Monthly Archives: January 2011

Coming Out: Wait Was I In?

So, if you know much of anything about blogs and bloggers then you’ve probably read, or at least heard of, The Bloggess.  Hysterical, majorly kooky, borderline offensive, flat out raging provocateur.  That shit gets real, so be forewarned if you are of delicate constitution.  I could write an ode to this woman.  Hellion though she may be, she is also a  major humanitarian and supreme magical Christmas diva as evidenced by this post and this one.  I’m telling you, she will make you wish you were mentally ill.

I’m writing about The Bloggess today because I am one of her faithful minions and because I’m fairly certain that you get ejected from Blogsville if you are not, but mainly because she is joining in on Michael Kimber‘s Come Out Campaign.  The purpose being to bring mental illness out into the light of day, y’all.  Ease up on the stigma, promote understanding and all that jazz.  Bad mojo goes down when we try to keep it all inside.  People get shot up, children get drowned in cars by mothers, and many, many people kill themselves.  This is Jenny’s Coming Out post.  In it you will hear a bit about the absolutely heart rending, life changing, horrendous experience that Lori suffered(is still suffering) through.  Maybe we can prevent more of these situations, things, experiences(the words do not hold the weight of it) from happening.

It’s no surprise to anyone who knows me, and not really a surprise even on this blog as evidenced by this post.  I have never held back anything about my hospitalizations, medications or rehab stint.  But in solidarity, I’m going back in and coming out anew.

Stuff I Starred Saturday

So I am not much for posting on the weekends as I don’t get too much time with my hubbers during the week when we are in Portland.  But I also loathe that long 48 without new content on my Google Reader, so I thought I’d spread some link lovin’ and let you in on what I found star-worthy on my reader this week.  

Happiness is…Rainbow Pancakes!

Dessert Duos

I fucking love you people

Pirate Valentines

Chocolate Toffee Shortbread Bars

Fat Friday: I Passed on the Eggs, Yo

So this week was still hard and I was still hungry, but I am getting back into the groove of the Weight Watchers machine.  I am bulking up with fruits and veggies, I am combining my lean protein with whole grains, I am on the fing ball, people.  I even chose a lesser points laden dessert last night over the vanilla scented manna from heaven that is Cadbury Mini Eggs.  I have been sitting on that little bag for almost a week!

I did not meet my goal of starting to work out.  Excuses include:  I was in Houston for the week, I don’t have any workout clothes, I am a lazy beast and I don’t wanna.  But I did obtain a new pair of running shoes and an app for that.  That being Couch to 5K, beezies.  I have been inspired by one particular member of my Ptown homies – the Mamas group.  She has lost 50 lbs, y’all!  And she has been running her butt off even with a little rapscallion of her own and a job.  You are rocking it out, A!  Plus one of my bloggy crush girls, Big Mama, is off the couch and onto the 5K too, so bonus inspiration.  So my new goal for this week is to start Couch to 5K and we’ll see if I make it through the week without some time spent on a ventilator.

Oh, BTW, did I tell you…


Down 2.2, 6.60 thus far.  Here is some inspirational music to pump you up courtesy of Daniel-san.  Happy weekend, peeps!

You Might Want to Take a Step Back or You Might Get Cut

Have I told you about my current living arrangements?  I have?  Well, excuse me, but I am not able to access the information being stored in my gray matter at the moment due to an utter fail of a good nights sleep.  Let me give you a little background remind to refresh my own mind a bit – down south looking for work, husband’s at home with the cat and the house and the rain, staying with awesome sister and family.  What I may not have mentioned is that I am sharing a room with my two year old.  So, super duper.

I love my kid to the dwarf planet previously know as a planet and back, but I do not love this arrangement.  I need sleep.  Like probably at least 9 hours a night.  I long for sleep.  I lust for it.  But, in true self saboteur form, I love the nightlife and like to boogie on the ‘nets or with a book into the late, late.  These needs do not mesh well on a good day and sleeping in a room with a restless baby rolling and scooting and thrashing + crib with slats too far apart to keep a binky from falling through = less than stellar sleep sessions.  Then, just for bleeps and giggles, let’s throw in a demonic 2:20am shriek from said baby requiring said mama, blind as a bat without glasses, to crawl around on the floor of the dark room searching for said binky by the light of her iphone.  And let’s throw some more on the fiery goodness and have the baby stay up singing and turning the closet light on and off for the next two hours.  Because it’s the only thing he can reach from the prison bed in which he sleeps.  And because he wants to see how far he can take it.  And let’s not forget that the baby then wakes up for good a full 45 minutes before normal and proceeds to noisily throw each toy he was given to play with as a bribe for respite down the crack between his crib and the wall. 

So, yeah.  Here’s a list of my Top Ten Sleep Plz songs.  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

1.  Sleep Don’t Weep  -  Damien Rice

2.  Get Some Sleep  -  Bic Runga

3.  I’m Only Sleeping  -  The Beatles

4.  Who Needs Sleep?  -  The Barenaked ladies

5.  No Sleep Til Brooklyn  -  The Beastie Boys

6.  When You Sleep  -  Cake

7.  City of Sleep  -  Great Northern

8.  No Sleep Tonight  -  The Faders

9.  Sleeping In  -  The Postal Service

10.  Sleeping in the Devil’s Bed  -  Daniel Lanois

Top Ten Things I Love About Portland

So because I am still in the in between place, this purgatory of should I stay or should I go, I often find myself ruminating on the merits and disadvantages of life in the City of Roses.  During said ruminations I typically find yet another thing of greatness that can be found in Stumptown which includes the new IFC show Portlandia.  In its honor and for all the unsung Ptown weirdos, here’s a list of things to love.

10.  Saint Cupcake – There are several local cupcake bakeries in the metro area, but this is my particular fave.  I l-o-v-e their Vanilla with Vanilla Buttercream and could subsist on those alone for at least a week.  However they also have many other varieties to satiate every palate and, of course, feature several vegan choices daily.  There is a weekly menu on their website so that you can plan your trip accordingly.

9.  The International Test Rose Garden in May/June – Tourists looking for a photo op and Portlanders playing disc golf or hackey sack mingle among the rows of gorgeous flowers to enjoy every drop of the sun as only one recovering from the gloom of a North Western winter/spring really can.  The ever magnificent Mt. Hood sits next to the downtown skyline and provides the view that sums up Portland to me.  Make sure you go to the Garden Store and try the Rose Tea, really different and pretty delicious.  Makes a nice gift too.

8.  The Roseland Theater is the favorite music venue of my husband and I.  We have seen quite a few shows there and it has an intimate atmosphere while standing up acoustically.  Be prepared old fogies, standing room only on the floor level.  There is a small balcony area with seating, but you have to get there pretty early to get those coveted seats.  Suck it up and get down and dirty on the floor closer to the action.  Your knees may not love you for it, but your ears and soul will.  My husband saw Muse there and will never be able to stop talking about it for the rest of his life, despite us seeing them again at the Theater of the Clouds and the Rose Garden.

7.  Deschutes Brewery- Yeah people, I know Deschutes is a Bend brewery, but I am from Portland and their pub is the one of which I speak.  Highly.  The have consistently great seasonal beers in addition to their trued and trues.  The Vanilla Port I had there several years ago was likely the best beer I have ever tasted and I lust for it from time to time.  Why, oh why was it so short lived?   They also had or have a spelt hefeweizen that rocked it out.  The food is tasty – elevated pub style.  You will live to regret it if you don’t get the spicy mac and cheese, it is out of this world good.  Go there and eat it right now, people.  You will thank me.

6.  McMenamins  – If you think this list is food-centric, you must understand two things about me.  First, food = life, love and the pursuit of happiness.  Second, I am hungry, people!  So let me entice you with promises of crispy, salty, spicy lumps of golden goodness – Cajunized Tots, baby.  Dunk ‘em in ranch, they are what most pub fare aspires to be.  And they also have many lovely seasonal ales, but Ruby is the solid choice here.  Made with raspberry puree this light and crisp is Oregon born and bred. 

The thing about McMenamin’s is the atmosphere is as alluring as the food and while I am partial to the Imbrie Hall location, they all have something cool and different to offer.  The Kennedy School offers lodging in original classrooms, a soaking pool and a brewery, but I am all about the Mommy Matinee in their movie theater.  Mommies, and a surprising amount of daddies, can watch new-ish movies while their babies nurse, sleep or play on the big, comfy couches.  Crying and tantrums totally accepted and understood.  They also serve food.  And beer.  Ahh.  The Crystal Ballroom is another favorite music venue of ours.  I love the way the building shakes when the music is thumping and the crowd is rowdy fueled by a Ruby or two.  If you’re looking for the spirit of Ptown it’s likely found in some McMenamins joint.

5.  Excalibur Comics -  When I moved to Portland from New York I emailed Brian Michael Bendis and asked for a comic book store recommendation and this little store was it.  Yes, he emailed me back because that’s how he rolls even though most of his time is spent writing 94.7% of all current Marvel Comics and a few others thrown in for good measure.  BTW?  How I roll is to have that email from BMB in a Save Forever folder in my Gmail.  Like a cucumber, I am.  Now, Excalibur is a comic book store like any other old school shop, but it’s run by a woman and you gotta know that makes it rad.  There is also a camaraderie and lack of(or minimal amount of, anyway) Comic Book Guy pretense and derision.  Actually, not a trace of derision.  The occasional trace of pretense.  Or maybe that was me.  And did I mention BMB has a pull list there?  Because I have a pull list there.  Which means we’re pretty much bff.  Or will be in due time.  

Not only does Portland have this stellar comic book shop, but is also home to Dark Horse Comics and Oni Press.  And produced not only BMB, but Beverly Cleary, Chuck Palahniuk, Matt Groening, Gus Van Sant and Sleater-Kinney.  Oh, and several contestants on the Biggest Loser.  So totes rad.

4.  94.7 KNRK-  Every city has at least one alternative radio station, but they don’t always personify the soul of a city in the way that this station does.  They’re sorta grungy, definitely liberal, slightly nerdy and they totally rock.  KNRK has the whole finger on the pulse thing down and they sponsor several sellout I Saw Them When shows at the Crystal Ballroom throughout the year for bands on the brink of blowing up.     

Gustav is my auditory crush, his 80′s New Wave plays speak to my nostalgic soul.  Plus he hosts the Widmer Brothers Perfect Playlist where anyone of the unwashed masses can email 5 songs with some sort of theme and be featured on air explaining their picks while the songs are played.  Yes, I have submitted a Perfect Playlist which to my deep chagrin was not chosen.  Perhaps one day I will take another run at it.

3.  Children’s activities -  Portland is a wonderland for children in the glorious summer and fall months and gets decidedly less awesome when the gloom of the rainy season settles into your bones.  There are some pretty spectacular bright spots of sunshine in the Children’s Museum, OMSI, Playdate PDX, Out of This World Pizza and Pump It Up are in our regular rotation where we are at home.  And since we are Beaverton residents, we are members of the astounding THPRD(parks and rec) which offers everything from enrichment classes to open time at their gyms and pools to playtime drop in hours in a gym filled with ride on toys, balls and other assorted toys.  All of this entertainment is available at rock bottom prices and at several different locations throughout Beaverton.  All of these fantastic offerings are made even more astonishingly awesome when you get to participate in them alongside the greatest group of funny, honest, real mamas and the cutest, most brilliant babies anywhere up or down the left coast.   

2.  Blue/Green State -  Having lived in many, many states over my life thus far I have experienced a wide variety of what America has to offer.  For the past 15 years I have lived in (in order of longest to shortest time lived in) New York, Oregon, Montana, California, Idaho, Washington and Arizona.  Three of those are considered red states, although I lived in Bozeman, MT which is mos def liberal due to being a college town and due to the large influx of Californians and actors.  Arizona was where I did my halfway house stint after rehab and my world was AA, NA and CA meetings and the folk that frequent such meetings.  Idaho was a place that I was destined to leave. 

So after all that blue state time, coming back to Texas was a cold glass of water in the face.  It has made me appreciate my people in Portlandia with all of your tattoos, your piercings, your extreme leftist political leanings, your blase attitudes towards politics, your love of locally sourced, direct trade, vegetarian/vegan-ism.  Your food carts, your micro brews, your micro roasts.  Your limits on urban sprawl, your high housing prices and crazy HOA fees.  Your extensive recycling programs, your bicycle accessibilty, the Max.  Your strip clubs and your yoga centers.  For all this and more, Portland, I heart you.  I heart you, big time.   

1.  My husband – My grumpy, silly, big, strong man of a husband resides in Ptown.  He is neither betwixt nor between, but firmly planted there.  He builds sleeping environments for the cat, thrives on a diet of beef jerky, Coke and that horrible cheese that comes in a mother of a can at Costco.  He will tell you horror movies aren’t scary anymore, but he will fashion some sort of jamming device for the door when he sleeps alone in the house.  Which is often these days.  He mocks my television habit as a waste of time.  He prefers to waste his time in front of his computer.  Or a video game.  He cleaned the house from top to bottom before we came home last time.  He teaches our son to dance.  To good music.  He’s my number one.

Top Ten {Tuesday}

Check out the other terrific Top Ten Tuesday lists hosted by the lovely Oh Amanda, you won’t regret it!

I went to Houston and all I got was this lousy pedicure

Actually it was an awesome pedicure.  Signature Nail Spa in Champions, ask for Jenny.  The massage was long lasting and amazing, the massage chair had a shoulder/neck setting and I ended up with spirit toes.  Not sure how that came about, but this is Texas y’all.  Big hair and sparkly appendages are kinda a gimme.  But you know I’ma keep it real.  Those Texas toes sit on Portland feet.  Respek. 

And actually what I got was to hang out with my awesome dad and his lovely wife.  Bubs loved every minute of the visit.  He commanded that Papa D sit next to him and every time he was out of sight called his name repeatedly as only a toddler can.  There were parks and walks and Scrabble and meals that said toddler refused.  Good times were had by all.  Happy Monday, y’all.  Only four more days til the weekend.

Fat Friday Weigh In

I have been sweating it out this week worrying that I would disappoint at this weigh in and have to emblazon my shame upon this page. I was concerned that the tiny amount of food I was ingesting would still somehow manage to make me gain 9 pounds like Don and Dan this week on Biggest Loser. What up, gentlemen? I understand having a hard week, but 9 freaking pounds?! Each?! I was astonished at that number. I had your back Black Team.

I was hungrier than usual this week although I ate often. Healthy food just doesn’t seem to stick to you the way that pizza, pasta and dessert do. Perhaps that’s the point, hmm? I did not have one kernel of Nerds, but I enjoy many butterscotch disks and Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches. I also found a new salty treat in Salt and Pepper mini bags of popcorn. 3 points and a bit of a bite. Yummers.

If you can’t recall my weight from last week you’re gonna have to click back and find it because I am not saying it again. But I will give you my own personal new digits.



I was Promised Sunshine Dammit

I am unable to think or type today due to the deep freeze that has settled into North Texas.  Um, pretty sure I should be walking around in shorts, y’all.  I mean, this IS Texas.  I wanted to link to my girls Northern State song Summer Never Ends since it makes me all warm and toasty picturing rocking the warmer months wit my gurlz, yo.  But, alas, no videos of said song exist.  So enjoy this instead, because NSB is rad.  Be warned:  video may contain explicit (and f-ing HI-larious) language.