Guess what?!! Brandon got a promotion today! So that now makes him Manager Hot Pants.
Yay for Brandon!! Yay for hot pants!!
Guess what?!! Brandon got a promotion today! So that now makes him Manager Hot Pants.
Yay for Brandon!! Yay for hot pants!!
The institution of Janelle and Brandon - the couple, started 4 years ago this month. I don’t have the energy to go into the whole story right now. My apologies if you’re one of the four people that doesn’t already know it. But 4 years ago, Brandon lived in Florida. I lived in Kansas. Our story involves a band, a cold Stitch (see below), the state of Ohio and a lot of phone minutes.
(take note of Brandon’s hot pants)
Here we are that first weekend:
And 4 years later - all good and married - with cats and longer hair and a house and a whole bunch of other stuff (including, but not limited to - one more Stitch doll for me). Don’t worry. Hot pants are still around.
I know the lyrics to Harvest Moon, Put on Your Old Gray Bonnet and Bicycle Built for Two (even the second verse). Working at a senior center, I sang them at least once a week.
I was just thinking about that, and it makes me wonder what songs we’ll be singing by the time I live in a skilled nursing facility. Just imagine with me for a second. You’re sitting in some sort of gathering room, you’ve got an afghan on your lap, you’re wearing bifocals and elastic waist band pants. The man sitting on your right was just wheeled in and the woman on your left finally made it there after after her 20 minute walk down the hall… unfortunately she just realized she left her teeth in her room. Someone just farted. No one says a thing or even reacts.
In walks a young thing with a guitar. It’s music time. And what shall we be singing today? How about Cherry Pie? or Smells Like Teen Spirit? or Milkshake? or even better yet… Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door?
Too much for you? Don’t worry. It’s 3 in the afternoon. Only one more hour till dinner.
This last Friday, I ate at a Lawrence favorite, the Mad Greek Restaurant with a couple of good friends. The Mad Greek has awesome food (I recommend the Gyro Salad… no olives, unless you’re a fan of nasty) and a great atmosphere.
We were enjoying lunch when one of my friends looked up to the painting above us (below) and said, “I bet she’s thinking, ‘Where are my marshmallows?’”

Feel free to insert you’re own caption if you’d like.
As you can see, my blog is no longer standing naked under the tree of knowledge of good and evil. My thanks to Brandon for giving me the fig leaf of a new style, and as you can see… it was he who brought the apple. I can’t be blamed for the sin of the world (maybe just a zip code’s worth).
For those that actually visit my blog, you may have noticed a slight change yesterday… a slight change that involved Turkish hackers taking over!!
It’s like I was that captain of that ship that got taken over by Somali pirates, except there wasn’t any water or ships or guns or seamen (insert 7th grade boy chuckle), but other than that… SAME THING!! Oh, and no Navy SEALS either.
But because of that, my blog has now been stripped of any style. It’s just a naked blog standing under the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Full. Of. Shame.
As God as my witness (and all of you) the tasty morsel will have style again!! Take that, Turkish hackers!
Brandon: I’ve got bad news.
Me: Oh yeah? What’s that?
Brandon: There is a new policy at work - no more bare feet.
Me: Ahhh… so you’re going to have to start wearing shoes?
Brandon: We can still wear sandals. We just can’t walk around barefooted.
Me: Does anyone besides you walk around barefooted?
Brandon: Every once in a while a couple of other people will.
Me: So they pretty much made a whole new policy just for you.
Brandon: Huh, I suppose so.
Jimmy Neutron: But dad, all my friends are going.
Mr. Neutron: I know son, but if all your friends were named Cliff, would you jump off them? I don’t think so.
Well, I jumped. I ran into Dave Pullin this morning, and he asked me why I hadn’t joined Twitter yet. I don’t remember the excuse I gave him, but I’m sure it was quite logical and well thought out. And then he said the words that brought logic to her knees, begging for mercy - “But even Dan’s on Twitter.” And down I went. So I guess that Dan is my Cliff (don’t worry, Clif, you’re still my single effed Clif).
With our email down for a good chunk of the morning, I took that opportunity to do the most responsible thing with my time - I joined the masses. So you can now find me on Twitter at janellegregory (creativity that threatens dozens).
In the article in the USA Today yesterday, it lists my age. That’s right. I’m…. (wait for it)…. (wait for it)…. 34!! *gasp*
I’ve never felt any shame about my age, but a couple of co-workers led me to believe that I should. In referencing the article, I heard, “I saw they listed your age” or “The only problem with it is that they listed your age.”
So, am I delusional? Should I feel embarrassed at 34? Is 34 the new 60? If so, who wants to go to the movies? I’ve got a senior discount!
I have always had younger friends, dated younger men and married one 7 years behind me (and even dated one a whole year behind him…. “Reeeeeoooow,” says the cougar ). And when any of them have attempted to bring up my age in a teasing manner (though few care or even know), my response has always been, “I’m beating you in the game of life. Who knows if you’ll even make it this far?”
So I celebrate these 34 years. I’ve earned every one of them… some more than others.
Today I’ve used up 8 more seconds of my 15 minutes of fame by being quoted in the USA Today. It’s in an article on the Britains’ Got Talent sensation, Susan Boyle. Last week, they were asking for quotes about what makes her such a hit, so I sent one in and they decided to run it. Not only that, but it got used in the headline - that was a fun surprise!
So what’s the quote? “Susan Boyle is a Disney movie waiting to happen.” Just look for yourself. Try to tell me that you don’t hear the soundtrack now (with the talking, dancing, singing squirrels in the background).

This is actually my third appearance in the USA Today. The first time was an article on what our DVD collections say about us. I’m a big believer in the theory that a person’s movie collection says volumes about them. I had to work hard to overcome Watson’s distaste of The Princess Bride. The second time was an article about how pantyhose need to kick the bucket - another topic that I have strong convictions about.
So with each of them taking 8 seconds or so to read, I’ve still got 14 minutes and 36 seconds to go. I’m thinking a late night talk show is in order.