Life and Times

2007-05-22T12:47:00.000-06:00

To say it's been a long time since I wrote would be... well, it would be accurate. A lot has happened. Nowadays, when you have a serious relationship with a girl, it's like there's just not enough time in the day! I'm speaking of course, of Marsha. I call her Marsha. She's from Cambodia and I got her through the internet. Her real name is something I can't pronounce. Something about "...injchin" or something like that. I tried to get the language a few times but gave up and we (Marsha and I) now have an understanding. An understanding that transcends "common-language."

I wrote a poem for Marsha when I picked her up from JFK:

My love from nether regions,
Who parts the air in flight.
Your people conquered legions,
You... my heart, without a fight.

In time we'll get to know each other,
Taking drives and making meals.
When cold, we'll hide 'neath cover(s),
Of blues and browns and teals.

Time was, when you and I were strangers,
When life hid us in other parts.
But now we've overcome the dangers;
Via Mastercard, you've touched my heart.

I have to run. More later!! :)

Rob

2007-02-19T09:37:00.000-07:00

2007-02-19T09:17:00.000-07:00

in·sane /ɪnˈseɪn/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[in-seyn] Pronunciation Key –adjective
1. not sane; not of sound mind; mentally deranged.
2. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a person who is mentally deranged: insane actions; an insane asylum.
3. utterly senseless: an insane plan.

Thanks

Jami

2006-12-12T09:05:00.000-07:00

CHRISTMAS... and foil
I can't believe it's already Christmas again! It's been a fast year! Somewhere along the way, I think I lost my innocence, too. Actually I lost that last year at the county fair. It happened when I realized the booth where you throw a softball at milk bottles is actually rigged. They put sand in the bottom of the bottles and weigh them down so that they won't fall over. I read about it at www.whythemilkbottlestaysup.com It's pretty cool. I spent $12 throwing balls before I figured that out. Now I'm so cynical. Cynical about milk bottles... and love.

It turns out we're drawing gifts for the family. I got Lucy but worse than that is knowing that my cousin Richard drew my name. I KNEW that would happen! Richard doesn't have a job. He makes jewelry out of gum wrappers and sells them at the bottom of the freeway off-ramp. "Business" hasn't been very good this year, either. I suppose it doesn't matter that my family put a $30 limit on the gift amount: I'm getting a twisted piece of foil, made into a bracelet. I hate Richard.

Thanks for reading,
Rob

2006-11-21T10:14:00.000-07:00

POWERS UNITE

I guess when you finally dump your trashy, cheating husband, you get new friends. And hair extentions.
What I want to know is how the F did Brittney lose the weight soo fast. Was it surgery? Was it protein shakes? Was it a different flavor of Muscle Milk than what I have? Whatever it was-it worked and I want some. Brittney-you dropped some lbs. and K-fed, but your horrible sense of style will never disappoint us. You said it best when you told Matt Lauer while chewing gum "We're country".
I was sorry to hear about Rob's disaster at the mall. How embarrassing. How humiliating. Hope the next one works out. I mean, he is a lawyer people.
Thanks-
Jami

2006-11-16T09:44:00.000-07:00

Cold Feet??

Well, that wasn't expected.
Someone must have gotten to her between setting up our meeting time and when she got my letter. I was tackled by three policemen when I walked up to the fountain. Angela was there, but standing behind the security guard's bullet proof glass. I couldn't see her expression... she was probably trying to talk to me but because she had her hand over her mouth, it was hard to tell. Apparently, I have to stay 500 yards from her at all times or something like that. I have to tell you, I'm confused by the mixed messages. I'm starting to think she's getting cold feet. I'm working on a letter that will hopefully explain my feelings to her... written in ketchup. She loves to have ketchup on her french fries. She also loves CSI. I don't know how to incorporate CSI in the letter though so I'm sticking with ketchup.

2006-11-16T09:36:00.000-07:00

EXCITED!!!
Well... you guessed it! I'm finally in love!! You will all be happy to know that I've met the butter to my bread, the cheese to my crackers, the egg to my nog. Only three weeks ago, I was over at her house, sitting across the street on my bike (just behind the hedge) at 3:54am, wondering, "when will she finally realize that it's me, me, me who will make her happy? I must make her realize that!!!" Oddly enough, just a few weeks, and several long letters later, she's agreed to meet me!! I just know she'll be happy with me!! It's not true that "Rob, you can't ask a girl to marry you by just writing 'marry me!!' 5,000 times in cursive, then spraying the letter with cologne!" Show's what my parents know! haha LMAO She finally agreed to meet me at the mall today, right by the fountain, and in front of the security desk. Only a fool wouldn't know that I've got the biggest plans for us!!! Anyway, I have to run but next time I write, it will be official! I'll be totally engaged!! I'd say wish me luck but when you have love, you don't need luck!! ;)

2006-11-03T10:12:00.000-07:00

Life and Times

Wow, I've never seen a guy cry that hard. It's like I feel bad for him. This is why I have a hard job sometimes.

2006-11-03T10:10:00.000-07:00

Life and Times

So, I guess by now all of you know I'm an attorney. It's hard being an attorney. There are a lot of pressures and you have a lot of people's lives hanging in the balance. I'm not going to sit here and say I'm as powerful or influential as George Washington in the revolutionary war but if I don't do my job right, people will probably die. Probably hundreds of them. I mean, you figure it out. I guess a lot of people have been asking me about how smart I am and stuff like that, because Im an attorney. It's weird. I don't feel better than other people even though I am an attorney. It's like sometimes, I feel just like one of you regular people. Sometimes I feel like I have a lot in common with other people. I'm laughing now because today as I was picked up by my driver, I saw a guy with no shirt and shoes walking across the street. The funny thing is that last week I had to go out on my back porch to check the alarm and I forgot my shoes and was only out there with stockings on my feet!! LOL It was sooo cold on my feet, I couldn't wait to get back inside!! LOL Next time I'll have one of the guys from that foreign country do that. They're more used to it than I am, probably. BRrrrr! Wow, it was sure cold! But I guess I really think people are all smart in their own way, that's all I'm saying.
Oh, I heard from my friend Braxton that Jami and Andre are finally engaged! Wow, that's awesome!! Andre is really good to her and the thing about him is, he doesn't cheat on her or that other girl at ALL. I just respect that in a guy. Apparently, he travels most weeks and has a lot of really "busy stuff" going on involving his "work" in Des Moines and all that stuff involving that other phone that he talks to some woman on in private. I remember one time, Jami aksed him "why are you always taking those calls in another room and who is the woman's voice I hear on that phone?" He got soooo mad, and was all yelling in Italian and stuff and his face was all red!! When he threw that fire poker at Jami and it landed right next to Jami's Crock Pot, it was so funny! Andre's always doing funny stuff like that! He cracks me up!

Anyway, I'm supposed to go fire some guy... so, I have to stop blogging but hey, at least I'm not him! hahaha LMAO!!!

So, take care,

Rob

2006-11-02T22:00:00.001-07:00

I just tried to call Rob to tell him the good news. He didn't answer. I left a voicemail. It's only midnight there. Oh sorry....you're a "lawyer" so you need some "sleep". Whatever.
Rob-What's your prob?
-Jami

2006-11-02T17:06:00.000-07:00

ENGAGED

Andre came over the other day and proposed! It was amazing. He did it with one of those candy bar posters-where you use candy bars as words. Like..you're worth "100 GRAND". It was soo cute. It said stuff like "Don't "SNICKER", but I'm asking you to marry me", "You are my "SUGAR BABY" and "Please don't "ROLO"-over and die."

I mean it was really thoughtful. I didn't cry right away because I was eating a Twix-but later, I did. For hours.

We haven't decided on the honeymoon yet. We were thinking maybe a peace mission or something like that where we could work or dig all day in the hot sun. You know, something that will make us feel good telling a lot of people about.

It pays to have perseverance and patience. Because you get what you want sooner or sometimes later but you have patience to wait for that perserverance.
Thanks
Jami

2006-10-10T19:04:00.000-06:00

Life and Times
It's been a while since I blogged. I was thinking about the last time I blogged and I spelled this guy's name wrong. I really screwed up tonight. It's actually Neitzche, not Nietzche.

I guess it doesn't matter anymore. I wish I could edit that last blog though, and change the spelling. I'd put an e before the i so that it's spelled the right way, instead of it being spelled the wrong way with the i before the e. I guess there's nothing I can do about that.

I wish I hadn't hit "save" without looking over my blog. That's twice today that I've done that.

2006-10-10T18:59:00.000-06:00

Life and Times
Just reading Nietzche and had to put it down for a moment to get my thoughts out. There's always time for philosophy, however, there isn't always time to blog.

So, I was going to write about Nicole Richie but Jami kind of took the wind out of my sails. Jami does that a lot. She put water in my gas-tank, too but she said that's because she thought there was smoke coming out of my exhaust and wanted to put a fire out. Maybe that was an honest mistake, after all. I don't know. She lies, sometimes.

Anyway, a lot has been said about what kady-did. I think it's been blown out of proportion. The thing about emails is; once you hit send, man... it's gone. Sometimes... I wish I hadn't hit send so quickly. I guess I've realized that making fun of people is something you really have to be careful about. I think it's rude if they find out what you've been saying.

Wow... I feel asleep there. It's already 8:52 pm and when I looked at this five minutes ago, it was 8:47 pm.

Thanks-
Rob

2006-10-10T12:48:00.000-06:00

Today is Tuesday. I have good and bad news.
The good news is Paris and Nicole have reconciled.
The bad news is Rob accidentally sent an email to Kady instead of me, saying that she and her soon to be husband should not reproduce, etc.
Oh ya, and I'm tired.
Thanks-
Jami

2006-10-06T00:43:00.000-06:00

So I just called Rob. He didn't answer. I did leave a voicemail. It's like 2:30 a.m. or something there. But I mean, I'm sure he's still on Utah time. (MST)
Today was really enlightening. I am learning a lot about myself and what I am capable of. Trials do make us stronger. And so does Muscle milk. I have the chocolate kind. Sometimes I drink it. Rob still hasn't called back. I should probably call a few more times.
Thanks
-Jami

2006-09-24T14:49:00.001-06:00

I just received a text from Rob calling me a "jerk".
-Jami
p.s.-Kady is back in Beijing, China. It's really complicated. You wouldn't understand. I mean because a lot of it is in Chinese.

2006-09-24T14:22:00.000-06:00

Rob is gone. He left. I'm not sure why he left. Some say it was because he needed a job. Others say it was because of the meth. Personally, I think it was to escape memories. Memories of a 3 day weekend of laughing, listening to music, fellow music lova, and making out hard core. I'm not going to mention any names-and the following picture was edited to protect the identity of the individual.
But I think that may be why he left.
Thanks
Jami

2006-09-23T17:43:00.000-06:00

Life and Times I'm back. I do a lot of writing these days: poetry mostly. Two days ago, when I was walking up by the Lincoln Memorial, I put pen to paper to write another poem. I'd like to share it now but I used that paper to put my gum in then forgot which paper it was and ended up throwing it away.

It was a good poem about the grass and how water makes things grow. There was this one part in it that went: "...about trees, this is what the artist sees." Something like that with rhyming.

Thanks,
Rob

2006-09-23T16:43:00.000-06:00

Life and Times I just read my friend's last blog: I have to use the bathroom.

2006-09-23T11:21:00.000-06:00

Some things have been said about my lack of blogging. I don't remember the exact statement, but I know the word "Bitch" was used. Would a "bitch" volunteer at the hospital, or feed the homeless? NO! I mean, I haven't done those things either-but it's not like I wouldn't. I mean I would if I had to. If like lives depended on it. And I got paid.
Thanks
Jami

2006-09-19T08:16:00.000-06:00

Life and Times So, I think this is where you blog your feelings and what's on your mind. Well, I'm in DC now and it's lonely and cold and people are mean. I just don't know if people here like me. All I feel is their cold stare. I walk the streets, listen for the familiar footsteps of friends I knew but all I hear is the sound of people hitting the ground after they've been mugged and beaten up. It's hard to walk around them because when they fall, they are unconcious and they don't have any way of controlling where they fall. A lot of times they fall right in front of where I'm walking and I have to step over them or wait for the police or family members to pick them up and haul them away to their homes. I wonder sometimes if they'll have headaches when they wake up. Probably.

So, anyway... I think it's a good city, though: if you like the constant "thud" of people hitting the pavement. I don't mind it acutally. I listen to my IPOD a lot and then I don't hear it.

It's kind of funny... just sitting around watching pig-practice with your life.

Well, the foreman just blew the whistle. Time for our smoking breaks. I don't smoke but will probably fake it with a piece of licorice so that I can get the time away from the sewing machine. These 16 hour days are wearing on me.

2006-02-27T23:30:00.000-07:00

Furniture

It's on my mind. I don't have any. Rob has quite a bit now. It's pretty nice.
I've been looking online a lot for deals. Craigslist has a wide variety of shit that people are trying to pawn off onto the rest of us. No-I don't want your mattress from 1965 that is looking for "a loving home". Nor do I want your used diseased ridden love sac. And about the "OBO"- My "Best Offer" on your wagon wheel coffee table is $1.00.
I went to D.I.. I found a pretty ok rug but it had dog hair all over it. Price? $100. Uh...is this right? Ok-cause I thought this price tag said $100 for a dog hair rug.
In China-furniture is so cheap and amazing. You have to spend time there to understand.
Thanks
Jami

2006-01-01T03:33:00.000-07:00

It's not that I don't think animals should live, I do. I really think we can all share this planet. I even think people from other countries should be able to live here, too. When I was talking to my "friends" at the party tonight, people took what I said out of context. I just wanted to clear it up. I never said we should put everyone in cages who doesn't agree with me. Real "friends" wouldn't take that out of context (Phillip and Madrigeannie). I try to talk about something besides soccer and inject some sophistication about social issues and people just don't want to stretch their minds a little bit. Whatever... for the record, I gave part of my sandwich to a homeless woman and on Tuesday, I left the lower patty of my Big Mac near a dog on South Temple. So, who's "out of touch with what really matters in this world" now, Rebecca? Some people are just so harsh. I'm tired... I hope to see you guys at Dan's "Canadian Theme Party" Monday night. You guys are the best!
-Rob

2006-01-01T01:54:00.000-07:00

I f-ing love horses. I took riding lessons last year and it was heaven. If you've never ridden a horse..you wouldn't understand...but those of you that have...you get it.
I feel the happiest when I am riding a horse.
I was unhappiest when I was thrown off a galloping horse named "Toby" in 8th grade. He was a bastard.
I want a horse. I want happiness. I want the dogs next door to stop barking every time a snowflake hits the ground.
Happy New Year.
-Jami

2005-12-31T20:10:00.000-07:00

It's hard to bear your soul to people who don't have one themselves. So, I drove around tonight and looked at all the Christmas decorations that are still up. Comercialization at its best. Where did the true meaning of Christmas go? I'll tell you where... it got caught on an unfriendly piece of jagged brick, inside of someones chimney. What we got instead was a man in red, covered with soot: the dirt and layers of forgetfulness that has changed St. Nicholas's crimson coat to an ugly gray. Gray like our mixed up identity and significant history. Merry Christmas you say? I'll believe that when I can retrieve that piece of Christmas past from inside of some child's chimney.
-Rob

2005-12-29T23:36:00.000-07:00

It's still Rob's Birthday.
Today was complicated.
-J

2005-12-29T13:13:00.000-07:00

Today is Rob's Birthday. It's a pretty good day. It's windy though.
Thanks
-Jami