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MY SISTER HAS A BLOG! (shout-out to the girl mechanic!) 19 November, 2006

Posted by silentpyjamas in 420 posts, blather and claptrap, poem-tree, shout-outs, stuff and nonsense.
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now you guys can read all about my sister’s automotive adventures on her blog. i harassed her for like months to get this blog, because she has such great stories from her work and i love it when she talks about cars. she also could get more women to feel good and even confident about dealing with their cars. she’s pretty passionate about cars and about people being knowledgeable about their vehicles. so far, every story is funny but i do like the one about the hose.

also i found this in the list of search terms for my blog:
“poems to tell someone your pregnant”

and in the interest of helping this person, should they happen to be searching again tonight, or to help anyone, really, who needs such a poem, i present “Pregnant.”

Roses are red
Violets are blue
One of us is pregnant
And it isn’t you.

i hope i’ve been helpful.

shout-out (and new category!) to jemma 6 November, 2006

Posted by silentpyjamas in shout-outs.
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i’d like to take this moment to deliver a shout-out to jemma, my head designer.  if you have ever stumbled across my one (possibly 2) bra-related posts (they might simply mention “my company”) you will know that i am starting a lingerie company.  we’re not just selling frilly underthings, you see, we’re reengineering women’s undergarments in a way that i hope will shake things up.  we’re combining this with a liberal dose of “love-your-body” because even though i don’t really love mine just yet, i believe it’s a journey and at the least i don’t hate my body anymore.  sometimes i even think it has potential.

back to the point of this post, jemma.  jemma jemma jemma.  i love me some jemma.  let me expound.  jemma is not her real name.  her real name is something that begins with “j” and is just as easy to pronounce.  alex began calling her that after she decided she liked her.  alex was oh…pushing 2, i believe, when we met jemma and she could pronounce her given name perfectly well but she decided to call her jemma instead.  the nickname stuck.  coincidentally, jemma likes the sparkly things.  the first time i saw her cell phone i had to ask her to “plz turn down your bling, k?” because she had done it up.  i remember when she called me to tell me she’d ordered like seventy quintillion gross swarovski crystals to hand-attach to her wedding dress.  this girl even lined her own envelopes.  she’s a handy one.

i met her when someone advised me to call a costume shop.  the first one i called, she answered, and the rest was history.  she comes from a relatively well-off family (her dad is an entrepreneur) and went to an all-women’s college where she spent a year or something in paris making hats with the miliner to the british royal family.  *clearly* jemma is a quality girl!  and she is whooooolesooooooome!  25, just got married, just bought her first house, etc etc.  she is in the bloom of life and i couldn’t be happier for her.  she embodies so many wonderful things and she’s very different from many people i have known and from what i would expect of her if i didn’t know her.

one of the things that continually surprises me is that she has faith in my idea.  she believes in my company (and after a trip to the accountant it will be her company too but she doesn’t know it yet) and she believes in me.  this girl is very smart.  clearly i have something going on for her to be around, 2 years later, after having gone months sometimes without talking to me, and with progress in fits and starts.  oh.  and working for free.

at first i thought i would never really be able to find a rhythm with her.  i liked her but i always felt our conversations were kind of forced.  oh but then we went to a trade show 2 years ago (and took alex) and ended up shopping for a new shirt for the child after she wet her clothes and i had foolishly nelected to bring extras.  that was an interesting day.  she ate lunch at quark’s something-or-other (at the las vegas hilton) with aplomb, not really bothered by the roaming klingons.  i had sort of expected her to flip out.  we did end up getting alex a shirt (before lunch, of course) which she still has and which we’re saving for her so we call tell her the story (it’s way more haha funny but i don’t want to get off track here).  it’s powder pink with blue piping tank top, and says in sparkly iron-on, “Elvis” across the front.  it’s really cute.  i’m serious.  jemma would not let me dress alex in something tacky.  even then.

we’ve been working on some ideas, and i have to confess i was shocked, SHOCKED at how well she took to the idea of making stripper panties.  again and again she surprises me, like that time she ate beef ravioli.  (she had never eaten beef before that.  like ever.)  recently we had a conversation in which i was surprised again.  she began encouraging me to keep a “goals book” in which i set some goals for myself on pretty pages combined with pictures and poetry and what-have-you.  she loves pretty things and strongly believes in them as a method of encouragement.

she draaaaagged some goal-ish stuff out of me and i told her about my aversion to goal-settings (suicidal people ONLY HAVE ONE GOAL) and she was like “oh CoCo that’s like the worst goal ever.”  and she’s probably right.  so i got to thinking about goals and as i did, i realized that once again, in her sneaky jemma way, she had tricked me into figuring out something on the side.  goals.  organization.  schedule.  practice.  i just knew she would begin strapping order around me.  i just didn’t know when or how.  i thought i’d been pretty good at watching out for her but clearly she is an expert.

i’m not complaining though.  it’s my idea but jemma drives the company.  she asks me questions that get me considering stuff i hadn’t considered.  she calls me up with great ideas and watches things on tv and has recruited friends who want to work for my as-yet-nonexistent company.  she absolutely cares about me and cares about my well-being and it’s not as if i don’t have friends who are like that, but she’s different from everyone else somehow.  she is like, the least likely person and a  box of surprises.  she’s got a lot to lose for her faith in me but she’s always looking up and if anyone would know (or be told by their parents) to avoid a bad deal it would be her.  but she’s still around, and that is so encouraging.

so after this long and doubtlessly creepy (but non-lesbianic;  i have to throw this in here because it seems like you just can’t platonically gush over anyone anymore) blathering i would like to say “THANK YOU JEMMA because you are pretty frickin’ swell!”

in conclusion, you will all see her someday when we go on oprah.  i’m telling you man, she’s just like a rich girl, but totally not like the ones on law & order.