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Not something I want to announce

Jillian — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 21:53:23 +0000

But in the interest of full disclosure…

For our friends, we need to let you know that Leon & I are separated, it’s amicable & not the fault of either.

Further inquiries are unwelcome to either of us. Aspersions on our characters are also unwelcome and will be dealt with by shunning.

A hippie fairytale

Jillian — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 20:02:35 +0000

There were once some hippie parents that lived down a well-kept knoll. And on the well-kept knoll lived a pair of fun loving parents who adored their only child immensely. This child was a sweet-natured, sensitive child who generally kept to himself, but adored going to visit some of the neighborhood children.

The only child would go down the well-kept knoll to the house of the children of a divorced home who were well-adjusted and liked the only child a great deal. They treated him well, for the most part, with few spats.

However, the hippie parents were those permissive kind. You know, the kind whose kids would NEVER do anything to hurt a fly and who can stay out as late as they want and burn puppies. The kind of parents who raise little smart alecks who don’t have a problem talking tough and being mean to sensitive little only children by throwing water on them while they are playing their mom’s very expensive Nintendo DS. Or who throw stuff at the fun loving dad’s new Honda Element that he loves more than whiskey. Or who ring the doorbell just to upset the four precious, beloved dogs who live in the house and then run away so the fun loving mom can’t smack them in their fool head.

So, the knoll has become volatile as the fun loving dad has sent email after email only to have hippie dad say “boys will be boys” and “I don’t take secondhand information as fact.”

So the fun-loving mom is keeping her eye out. And the hippie parents are gonna get smacked in their hippie heads and the hippie kids are gonna get hit with fun loving paint balls that the fun loving mom is going to go out and buy this weekend because private property is private property and a hippie kid looks an awful lot like a fox or a coyote.

Little hippie brats.

And we’ll all live happily ever after.

Internet friends

Jillian — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 15:30:22 +0000

At CPAC, every time you turned around you could find someone you knew. By this I mean that if you didn’t know them personally, you would recognize them from television, their blog, twitter or from pictures with your friends. For me, this meant that CPAC felt like one big family reunion. I’ll admit it: I felt like a cool kid.

My friends and Leon’s friends were there and those that were not were keenly missed. Though there were thousands of people there, you couldn’t wander around without seeing someone you knew. Even online friends were instantaneous friends. This is the nature of and the intricacy of internet friendships. You spend so much time speaking with someone online that it builds an immediate sense of comraderie and bond.

This is not always a positive thing. I’m fully aware of stalking and the like. In this case, it was a delightful experience. Please be careful who you talk to online.

By the end of CPAC, we’d formed our own mini-group. The group was consulted before meals and definitely before going out in the evening. Like-minded people who enjoy spending time together and who are at the same event sharing food: what could be better?

One evening, we headed out to get a very late bite. Some of the participants wished to get a drink and we headed on to the bars on the strip to find a place to eat and settle down to talk for the night. After walking for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time, but what was really only around a couple of blocks, we found the place that 3 different iphones had placed as THE place to be for the evening. As we started to head in the door, with all of us pulling out our IDs, there was a problem. Caleb’s license has expired.

Caleb is well beyond the legal age.

Caleb looks like a logger. Caleb looks like his picture. Caleb’s picture ID states that he is above the legal age. The kid at the door, who couldn’t have been all that much above legal age himself, refused Caleb entry. He stated that it was the “new thing” for kids to use outdated IDs to get into bars. Clearly, the ID was Caleb’s. The kid again refused and stated that “in the DC stings bars were being busted for things just like this.” At this point, Caleb’s brother Ben came to his defense and we left after words were exchanged.

Be aware. You might not be who you really are.

The silver lining was that the experience bonded the group even further and we returned to the hotel where we started and the bar and restaurant there. This was also the place I’d suggested in the first place. Before the walking and the argument. To say I was smug would be true. But we had a great “war story” and the group had a great evening.

Yes, internet relationships are interesting. I’ve met some of the best people of my life on the internet.

Here is to meeting many, many more.

On the Road Again

Jillian — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 04:30:27 +0000

As an introvert, I just don’t travel well. I need a lot of sleep and a lot of time to myself. By that, I mean I need copious amounts of quiet time or I turn into a raging witch who will poke your eyes out if she doesn’t eat on time or stay warm or get enough entertainment…you get the picture.

However, there are times that even the thought of travel isn’t so daunting that I feel like I need to avoid trips. This is especially true when I know that I will see many of my friends and that the people I’m spending time with are those that have similar belief systems to mine. Well, that and I LOVE a good hotel room. Don’t you? All the little soaps and clean towels and beds that are made and lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

Leon and I had been looking forward to our trip last weekend for months. We were heading to CPAC and it was our first real trip ever without AJ. The plan was to be gone for 5 days and to leave AJ with our friend Bryan. AJ was thrilled because for him this meant: No bedtime, all the soda he could drink, video games and hanging out with the coolest person he knows. For me this meant: coming home to a spoiled child, worrying about whether he was getting enough to eat and wondering if his eyes were going to rot out of his head from playing video games.

I got over it and we went to D.C. There are so many things to blog about and they overrun everything I truly want to say. What this means is that you are going to have to deal with me blogging about it in spurts, as it comes to me, instead of a nice block of cohesive posts.

Washington D.C., from the point of view of someone whose city has little traffic issue, is a beast. I have never had to pay so much money to go such a little distance in my life. I will never, ever live there. Luckily, both Leon and I decided that there will be no politicians in this family. For the first two nights, we stayed outside of the city in a complicated little place called Silver Spring, Maryland. It was full of older homes and streets that are similar to something a 12-year old Sims player might put together. The goal was to make it to the Dubliner in D.C. Even the Jesus phone that our friend Allen had was confused as to how to get there from where we were. The miles of snow piled upon the cars and on the sides of the street didn’t aid in getting us to food any faster.

Remember when I said I don’t travel well and I get angry like the Hulk if things aren’t perfect? I was hungry. And I’d just realized I left my phone charger at home. My driving companions were fearful, but Allen is very laid back and Leon was looking forward to seeing his friends at The Dubliner. I’m pretty certain both of them were ignoring me because I was in the back seat, too, but neither would cop to this.

When we arrived, around 8pm on a Wednesday night, the place was packed. Luckily, a friend of ours thinks ahead and had reserved a whole area for our large group. Unfortunately, the staff at the Dubliner didn’t take us seriously because we had about 5 stools for 20 or so people. This led to copious time at the bar.

Which means no one remembers what happened the rest of the night.

I kid!

Or do I?

To be continued…

And now for something serious…

Jillian — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 14:06:28 +0000

There are many things in my life that I am passionate about that I don’t take the time to write about here. It isn’t that I don’t care enough, it’s that I understand and am aware that my passions are not the passions of everyone. And I also know that when people are strongly polarized, the reasons of one’s heart are often not enough to sway one another. However, there are times that not saying anything is akin to agreement and I feel like I cannot let this subject be one in which there is any doubt as to how I feel.

Those in my life that know me best know that I’m generally quite apathetic on most issues and due to my profession, I support people as to their decisions. With that said, I am adamantly pro-life for many personal reasons and many well thought out ones. As a humanist, a scientist, a mother, a woman, a friend, a social science major and someone who cares deeply for others…I can be nothing else.

My husband wrote a post today, on the anniversary of Roe v. Wade. I’m linking it here. My personal whys will remain unsaid… Sometimes it is better that way.

In Memoriam

Female dog attacks

Jillian — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:17:33 +0000

Sometimes our friends want to know how Leon and I argue. We generally are both pretty good humored and seem like our relationship is even-flowing. We’re like any other couple in that we have lots of ups and downs. Things aren’t always as flawless as they may seem. I’d like to think that we handle things with a certain finesse, however.

Here’s one example.

In the middle of a disagreement…

Leon: (begins laughing uncontrollably)
Jillian: WHAT?!
Leon: I was just thinking “Maybe if I stay very still she’ll think I’m dead and attack something else.”
Jillian:…
Jillian: …
Jillian: I don’t even know what to say right now
(Later he admits that he thought “It’s not working, run away!”)

Yep. That’s our marriage.

Cactus: An unfortunate event

Jillian — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:22:47 +0000

You may have come here expecting a video of someone running crotch first into a cactus. We live in a society conditioned by America’s funniest videos to expect the worst, don’t we? This is bad, but not that bad.

Leon and I have been together almost ten years. About 3 years ago, Leon decided that, due to my brown thumb and my inclination to kill plants while I tried to keep them alive, that he would get me a small cactus. He proudly proclaimed, “Honey, you can never kill this thing!”

When he recovered from the death glare he received, he handed over the little cactus, which was about the size of a small shot glass. I took it from him and watered it when I remembered to do so. I gave it light, when I remembered to do so. And I remembered to move it from our apartment to our new home, when we moved.

The little shot glass sized cactus LOVED the new house. I’ve never seen anything like this. I put it in the window in my kitchen, right next to all the dirty dishes I won’t do, and it flourished. A lot. And it still does. To where it has become this. And this is why I can’t have houseguests. Enjoy.