Saturday, May 31, 2008
Posted by Jillian at 12:54 PM
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
This just makes me sick. This article covers what we who live here know all too well. The cough that won't go away. Poor, precious children may now suffer for the rest of their lives because of the oversight or under sight or just all around dumb-assedness of the people who made the FEMA trailers and the people who failed to listen to those of us who KNEW something was wrong.
Below is a photo of a tragedy. People living out of tents under I-10 in New Orleans. Three years later.
In my home full of animals, there lives a rabbit. We call him bunny. Sadly, bunny can not make the trip to DC with us and I must find a new home for him.
In a land far, far away there lives someone who was nice enough to post some words and photos of encouragement for my slightly disheartened spirit.
I cannot say it often enough. Practice random acts of kindness. We are all affected by the actions of the people of this world. Call it karma, or fate, whatever you want, but I know that an act of kindness is never forgotten. You can make this world a better place by not only your smile, but by taking a few moments to think of the people around you. If you can help them, do it. The world starts at your doorstep, so begin there.
Thank you for this; it brightened and blessed my day.
Posted by Jillian at 4:05 PM
Monday, May 26, 2008
Yesterday was so eventful that when I finally came home with intentions of posting; I instead fell instantly into a deep coma (complete with pillow drool and smeared mascara) that lasted until 8 this morning.
Here's the scoop. We decided that since we are leaving soon we should take advantage of the beautiful and strange city that is so close to us. So we loaded up the bicycles, the dog and the kid and headed over to New Orleans for what would probably be our last visit before we leave.
I know I have mentioned before how hot it gets here, but something about New Orleans makes it feel even hotter. Jeremy says it has to do with all the asphalt and concrete; I think it's because the city is so far below sea level and the humidity just sinks into it. Let me attempt to describe for you how hot it was. It's as if the sun reached down with it's fiery sun arms, pimp-slapped you and then made you it's bitch. Still not gettin the picture? It was so hot that even the locals looked at us like we were insane when we told them what we were doing. Were we deterred in any way? Shoot no! Because we're just crazy like that. And I was all: well what the heck did people one hundred years ago do? They didn't even have air conditioning? Suck it up!
Thus the adventure began. I had always imagined New Orleans to be a pretty bike friendly city. And I suppose it is in a way. We were able to get around the French Quarter fairly easily, my bell came in pretty handy when the crowds of pedestrians wouldn't scoot over. And many people took pictures of our bikes and especially the basket with Fairway in it. He was a big hit.
The difficulty began when we headed up St Charles towards the Audubon Zoo. We were staying on the right of the road, but people were driving pretty fast and coming really close to my bike. I don't think many of them even saw me. I asked Jeremy to lead so that if anyone got crashed into, it would be me. Yeah, you do stuff like that when you have kids...sheesh. There is a median On St Charles that is wide enough for two trolley cars to pass at once so we decided to ride in between the tracks.
This at first was not difficult because there was a pretty well worn path made by bikes in between the rails of each track and we just followed those. The problem came when we had to cross over onto the other track for a trolley that was heading our way. Jeremy is a mountanbiker and his bike has some pretty chunky tires. He could probably climb over a mountain of squirming puppies with that bike, but my bike is not made the same way and I think both of us failed to realize that. When I tried to transverse the tracks it would wobble and I almost lost control. Jeremy was all: you have to take it at a 90 degree angle! And I was all: I am, now shut up!
So, maybe I took it at more of an 88 degree angle. The fact remains, I wiped out... in slow motion. As I was falling, two thoughts popped into my head, A) thank God I didn't wear a dress and B) thank God Ellie wasn't on the back of my bike. The people in the passing trolley were all laughing at me and taking pictures of me and the bike sprawled on the ground and I sat there and waved at them. Partly because if anyone understands the humor in people falling down (unhurt of course) it's me, and also because I had such an adrenaline rush that my whole body was shaking. Ellie was very frightened and seeing her Mother fly off her bike and land on the ground, so as I was sitting there I tried to make her smile by making silly faces. The rest of the day she recounted for us and the Grandparents how "Mommy CRASH".
What truly amazes me is how Fairway managed to fly out of the basket as it was flying off of the bike and still come over to me to make sure I was all right, and all with the use of only one eye. He is my little pirate/doggie knight.
After that fun tumble my bike made a lovely grinding sound and Jeremy (Macgyver) checked it out but was unable to get it fixed without being at home with his booty of tools. We stopped and drank an elephant bladders worth of water and headed back for our car. Ellie fell asleep on the way back to the car and I made up songs to go with the grinding tune from my bike.
I was a little disappointed that I wasn't able to find any chic cyclists out and about. they were probably smart enough to try and avoid heat stroke. I did find this bike though which I thought was pretty cool.
All in all we biked about 10 miles in 90+ degree heat. It was a good day.
He had a good time, and a good laugh at my expense.
She had a wonderful time and even added a new word to her vernacular.....aww yeah.
He....well, you can see he had a good time.
And me, well, I learned allot about myself and my bike which I will tell you about tomorrow. But for now, I have a BBQ calling my name.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Three years ago after we lost everything in that mean 'ol hurricane, I got a new ipod for Christmas. It was a white mini, and oh how I loved it. At the time we were also without a computer; so my ever so kind husband told me he was going to buy me a new one. I only had one condition, that it be white and shiny, to match my ipod. And that, dear readers, is how Jillian ended up with a Mac. Which she would grab first in a fire, probably over her dog, or rabbit.
Friday, May 23, 2008
I know many of you are interested in this zany adventure on which I am about to embark. There are some things I'd like to tell you about this "project".
Thursday, May 22, 2008
I have some friends whose name are also the titles of songs, and for the life of me I can't help but start singing those songs every time I think of them. So, today I want to tell you about Caroline.
Logging in to yahoo this article caught my eye about a man that attaches jet powered engines to bicycles and sells them. My first thought was, "If I tried that, my coffin would have to be shaped like a pancake because I would surely run smack into a tree, or worse some other living thing." I have an uncanny knack for hurting myself, especially walking into things, crashing into things (like the backs of other people's cars).
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
So, I was reading this blog one day and it mentioned something about the author meeting her stalker. Well, I had to find out who this stalker was, so I clicked on over to her blog. To my complete joy and utter disbelief, I discovered my mind twin, right here in my wee little neighborhood. We had so much in common, especially our adeptness at internet stalking. I read her posts and felt like she had performed the elusive Peruvian mind swaggle on me and stolen my thoughts directly from my head. And in case you didn't get the other part, she was right in my neighborhood.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
We are all sick with colds we caught on the way home from DC last week. But despite that, we went for our usual evening ride. Ummmmm, yeah, I know I said I was going to ride my bike whenever possible when we move as part of the "green experiment", but being sick sucks bad enough without having to pedal yourself into pneumonia. I have this theory though (perhaps one of you avid cyclists can help me on this one) that when you're sick with a cold physical exertion sometimes seems to force it out of your system. Let's hope so. Because I am truly dedicated to this crazy venture on which we are about to embark.
I used to feel a little ashamed when filling out forms that asked my occupation, and I would enter Home maker. As a young idiot, I had always imagined replying to inquiries of my occupation with a coy smile and a shrug, and "oh, I'm a well-endowed philanthropist. Or perhaps a friend would introduce me as "an excruciatingly poetic novelist", but that's not the way things turned out. And I used to feel a bad about that. But not anymore.
Just in case you haven't got enough of my bike, I will present it once again. Feast your eyes on this. For lack of a horse, this will be my new vehicle. This is all a part of "The Green experiment".
Ok, so I know I said that Fairway was being shipped a special made basket liner from the UK. But I got to thinking....and that often times leads to very dangerous ventures. I thought about how much better I appreciate gifts from people when they have spent some time thinking about them or making them. Yeah, I'm sappy like that. And there sat little Fairway, all squinty eyed like a furry pirate. And because I like to forsake all of my responsibilities for a tedious diversion, I went to Hancock fabrics. For a mere 20 bucks I had everything I needed to make a basket liner all by my wee self.
My sewing machine was lost in the hurricane and I have yet to purchase another one, so I came up with an ingenious plan...actually my Mom came up with it, but for the sake of sheer smugness, let's pretend it was me. I bought a roll of that sticky glue tape that you just lay on the fabric and iron to seal it down. That's what I would use instead of needle and thread (for the most part any hoo). Here is what I purchased and what you might need if you dare try this.....it really was easy.
1 Yard of Fabric for the outside of the liner (I chose a bright, colorful floral pattern)
1 Yard of Fabric for the lining of the liner (I chose a solid material to compliment the outside pattern)
1/2 yard or less of a thick padding material for the bottom of the liner (this is for your doggie's bum, so he stays nice and comfy)
1 roll of double sided iron on tape
1 roll of decorative embellishment border material (I chose a hot pink ribbon with the little fuzzy balls on it)
1 roll of ribbon (I chose a bright blue grosgrain to match the pattern of the outer material)
8 small buttons
1 sewing needle and roll of thread (I chose hot pink thread to match my fuzzy balls ;)
Hot glue gun and glue
Bicycle basket, or any basket for that matter.
Once I had all my stuff together, I just googled basket liner patterns and got this. I didn't have any paper bags, so I had to measure my basket and tape copier paper together as best as I could. I followed the directions for the most part, adding a thick layer of the padding to the base when I turned it right side out. When I was finished I used the hot glue gun to add my embellishments. I turned out beautifully and it only took me about two hours! The only problem I had was underestimating the width of the basket base when measuring, which didn't allow me to close the sides in completely. I do think this worked out favorably in the end because it allowed a breeze in to cool Fairway off while we were riding. Because, in case you forgot, I live in Africa.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Well, the past week was nothing if not eventful. We looked at places to live until my head was spinning around and I felt like hurling crucifixes. Who knew that the cost of living nearly doubles from 'lil 'ol Mississippi to big scary nation's capitol? Awwwww yeah though, just another reason for this chubby booty to huff it, pedal it, WHATEVER, rather than drive a car.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Until you have done it, I can't begin to sufficiently explain what driving in a car with a toddler for 6 days straight is like. But God bless little Elsbeth, because in the end, she is a trooper. She never threw a fit about it, but....on the very last day.....
Thursday, May 8, 2008
When Jeremy came home last night Fairway was with him. He really couldn't tell me much and even if he could have, I don't think I would have heard him. My head was in a fog and all I could think about was how I could barely even recognize Fairway. I made him a bed on the floor next to my bed. I was going to let him sleep with me, but I thought that us moving around in the night might cause him pain. He just lay there, in a coma like state. Jeremy said that the vet had given him morphine for his pain.
Today I had planned to tell you about gardening and organic herbs, and how Ellie finds the word poo-poo to be the absolute funniest thing she's ever heard, but I just can not.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
In case you didn't already know, we're moving soon. I stated where we were moving and was later reprimanded by Jeremy. Apparently, the military discourages disclosing that type of information. I've come to the conclusion that it's probably because I am Al qaeda's number one target. I mean, I just REEK of infidel.
Normalcy isn't a word that can be used around my house. With all the animals that I have it's just part of the bargain. But I have to admit, I like it that way.
Dear Anyone who reads this,
Posted by Jillian at 3:04 PM
Oh, the ridiculous things I do for vanity! Why must looking good (or trying to for that matter) be so painful? I mean seriously, when I put some effort into trying to look good, it is a long and painful process and even then I'm usually just 'eh with the results.
Posted by Jillian at 2:21 AM
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Posted by Jillian at 7:46 PM
The weather this morning was perfect so Ellie and I decided to go outside and visit the rabbit (who has officially been dubbed "Earmuffs"). It is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen and every time I see it I am forced to grit my teeth and try and refrain from squeezing it until it's eyes pop out. Love causes me to have very violent urges. Those whom I love have the bruises to prove it.