Thursday, May 28, 2009


Heard around my dinner table tonight...

John: “Mommy, I learned something in church the other day. They were talking about obedience. I learned it's important to be obedient. I understand now. When you and Dad ask me to clean up my room or do my chores, you're not telling me that to make me suffer. You want me to have a good life. You just want me to learn. Actually, Mommy, I learned a lot that day.”

Me: (mental dialogue) Did he actually just use the word suffer???

Nasty neighbors already??? Say it ain't so!

Let me preface this by saying that we LOVE our new neighborhood. We love everything about it. We have met a ton of the neighbors and so far have really liked them all. The only issue we have had is our neighbors to the right have two large fluorescent bulbs on the outside of their garage that they leave on ALL night. This wouldn't be a problem except that our bedroom backs up to their garage and we have one bedroom wall that is nearly entirely a window. It's like daylight in our room. ALL FREAKING NIGHT. After hoping for the past month or so that they would turn if off, I finally decided just to ask them. Yesterday, I went over there, introduced myself, and very sweetly, in my best, most polite Jeni voice, I asked if they wouldn't mind too terribly much turning off the giant annoying NASA-grade lightbulbs they were blaring into our bedroom at ungodly hours. (Okay, maybe I worded it slightly more diplomatically.) His answer? NO. Not, "Gee, I'm sorry, let me see what I can do," or "Oh my! I had no idea I was being so overtly disrespectful. I had no idea you would want to sleep at night." Nothing. Just flat out NO.

He said his wife likes to keep it on at night in case she gets up in the middle of the night. Apparently, the giant bulbs from hell do a really good job of illuminating the house. No kidding. We've noticed. I suggested she get a simple night light and even offered to pay, but he wouldn't budge. He said his wife gets up a lot. What I wanted to say was, "Dude. They can see those lights from space. Try turning on a hall light or something." No. Not gonna happen. My wife needs THOSE lights.


Now I'm mad. If you know me well, then you know this is not good. He should be afraid. Very afraid. I managed to walk back to our yard without striking him, where I (loudly) announced to James what a mean… uh… jerk(?) he was being. I then (loudly) proceeded to outline – in plain English – how I would be reporting them to our HOA as they were breaking the "nuisance" code.

Must have worked… for now. The light was OFF last night. We shall see… stay tuned.

Is this a racial thing?

We got our first letter (not the good kind) from our HOA. It started out pleasant enough… Welcome to the neighborhood, blah blah blah. Then they informed us in no uncertain terms that we were (gasp!) using the wrong kind of trash bags. Apparently, only black trash bags are allowed in our neighborhood and were were using white ones. God forbid. Is this maybe taking uniformity to a new and ridiculous high? Hefty should sue. So… to keep the peace, even though I had already invested a healthy portion of our grocery budget to very nice white bags, I dutifully went out and purchased the black kind. Hopefully I have restored some sort of harmony to the universe.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Babies and Puppies...

We've had a fun couple weeks... busy, but fun! My sister delivered her first baby on the 13th. I am a very proud aunt! Baby Allie Brielle was 8.4 lbs and 20" long. She's a rolly polly butterball of love and I'm having a blast immersing myself in the world of pink, ruffles and hairbows. (I really need a daughter.)

I got my own "baby" this week when we finally brought our baby chocolate lab home! Little Scooby is 9 weeks old and just adorable! I'm hopeful that we don't have a "Marley" on our hands as he is not as destructive or rambunctious as I had anticipated. He only wakes up once a night to go outside and NEVER barks. What a good baby boy!!!

In this picture, I ran the vacuum and it scared Scooby so much, he climbed into the shoe pile to hide. Poor baby!

Arsty-Craftsy ME!

I guess it's no secret that my favorite place in the Bay Area was Chinatown. I LOVE me some Chinatown! I loved the ambiance, Chinatown Restaurant, the shopping, all of it! (Except for maybe the old man who played the weird instrument with two strings that sounded like a dying cat. No lie.) Besides my friends, obviously, Chinatown is the one thing about San Fran that I'm really going to miss. In three years, I made about 15 or more trips to the city just to shop in C-town. My jewelry collection rocks now, I have to tell ya.

Long story short, after three years of watching Andy, my favorite retailer, custom make my venetian glass necklaces right in front of me, I decided I can do that!!! So I found a wholesaler in China, ordered some materials, found some odds and ends locally, and presto! I made my first seven necklaces! I have tons more to make, so I'm not sure what to do with them all. I've thought about selling them and taking custom orders, and I'm sure I'll give some as gifts, but meanwhile, I'm having fun trying my hand at this. Let me know what you think!