Plain Jane

Key that could have saved the Titanic

Labels: Titanic

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 10:40 AM | Permalink | Comments

Yup.... Yesterday was my first day back in school for this semester. YES. I am 28 years old and still working toward my bachelors degree. Pretty sad...

I found out that I only really have 6 classes left and then I CAN GRADUATE!!! FINALLY!!! So, I am cramming 3 classes into my schedule so I can JUST BE DONE WITH THIS ALREADY!!!

I am going to be a stressed out mess until mid-December.

I should now apologize to EVERYONE that knows me. I will either totally ignore you, or I will be a wreck anytime you come into contact with me.

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 3:56 PM | Permalink | Comments

To A Husband


This is to the crown and blessing of my life,
The much loved husband of a happy wife;
To him whose constant passion found the art
To win a stubborn and ungrateful heart,
And to the world by tenderest proof discovers
They err, who say that husbands can't be lovers...

- Anne Kingsmill Finch


Happy Birthday my love!

Labels: Ryan

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 12:01 AM | Permalink | Comments

Things I am tired of in blogs:


1)
Staircase Drawers



This was really an interesting concept the first 50 gazillion times I've seen it in a blog. It just KEEPS COMING BACK!!! UGH!

2) Amy Butler



I do not understand why people think she is the end all be all. Her stuff is just like everyone elses. And in my opinion... not very cute anyway. She not the next best thing since slice bread.

3) Runaway clock



Yes... Yes... we all know of your problem getting up in the morning. I don't want to see this clock EVER AGAIN.


4) Ratatouille



Yes, I know a movie came out that featured this dish. But please... Does EVERYONE now have to make it?

5)"I heart"



Please.. Please.... Just say you love something, or that you adore it.

Here is a thesaurus

"I heart"


Here are some things to make you not hate me so much right now.

Cuteable

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Cute Overload

Labels: Rant

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 11:05 AM | Permalink | Comments

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
—Mark Twain


I feel like I have always had the travel bug. I LOVE to go to interesting places and see all the things that I have read about in books. I am one of those crazy people who listen captively to docents at historical sites and stare upward and gawk at architecture in the middle of the sidewalk in a busy city.

Maybe I am feeling a little caged due to finances and obligations, but I am longing for a ramble in a glamorously foreign place. I find myself thinking about diverse locations and thinking of all that I would want to see and experience.

Then comes the reality of one income, 2 students, and I have to push that fancy to "2 years from know", "maybe when I graduate", "DEFINITELY before kids", etc. I don't want to turn into that person who looks back later at all that I could have done and didn't. I want to get out there and see things!


“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”
–St. Augustine

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 10:44 AM | Permalink | Comments

This is put so elequently at Crazy Dust in My Coffee. I hope it helps many of the extroverts in my life understand that I am not a snob.

Introversion

"Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts."

~ Jonathan Rauch


I am an introvert.

This means that I prefer to be by myself. It’s not that I can’t or won’t talk with other people, it’s just that to recharge my batteries I need lots of time away from people. In solitude and quiet self-reflection. Alone.

This does not mean that I am weird or strange. It just means that I process information differently than extroverts do. Introverts think then speak, while extroverts think while speaking. It’s that simple.

This does not mean that I don’t care about others. It just means that hearing about the details of day-to-day existence for someone else tires me, so I don’t clamor to hear about someone else's life. Hence, you’ll get very few phone calls and very little chitchat from me. People wear me out.

This does not mean that I never socialize and that I am shy. It just means that I prefer smaller groups of people over larger groups of people. When faced with parties and big church-y events I tend to fade into the background and/or get very quiet because I feel uncomfortable with all the movement and shallow talking that is going on around me. I get tired.

And finally, this does not mean that I am aloof or haughty. It just means that I look at things more deeply and then measure my words more slowly than extroverts. In reality, I’m the flexible, independent, responsible, creative and reflective soul who sits on the curb watching the parade go by, cheering the extroverts on, trying to make sense of it all. . . and wondering when I’ll be able to get back home to recharge.

Labels: Introvert

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 10:47 AM | Permalink | Comments

Yup! I was there last night. It was a fabulous moment.



It was amazing! We sat in the "nosebleeds" directly behind homeplate. I think it was the perfect spot to see all the action.

Every time Barry was up to bat you could feel the excitement as every stood in anticipation. The camera flashes! Oh! So many cameras!

When Barry hit THE ball, I watched it go further into the field and finally come down in the bleachers. The SOUND was overwhelming! Everybody was standing and screaming. Banners came flowing down from the beside the scoreboard. Fireworks started going off from a boat in McCovey Cove. Black and orange streamers shot out from the stands.
I clapped so hard and so long that my palms were red and basically numb. The excitement didn't stop for 15+ minutes!

The one bad part about the whole scene was some idiot jumped onto the field and security wrestled him to the ground behind 2nd base. Why did someone have to go a ruin the moment? Not only for Barry, but for the fans too? I hope that guy gets a bigger fine than usual.

I was also disappointed to find out that it was a New Yorker wearing a Mets Jersey that got the 756 ball. ARG!

One other tidbit of information...

Mike Bacsik (the pitcher for the Nationals who pitched Barry's home run) is the son of the pitcher who gave Hank Aaron HIS 755 homer!

Oddly, Bacsik's dad, Mike Sr., pitched to Aaron when Hammerin' Hank had 755 home runs. "That is truly amazing," Mike Sr. told the Associated Press before Tuesday's game. "At the time, I just knew it was the great Hank Aaron. I wasn't thinking about the fact he had 755 home runs.

Labels: Baseball

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 9:25 AM | Permalink | Comments

There is finally a piece of furniture that displays my Tetris obsession!

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 1:14 PM | Permalink | Comments

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 2:35 PM | Permalink | Comments

No! Not THAT kind of poo! SHAMpoo!

I am going to take the plunge. I got the inspiration from Annika at dove mi porta il cuore.

My hair has a tendency toward the greasy side. It is also very fine. Not thin... Just fine. I wash my hair EVERYDAY because I feel that, otherwise, it is a disgusting grease ball that can only be pulled back into a ponytail. I have also noticed that my hair would like to be wavy. Because of the products and procedures I do it, it ends up being strait and a little frizzy.

I am truly hoping that this new "no poo" method will give me the hair that I feel is under there somewhere. It just makes SO much sense to me! I ALWAYS wondered how back in the day, women would wash their hair once a week or so. I thought they must have looked disgustingly greasy by hair-washing day.

I undoubtedly have a few yucky days ahead, but I think I may be able to push on past that and get the hair that I really want.

Here are some links for information:

Hair from Annika
NaturalWhy You SHould Go No 'Poo
All About the No Poo Method
The No Poo Method

Posted by ~Plain Jane~ at 12:44 PM | Permalink | Comments