What Would Jen Do

Archive for November, 2007

here is your new favorite christmas song.   that’s a link,  this layout doesn’t like to show you links.

i put up some of my x-mas decorations but then fizzled out and stopped, and it’s pretty much good enough.  these are new, they light up and there are little people inside the house.  my camera didn’t want to take a ‘dark’ picture.

see.

my house smells like a christmas tree because that febreze holly berries means business.   that’s another link

yesterday i did something i’ve never done before.  i drove myself thru one of those car washes where you don’t get out.   i’m not afraid of them, i just get weirded out trying new things like that, and what if i get stuck!!!?? and then remembered i’m 33 years old and it’s pretty stupid to be weirded out by a car wash.   all bets are off when it comes to fast food drive thrus, i’m still not hip to that.

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Ok so i think i need to spend even MORE time cleaning.

Tomorrow is my last day of vacation. I’ve haven’t really left the house for a few days, my knees have been hurting (new shoes for working out and new workout) and i’ve been stuck at home because walking around just hurts too much. I am going CRAZY. staying at home all day is apparently not for me. I need to get out. I feel very frustrated and basically stir crazy. tomorrow i am going to leave the house, no matter how much it hurts. my last two long weekends haven’t really worked out for me. this time my old knees and feeling like i am literally going crazy, last time i got kind of sick.

right now i’m just laying around eating and that doesn’t help matters.

i did manage to go grocery shopping on saturday morning, but i had to leave because the static was insane. literally, my hair was standing straight up, even after i tied it back. it was way too stressful for me. i heard other people make the shocky noises as they reached for things, but no one else had hair issues. i even went into the bathroom and re-wet my already wet hair, and no dice. so i abandoned cart and went home to change my shoes and shirt, went to a different grocery store and everything was fine. now i’m afraid to go back there.

today is my momma’s birthday. i got her a vacuum that she’ll probably never use but asked for anyway. if anyone asks for cleaning supplies, i oblige. of course.

if anyone finds any pumpkin ale from buffalo bills brewery, (that’s a link) get it. i’ll pay you back.

I can totally out drink all yous guys.

It would take 16291 bottles of O’Douls to kill me

also, i am putting this one up here just so my boyfriend will take it. I’m expecting a 100% from him.

42% Geek

i thought i’d be worth more, but no such luck

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but look how nicely this quiz matches the rest of my blog.

I loves this commercial, it’s just like my work.

pssssst that’s a link.

He got a new quilt and tonight they are having steaks, cooked to order.  

The place where I had my first date (it was a date, get over it) with my boyfriend was torn down.

Of all the quirky dives that once called Tempe home, there was only one with a Beer in the Face Club.

That was good ol’ Bandersnatch, where people actually paid waitresses to commit the greatest alcohol foul of all time.

The iconic brew pub came to life in 1975, the brainchild of five friends who either made or salvaged just about everything that went into the bar. It was dark, gritty. A mass of brick and weathered wood meant to look like a Middle Earth watering hole.

It even had a fantastical name, based on a character in Lewis Carroll’s poem Jabberwocky.

For nearly three decades, Bander, as it affectionately came to be known, was one of Tempe’s most popular hangouts. Everyone, from Arizona State University students to police officers to seasoned townies, mingled in those meager digs at Fifth Street and Forest Avenue.

It had a laid-back vibe. A sand volleyball court. And beer. Lots of glorious, handcrafted beer, produced in-house at one of the state’s first microbreweries.

If walls could talk, they would tell stories that could make the most frumious of Bandersnatches blush. It was just that kind of place.

But the heralded Bander eventually lost its appeal. Some blame it on the smoking ban. Others the weak economy following the Sept. 11 attacks.

Still others say Bander and its compatriots couldn’t compete with the chain stores and swanky new developments that flooded into the Mill Avenue District.

Whatever it was, people stopped voting with their feet.

Bandersnatch untapped its kegs in late 2003. It opened for a few game days last year but then went back behind lock and key.

Now, the walls are tumbling down to make way for an 11-story Marriott Residence Inn and parking garage.

It’s easy to mourn such a passing. Bander was one of the last surviving dive bars, the embodiment of everything Tempe once was.

And that’s gone now. Maybe forever.

Then again, maybe not. If anything, Bander is a state of mind, an embrace of the offbeat, the unsanitary and the off-kilter. People take that with them no matter where they go to drink.

I don’t quite remember that place the way they described it. We called it BanderS, I had no idea that they had a brewery. A sand volleyball court?  where was that?  and this beer in the face club………….?

maybe I was drunk most of the time that I was there or maybe we were just the final generation to go there.  But I remember the one stall bathroom, the outside seating, (i think i sat inside once) having our first and second music for a cures there, watching my friends bands play and parking at the police station across the street.

either way, it doesn’t matter, I spent 5 or so years of my life going there. And funny story about the date. he’s all ‘there’s this place called Bandersnatch………………..’ apparently i pretended like i’d never heard of the place, but I know for a fact I sat there and said I’d been there before. it’s not ladylike to say. “oh hell yeah i go there all the time I know tons of people there” and it’s not my fault that everyone i ever met showed up. on our first date. that was pretty much the last time he tried to impress me, what with thinking he’d been set up and all. right, because i made secret phone calls in the bar, having never left your side, to all my friends “hey i’m on a first date, come crash it”

you must not have been too bothered, it’s been 5.899999999999 years and you’re still here.

thank you.

……………….because justin doesn’t live here and sometimes people try to walk right in.

mojo was barking at the front door, so i peeped out the peephole and saw two teenagers standing there, seconds before one of them covered the peephole with their finger. had i been two seconds later i would have been greeted with a covered peephole. which everyone knows, means serial killer.

i had my hand on the doorknob and could feel it moving. then this blue eye was looking right back at me and i heard “so just walk in” and felt the handle move again. that’s when i whipped open the door and pulled it right out of his hand.

it’s ok, they were both smallish, i could have taken them. plus voodoo wasn’t in a friendly mood.