun! You must Yearbook yourself immediately and e-mail the best one to me!)

Return of the Dirty Hippies

I recently joined a gym – yet again – to try to get into better shape.

I’ve belonged to Pure Fitness down on Westlake since moving to Seattle. At first it was an okay place, but then it turned into nothing I like about a gym. The owners changed, and the place became more sterile looking and less inviting. To access it, I had to drive down Mercer after work, which is equivalent to sitting on the 520 bridge; it sucks. To top it off, I get bored on treadmills and elliptical trainers, so it didn’t help when there was never any good magazines to read and you couldn’t see the TVs to read the shitty subtitles, let alone hear them.

Conclusion: I stopped going to the gym.

So, I joined All Star Fitness on lower Queen Anne. It’s a little bit more inviting, I drive by it nearly every day or can jog down to it, and it has private TV screens in front of each workout machine. Plus, I dug the idea of going to their location downtown on my lunch hour, and the gym also has a pool and hot tub. Major bonus.

Baby Daddy and I have been dying to go hot tubbing for some time now. (G-rated hot-tubbing; just for relaxation, really.) Since we’re not crazy enough to brave Tubs in the University District, which is closed anyway, I decided to sneak him into my gym. (Although I did go to Tubs once in college, and they have beds next to the hot tubs. Beds!)

The poolroom is a really nice set up, albeit a little muggy for mid-summer. But, the hot tub has Jacuzzi jets, the lap pool is a comfortable temperature, no one from the gym can see in, and there is a sauna and steam room. I’ve never been in a steam room, so I suggested that we check it out. I stepped inside, and was hit with a cloud of eucalyptus steam. Very niiiice! We sat in there for a bit, but then I started to feel extremely hot and like I couldn’t breathe. I kept opening the door to stick my head out and gulp fresh air.

“God! I’m hot!” I exclaimed. I picked up a water bottle sitting on the ledge. “This has to be water to spray on you, right?” I asked Baby Daddy.

“Uh. I don’t know. I don’t think so…”

“Well, why else would it be here?” I said in my usual know-it-all way. “It’s probably to cool you off, duh!”

I proceeded to spray it all over my body—my neck, my legs, my chest. And then all over Baby Daddy’s body too.

“I don’t think that’s water,” he continued. “You just sprayed it in my eye, and it stung.”

And then my whole body started to sting.

“Shit!” I smelled the contents of the bottle, which burned my nose. It smelled like very strong, pure eucalyptus oil.

And it was.

It was so strong my eyes and nose were stinging, even after we had dressed and left the gym. It gave me a huge headache, and both of our bodies continued to sting through the night.

“We’re going to die from, like, eucalyptus oil overdose or something!” I said.

“Smooth move, 20-Something,” he said as we walked home.

Worse part about it—we smelled like a couple of dirty hippies. And you all know how much I love hippies.

Currently Feeling: Sleepy with a bit of a wine headache.
Currently Anticipating: The Bite of Seattle this weekend and Jana’s bachelorette party.
Currently Wishing: I can sell all this ad space before the August deadline!

YIKES

I will not be leaving for lunch today:

SEATTLE — Following a police chase that started on Capitol Hill, police have surrounded a vehicle and have removed a suspect from inside.

Police surrounded a gold van with their guns drawn in downtown Seattle at Second and Spring streets.

KIRO 7 Eyewitness News reporter Gary Horcher said he heard shots fired, and video from Chopper 7 showed glass being shot out of the van’s windows.

Video from Chopper 7 showed dozens of police officers with their guns drawn toward the vehicle.

The chase made its way to downtown Seattle where police surrounded the vehicle and closed off streets in the area.

Bus routes are being diverted from the area while police continue to process the scene.

UPDATE: Man shot and dead. Safe to go shopping at lunch. Whew.

I don’t have a future career as a cat groomer

Last night I attempted to shave my white fluffy kitty into a matte-free beauty.

Can I please preface this by saying that I already feel like the most horriblist, terriblist, no-good pet owner in the Whole. Wide. World., so no use to ridicule me in the comments. Yes, I should take the time to brush her out once a week to make sure her coat doesn’t tangle. But, it’s harder than you think. I can barely bring myself to have the time to shave my own legs once a week. (Kidding. Mostly.) I swear she grows a matte before I even have time to bat an eyelash.

Well, I’ve learned my lesson. Last night was horrible.

I don’t think Baby Daddy and I had any idea how much work it would be. I just thought I’d pick up a $19.99 hair clipping kit from Target, come home and make a few swipes here and there and voila! She’d be smooth and silky and not the mangy cat I’ve managed to let her become.

Oh no.

The night went something like Baby Daddy and I in a cloud of white fur, buzzers going, claws scraping, mournful meows, and chunks of hair slowly, slowly shaved off and floating all over the apartment and sticking to both our sweats until we were covered in white fur. We spent a good 45 minutes trying to make progress, and all I have this morning is a pissed-off Persian with two bald spots on the left side of her body.

“Shave her into a lion!” Sarah keeps pushing.

At this point, I’m just trying to keep her from looking like a cat with eczema and cancer.

Currently Feeling: Slowly used to having a boyfriend around again.
Currently Anticipating: VEGAS and 80-degree bathing suit weather this weekend!
Currently Wanting: This anxious job-transition time period to end.

Remains of My Day

I’ve been quite obsessed with this logo and philosophy since seeing it on quite a few bumperstickers around town:

I think I’ll start telling people my religion is Coexistian.

How does someone get this stupid? Paris Hilton should never really open her mouth:

“I love Africa in general—South Africa and West Africa, they are both great countries,” Hilton answered when press asked her what she thought of South Africa on a recent visit.

I am, and always will be, a fan of Milli Vanilli, even if they never really were a band. I still know all the words to their CD. And this video rocks: