Hi Kids,

Just watched Juno, not the city in Alaska, Juneau.  A movie that was released LAST year, and of which a borrowed copy of the DVD has been sitting in my living room, staring me in the face from the TV stand for at least TWO months.

And it wasn't bad.

Actually, it was delightful in the way that cute, quirky movies are where you wish you were as confident and smart (except for the whole unprotected sex brain-fart) and creative as the main character.  Seriously, the only thing that kept the suspension of disbelief from completely taking hold was the feeling that this 16 year old is so both confident/defensively sarcastic that you hope that no one in the world is that jaded at 16.  In order to have that special contradictory personality like Juno, doesn't one have to have at least made it through high school, jobs that have nothing to do with what you really love to do, oh if only you knew what that was, therapists and at least 2 failed relationships (or 1 really big failed relationship)???   It's just not that easy to be born that way; it takes a lot of hard work.

So, the 2 things I learned from watching Juno:

1.  I don't know what kind of girl I am but I like being a piece of furniture in your living room!
2.  When I do start looking for someone to share my life, I will remember to look for someone who thinks that the sun shines out of my ass and who is the cheese to my macaroni.

Ok, maybe that's 4 things.

Greetings and welcome to the 2 people out there who will read this entry.  Possibly, after reading my blather, you will stick around.  Possibly not. 

This is the difficult thing about posting and leaving it there for anyone to read.  I know nothing special.  I am here sitting in my apartment with my cat, and there is nothing I know that others haven't figured out by now.  My ancestors didn't bestow upon me their knowledge and learning of the world, nor did I learn from their experience.  Why read what I have to say? Who cares? (That is a rhetorical question, by the way).  

What I have found interesting, is that no matter what anyone else tells us, we still need to learn and experience things on our own.  When we are children and our mom tells us not to touch the stove because it is hot, who among us didn't try to touch it anyway?  We didn't learn what "hot" was because our mom said it was, but because we put our hand on it and it burned our fingers and that hurt like hell.  Because of this it is hard for us to not do the same things others have done before.  

Now that I have placed that caveat before you, let me introduce myself.  Why do I feel I even need a caveat?!? I have no idea...

I have a great sense of humor about myself and life in general; but can also be serious at the worst moments. I love meeting others and engaging in good conversations about almost anything.

Further, I am:
an NPR junkie; a coffee junkie; I knit and I do it in public; I love comedy; I like personal challenges, like in the last few years, I recently learned how to swim, play hockey, row, and am now taking rock climbing classes (a few of the hardest things I have ever learned to do). I want to learn how to quilt and spin yarn. I was thinking it would be fun to do some bike touring - I have always fantasized about biking along I-5 in Oregon and California or across Illinois (that may be better if it stays a fantasy). I love exploring Chicago neighborhoods and learning about Chicago history - I love the Geoffrey Baer specials on PBS. I also like relaxing at home and reading or watching a movie. I am not up on a lot of popular culture - for better or worse. And given all of the above, I am not necessarily a complete bore either, LOL. 

And I have found that I am usually missing the exact word I want to use at a specific moment and I wonder if it's because I am getting older, not in college anymore and so don't use the words as much or if I have a brain tumor.