tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25727007716730068412009-12-08T13:42:34.207-06:00...then blogs about whatever.Jeannette E. Spaghettihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13524414432547858109JnetWrites@gmail.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2572700771673006841.post-70631583771783679952009-12-07T18:36:00.012-06:002009-12-08T13:42:34.215-06:00

I'm a huge fan of thrift store shopping. It's amazing what you can find with a little time to mill around the store, snooping through the racks of clothes and walls of bric-a-brac. I went on a shopping spree over the weekend and spent under $45 on 19 articles of clothing - that averages out to $2.37 per item, including tax.1 scarf1 pair of jeans1 cardigan thing1 button-up shirt2 pair of dress

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To bring you up to speed since my last post: the problem is not fixed. Today is the eighth day. Each day's high point has been one of two things: me bucketing out all of the tub water (from my upstairs neighbor and possibly from the washer located in the basement... because there's just so much, water. WHERE is it coming from?) -- I digress -- or the bathtub filling and then overflowing, which

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If you follow me on twitter, you are probably aware that my bathroom flooded last night, and then sometime overnight, again this morning, and once again this afternoon....It started with a bath. And then the water wouldn't go down the drain. After consulting a variety of people (pardon the technical jargon you're about to encounter), I decided the tub plunger thing on the wall of the tub, that

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In the distance I heard The Ice Cream Man's creepy music and grabbed every dollar I had in preparation for a snow cone. Today is November 21st, so of course he was out of anything snow cone related, had none of the cartoon-character-shaped-with-gumball-eye-balls ice cream and after four times hearing, "I'm out of that," I asked him to point out what he was out of. Wrong question."I'm out of this

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When Geoff came to visit me a few weeks ago, we paid a trip to the Army Surplus Store here in town. It was full of army clothes and guns and knives and stuff, but then there were a lot of random things that were too awesome. I would've loved to take photos, but they are very serious about no one taking pictures. As the store is full of guns and knives, I wasn't about to attempt sneaking in a few

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I hate baseball. And being from St. Louis, that is truly a Cardinal sin. Watching the game is boring, listening to it on the radio is tolerable, going to a game in person is meh. It moves too slow and over an entire game, there might be one minute of excitement for me. On the other hand, I love people. It's amazing the amount of diversity on the planet. Every human has differing perspectives,

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I uploaded photos on Sunday from my trip to Colorado in July. It was a whirlwind experience. I drove to St. Louis on Thursday, met at my mom's where her, myself, my Gramma Sue and my mom's youngest brother, Kenny hitched a ride to the MetroLink station in East St. Louis. It took about two hours to get to Lambert airport and we ended up riding a total of four trains just to get there. Breaking

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I used to write several times each week and I want to write more, but it seems that I have nothing positive to share – which is an odd thing for me to admit because the last year I’ve felt happier than I can ever remember feeling. But my happiness has been overshadowed by a never-ending job search. It took me eight months to find the job I have now and that experience can best be described as a

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Today is Sandra's birthday and all I can do is think of her. I want to call her so badly, but she's dead. And, fuck if I don't feel like a bitch for so bluntly writing, "she's dead." But she is. It's been 17 months and it still hurts. Like I wrote before: My silly aunt, the shit-disturber, the feisty one, the one I got together with to misbehave, make inappropriate jokes and share secrets -

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Tonight was the 9th Monday in a row that I've gone to a friend's to watch Real Chance of Love 2. Like most people, I'm not A Monday Person (technically I'm not A Morning Person), but I can't wait for Monday night to roll around. And the first thing I do when I get home from watching the newest episode, I get online to watch the Bonus Clips so I can see the unaired show footage. Dude, that's

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At roughly 3:15 this afternoon, Nico bolted out of my apartment building to chase a squirrel. She dragged me down the stairs, I wasn't there to catch the door - and it slammed. Loudly. It happens. And I'm not the only one who does it.So I'm wrestling with my dog, the door slams and I'm mid-cringe when I hear someone from above yell out their window, "Blah blah something, Jennifer, blah blah

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Several months ago I found this drawing while rummaging through some childhood memorabilia at my parents' house. I drew this picture circa 2nd grade, which was circa 1985, back when I lived and went to grade school in Cahokia, IL. I had some sort of assignment called, This is my face. It was simple enough - draw my face and then finish this phrase, "Most of the time my face is _____." I

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So you've probably heard me gripe about how I had somewhere around 3,100 tweets run away from home? They're back!Want to know how I coaxed them to return?I simply had to tweet ungulation to @Charles.A month ago I posted something on twitter's Known Issues page and last night I revisited that page to find an update. It explained that I needed to send one word to @Charles - ungulation - and the

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When I made coffee this morning, I did not put the coffee pot in the maker. DOH!--------------------------------------Listening to: Israel Vibration - Rebel for Real--------------------------------------

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I can honestly say that tonight was the first time I've ever traded biscuits and gravy for toilet paper. Although, if you were judging by my repurposed containers, you'd think that I traded hummus and cottage cheese for toilet paper.Odd trade, but freecycle worthy. I made homemade gravy yesterday - enough for 8, at least - and I'm down to the last half of my last roll of toilet paper. I made

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All anyone could talk about was the Fair this, the Fair that, I hit it with a wiffle ball bat. Last week I was lucky to experience, for my first time, the Illinois State Fair for free (thanks, Donnie!). I wanted nothing more than to lay eyes upon the butter cow. I don't know why, but the thought of looking at a lifesize cow sculpted out of butter seemed intriguing. I found out from KBO that

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If you are ever curious about my ethnicity, it is half-genius, half-eeediot. I may have said that before, but I'll never know because I'm related to Forgetful Jones.I mean, how difficult is it to cook a frozen pizza. Step 1: Look on the package to see what temperate your pizza requires.Step 2: Turn oven on and set it to the temperature you discovered during Step 1.Step 3: (Optional and from

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Many times I hear my upstairs neighbors. Someone is yelling, but I can't make out the words. Things are being slammed around. I hear heavy stomping. I hear someone yell and then leave, exit the building and slam the door, only to return and stomp upstairs and begin yelling again. This happens all the time, almost every day. But I never see these people.Tonight, I was on my way out the door

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Today marks two years since I started blogging.Also, this is post number two hundred.And here's a photo of that mosaic project I've been working on. I've only completed phase one, as I need to grout the tiles and paint the wood. I have no idea what color I want to do either, so I think I'll start another tiling project and worry about grout and paint colors when I have a few projects at that

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I'm putting the self-portrait project on hiatus. I've been feeling less than creative for a while now. I seem to have a hard time coming up with anything more than a picture of my hands or feet, me driving, or me holding a handwritten sign. I think I officially stopped two or three days ago; I haven't even posted the last few weeks worth of photos, but I'll get to that soon.I believe my

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Have you ever gone to a formal event, but been the one person wearing less-than-casual attire? Or, maybe shown up at a friend's bar-b-que severely overdressed? How about, worn an early-1980s prom dress when everyone else is wearing clothes circa 2009?Oh, you haven't? I have.And can I just say, aaawkward? For me to say I felt awkward, that is an amazing feat because I rarely feel that way. I

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I've spent the majority of my life never winning contests.Until now.Because I won Courtney Chesley's TwIsTeD Twitterers contest!The contest was easy; I simply had to tweet a statement to Courtney that began with, "I'm twisted because..." and then I was randomly selected as the winner. Go here to see how twisted the contestants are.My goodies arrived in the mail the day I left for Colorado.

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I haven't written about food in quite a while, but I have been on a major salad kick, eating one for dinner almost every night. And when I make a salad it's a serious affair because I really pile on the toppings. My salad is a meal on its own; technically it's a meal that I rarely ever finish. Because I use so many ingredients, I like to cut up my vegetables as soon as I get home from the

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After work on Monday I went to check my mail and apparently, my neighbor didn't expect anyone would be walking through the hall. As I passed her open apartment door, I spotted her sitting on the toilet. We made eye contact. So, yeah. My neighbor pees with not only the bathroom door ajar, but her apartment door open as well. Interesting. I wonder what her name is?-----------------------------

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You probably don't remember how I tend to burn myself. Or maybe you don't know how I tend to be absent-minded sometimes, about important things.There was that time I went to bed with the oven on... and didn't realize this until the next morning. Seriously, you go to make one lousy pizza, decide you aren't hungry, and before you know it it's the next day and the oven is still blazing. Sure,

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