Sparky = Living in the Basement of Parents' House
So I'm now 2 for 2 ... first, I said I'd never move back to Illinois. (Hello from Peoria) Second, I said I feared living in the basement of my parents' house. Well, soon I'll be living in the basement of my parents' house.
Here's the deal - folks are moving to Washington, which is just across the river from Peoria. I'm currently paying $xxx for rent plus $yyy for utilities (eff you, Ameren Cilco!) plus $zzz for other living expenses. I'm getting married in a year. Folks are building a sweet-pimp house on Pine Lake Golf Course. (Sparky golfs). So, I've been given the option of moving into their fully finished and quite awesome basement, rent free, until well...whenever. Short of throwing keggers, cooking meth, or other unspeakables, I can do what ever I want, whenever I want, on my own schedule. Of course, being the mild mannered person I am, this shouldn't be a problem.
Seeing my track record for such things, let me state right now for the record, I swear I'll never win the lottery. Never. Not in a million years.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
And I'm Back
Woah...what a year and it's only mid-April.
I know you've all been reading, so there's no need to recap. (But for those of you who like those "last time on sparkyworld" intros to a blog entry, just scroll down.) I'm taking tomorrow off because I think I'm going to start the tradition of never working on a Friday the 13th. Or, at the very least, I felt like it'd be nice to have a long weekend with Mr. Jeff, watching movies (Grindhouse, w00!), bowling, mini-golfing, going to a volleyball party, and getting some engagement photos snapped.
So, in honor of the beginning of one of the best weekends ever, 5 things I'm digging this week:
1. Laser Floyd. Mr. Jeff and I went to see Laser Dark Side of the Moon at Lakeside Museum's Planetarium a couple of weekends ago. I've been rocking out to Dark Side and seeing lasers in my head since. Everyone needs to go to see Laser Floyd at least once. Everyone.
2. Amy Winehouse - Back to Black. This album is brilliant. It's the result of a drunken, high one night stand between a hip hop master and a sixties do-wop diva group. They tried her off to rehab, she said no no no. I say get this album, go go go.
3. Target - the number one reason this store is better than WalMart - they don't sell edited music. Oh, and those cute little Proenza Schouler numbers.
4. Striped Stuff - socks, shirts, pants... give me stripes!
5. Tostados Tortilla Chips with Hint of Lime - they're absolutely mesmorizing, which means that I can't keep them in the house. I go into a trance when I eat them and next thing I know, the whole bag is gone!
Woah...what a year and it's only mid-April.
I know you've all been reading, so there's no need to recap. (But for those of you who like those "last time on sparkyworld" intros to a blog entry, just scroll down.) I'm taking tomorrow off because I think I'm going to start the tradition of never working on a Friday the 13th. Or, at the very least, I felt like it'd be nice to have a long weekend with Mr. Jeff, watching movies (Grindhouse, w00!), bowling, mini-golfing, going to a volleyball party, and getting some engagement photos snapped.
So, in honor of the beginning of one of the best weekends ever, 5 things I'm digging this week:
1. Laser Floyd. Mr. Jeff and I went to see Laser Dark Side of the Moon at Lakeside Museum's Planetarium a couple of weekends ago. I've been rocking out to Dark Side and seeing lasers in my head since. Everyone needs to go to see Laser Floyd at least once. Everyone.
2. Amy Winehouse - Back to Black. This album is brilliant. It's the result of a drunken, high one night stand between a hip hop master and a sixties do-wop diva group. They tried her off to rehab, she said no no no. I say get this album, go go go.
3. Target - the number one reason this store is better than WalMart - they don't sell edited music. Oh, and those cute little Proenza Schouler numbers.
4. Striped Stuff - socks, shirts, pants... give me stripes!
5. Tostados Tortilla Chips with Hint of Lime - they're absolutely mesmorizing, which means that I can't keep them in the house. I go into a trance when I eat them and next thing I know, the whole bag is gone!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Last night, I learned that my grandfather, Grandpa!, died after rocking the face off the earth for 90 years.
In tribute, here are 5 facts about Grandpa!
- When Grandpa witnessed the surrender of the Japenese, the emporor of Japan was so overwhelmed by his awesomeness that his head exploded. The US government was so embarassed by this, that they rewrote the history books and had a stand in sign the surrender.
- Grandpa didn't use heavy equipment to dig a gravel pit. He stared at the earth until a hole dug itself.
-In the year 2000, Grandpa had to submit a urine sample. Much to the surprise of the urologist, Grandpa had pissed pure whiskey.
-The city of Springfield, MO asked him to move back to Illinois in 1997 because his extreme coolness was making the town look bad in comparison. To this day, Springfield still suffers from an inferiority complex.
-When Clint Eastwood was filming the Dirty Harry movies, the director would always urge Clint to "be more like Ben VonBurg" in order to accurately portray the epitome of bad assedness.
RIP, Grandpa! I hope you're kicking ass and taking names in Heaven.
Love, Sparky
In tribute, here are 5 facts about Grandpa!
- When Grandpa witnessed the surrender of the Japenese, the emporor of Japan was so overwhelmed by his awesomeness that his head exploded. The US government was so embarassed by this, that they rewrote the history books and had a stand in sign the surrender.
- Grandpa didn't use heavy equipment to dig a gravel pit. He stared at the earth until a hole dug itself.
-In the year 2000, Grandpa had to submit a urine sample. Much to the surprise of the urologist, Grandpa had pissed pure whiskey.
-The city of Springfield, MO asked him to move back to Illinois in 1997 because his extreme coolness was making the town look bad in comparison. To this day, Springfield still suffers from an inferiority complex.
-When Clint Eastwood was filming the Dirty Harry movies, the director would always urge Clint to "be more like Ben VonBurg" in order to accurately portray the epitome of bad assedness.
RIP, Grandpa! I hope you're kicking ass and taking names in Heaven.
Love, Sparky
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
How Engaging
Greetings from Aurora, IL! Home of Wayne's World. The thing that strikes me most about this place is how different real Aurora is from Wayne's World Aurora. It's much fancier here than it was in the movie? Or is it fancier here than it was in 1989? I'm not sure.
So I'm staying at a Super 8, which is great because it's across the street from Fox Valley mall, near Chipotle, and has wireless internet. The bathroom has a bright red, infrared light and I feel like old hamburgers whenever I go in there. I'll be showering in the dark tomorrow as to not have the proteins in my eyes cooked by the light. Even if I weren't aware of long wave rays, I wouldn't find the lighting cool. It's disorienting and weird.
Tomorrow I'm touring the wheel loader facility and it shoudl be pretty awesome. I get to one on one with staff up there, get an overview of behavior based safety programs, and drive tractors. I refuse to leave property until I've driven a tractor. I wonder if they'll let me drive tractors off property...all the way back to Peoria.
Leave and book it back to P-town for Volleyball at 7. Must remember my body mechanics to give good service! Bump, set, spike!
Oh, and I got engaged on Friday. I'm going to be Sparky McJeffers. :w00t:
Greetings from Aurora, IL! Home of Wayne's World. The thing that strikes me most about this place is how different real Aurora is from Wayne's World Aurora. It's much fancier here than it was in the movie? Or is it fancier here than it was in 1989? I'm not sure.
So I'm staying at a Super 8, which is great because it's across the street from Fox Valley mall, near Chipotle, and has wireless internet. The bathroom has a bright red, infrared light and I feel like old hamburgers whenever I go in there. I'll be showering in the dark tomorrow as to not have the proteins in my eyes cooked by the light. Even if I weren't aware of long wave rays, I wouldn't find the lighting cool. It's disorienting and weird.
Tomorrow I'm touring the wheel loader facility and it shoudl be pretty awesome. I get to one on one with staff up there, get an overview of behavior based safety programs, and drive tractors. I refuse to leave property until I've driven a tractor. I wonder if they'll let me drive tractors off property...all the way back to Peoria.
Leave and book it back to P-town for Volleyball at 7. Must remember my body mechanics to give good service! Bump, set, spike!
Oh, and I got engaged on Friday. I'm going to be Sparky McJeffers. :w00t:
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Tundra Time
It's three degrees right now. I've spent the last few hours firmly (and warmly planted) in my chair, watching tv, and e-window shopping on the internet.
In lieu of "California Dreamin'," I'm mentally creating this fabulous, warm new life in my mind. For each site at which I browse, another layer to this fantasy is added. It started with a bathing suit and then flats and sandals. Of course, I'll need a sundress and some shorts and a nice, flowery fragrance to add that sensory accent to my new look to go along with my new life.
By the time I began selecting a pair of sunglasses, I started to think about selecting a new residence at some place where folks think the world is ending when it gets this cold. I think the world is ending, but apparently I'm the only one. And if I'm going to move someplace warm, I need a job. But not just any job, a new career. Biostatician looks pretty cool...epidemiologists. Just something different. I'm just tired of the cold and the usual. And I'm ready for a change.
Until then, I'll keep looking at the fineries and try to figure the logic of mentally creating a sunnier, simpler life by possibly attaining additional things. New shoes, new purse, new life.
It's three degrees right now. I've spent the last few hours firmly (and warmly planted) in my chair, watching tv, and e-window shopping on the internet.
In lieu of "California Dreamin'," I'm mentally creating this fabulous, warm new life in my mind. For each site at which I browse, another layer to this fantasy is added. It started with a bathing suit and then flats and sandals. Of course, I'll need a sundress and some shorts and a nice, flowery fragrance to add that sensory accent to my new look to go along with my new life.
By the time I began selecting a pair of sunglasses, I started to think about selecting a new residence at some place where folks think the world is ending when it gets this cold. I think the world is ending, but apparently I'm the only one. And if I'm going to move someplace warm, I need a job. But not just any job, a new career. Biostatician looks pretty cool...epidemiologists. Just something different. I'm just tired of the cold and the usual. And I'm ready for a change.
Until then, I'll keep looking at the fineries and try to figure the logic of mentally creating a sunnier, simpler life by possibly attaining additional things. New shoes, new purse, new life.
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