Lein Girlz 3

Hie thee to facebook....

2010-08-10T08:00:00.000-07:00

Yes, all 3 Leingirlz are now slinging their sarcasm over on the good old FB. Why dontcha head on over?

Giuseppe has fleas!!!

2009-06-15T11:00:00.001-07:00

And they are both strictly indoor cats, and have been for 14 years!!! WTF?!!!

The vet treated both cats with the Advantage stuff (supposed to kill all fleas w/i 12 hours), but of course that’s not enough for me. I spent the entire weekend laundering, vacuuming, liberally applying flea powders and sprays of varying toxicities to every surface in the house, and generally freaking the fuck out (even though I have not seen even one flea, except for on Giuseppe while at the vet's). Devin was at work all weekend, so I was alone in my vortex of paranoia. At the zenith of my insanity, I attached a flea collar to each ankle. See below:

Reflecting upon my recent trip to the San Juans...

2009-06-04T13:47:00.000-07:00

Although I thoroughly enjoyed the beauty of Orcas Island, I found myself annoyed with, then angry towards, and finally completely disgusted at the preponderance of "No Trespassing", "Private Drive", "Private Property", & "Keep Out" signs nailed onto any and every surface.
In Orcas Village, a tiny weed and garbage-filled embankment was fenced in and liberally festooned with "No Trespassing" signs. Walk along any forest trail on the island, and you'll witness the quiet perfection of Mother Nature brutally punctuated with reminders that so-and-so owns everything on either side of you, and you'd better not touch it.

Also, apparently no Coca Cola products exist anywhere north of Seattle.
Mt. Vernon, then Anacortes, and finally Islands Orcas, Lopez, and Shaw mockingly flaunted Diet Pepsi only from every vending machine, concession stand, restaurant, and convenience store. Riding back on the ferry at the end of our trip, a huge Diet Pepsi truck hopped aboard at Lopez Island, destined for the mainland. No Diet Coke for sale on the ferry either, as you probably guessed.

San Juan Islands? I think not. More like the "No Trespassing/Private Property Islands, brought to you by Pepsi."

What the fuck is up with women's clothes nowadays?

2009-04-22T12:33:00.000-07:00

This looks like fucking maternity wear for preteens:

Beware of the Lapkids!!!

2009-04-13T14:27:00.000-07:00

2009-02-15T13:15:00.001-08:00

25 Random Things about The Jege:

2009-02-09T13:28:00.000-08:00

I finally knuckled under and did my Facebook "25 Random Things About Me" thing. Here goes:

1).I have always been good at sports; I played soccer, ice hockey & baseball as a kid. I think I was good enough at soccer to have gotten a scholarship in it…if there was such a thing as girls’ soccer back then (I was usually the only girl on all-boys’ teams).

2) I am incredibly impatient. I strive to become more patient with, and accepting of, myself and others (except for those real fucking asshats out there…they can just suck it).

3) I am absolutely batshit phobic about needles. Just typing this makes my heart race, and stomach lurch.

4) As a child I was pathologically shy, an independent loner, and very serious and brooding. I made a conscious choice at age 17 that I was going to ditch the shyness, seek out more friends, and stop being such a moody little fucker. I succeeded at the first two.

5) When I was five, my father asked me how my first day of kindergarten went, and if I liked my teacher. “yeah, but my teacher’s a fuckface” was my reply. Ah, public school. My obsession with swear words persists to this day, bitches.

6) I once scored a 151 on an IQ test, but am convinced that, with each passing year, I am becoming stupider and stupider. I now believe I have the acumen of a retarded cocker spaniel named “Smackers”.

7) When we were little, my sister Amy & I once concocted something we like to call “The Bingo opera”. We sang the “..and bingo was his name-o” song in operatic falsettos. Then, instead of just replacing the letters in bingo with claps, we methodically replaced every single word in the song with claps. My parents acted like they were annoyed, but I know they secretly appreciated such innovation.

8) I am so much like my parents that it scares me sometimes. I have inherited my dad's anxiety issues, and incredible ability to foresee, in any situation, what might possibly go wrong & cause injury ---or even worse, embarrassment! I also have my mother’s unflinching outspokenness. So basically, I speak without thinking, and then am incredibly embarrassed, overly-analytical, and introspective about it afterwards.

9) In my opinion, a great sense of humor is the single most important quality any sentient being can possess.

10) I enjoy being contrary.

11) My family has always valued education, travel, music, books, and good humor over material possessions. They paid for our college, sent us overseas, and indulged our every musical & creative whim. But we grew up with only one vehicle, never had a color TV, cable, a VCR, or a microwave until after I was in college. I was always ashamed and pissed about this, but now I totally appreciate their priorities.

12) I have a weakness for calico cats.

13) I have always been a voracious reader. My parents are as well, and as a child, I worked my way through nearly every bookcase in the house (and there were a LOT). I read Kierkegaard and Woody Allen in grade school, and when I tried to give a book report on the latter, it was ill-received. Philistines.

14) I LOVE gay men. In fact, I often wonder if I am a gay man trapped in a woman’s body.

15) My earliest memory is of flying to England with my parents when I was 2. I also have a very good memory of nearly everything that happened in my childhood.

16) I hold grudges for-fucking-EVER. Toby Kurry & Jim Jundt, you’d better watch your respective asses; I’m still fucking pissed.

17) My sister Amy & I relentlessly tormented our youngest sister, Emily. Em, I am truly sorry about the “being taped inside a cardboard box and being pushed down the basement stairs is just like sledding” incident.

18) I have absolutely no qualms about eating leftover Thai food for breakfast, or cereal for dinner. My husband does not share my views. We also disagree on how to put a fitted sheet on a bed: He espouses the clearly flawed & ludicrous “put the bottom 2 corners on first” instead of the obviously superior opposing-corners, diagonal method. And then...THEN....there's the towel-folding rules. Remember the movie "Sleeping With the Enemy"? To make a long story short, if I want to make my husband all twitchy and irritated, I fold the towels in half instead of in thirds, and hang them at different heights next to each other on the towel rack

19) To this day I cannot walk in high heels. At all. No really.

20). My favorite season is Fall, followed by Winter, Summer, and Spring.

21). I am an absurdly picky eater.

22) For as long as I can remember, I have always been able to draw, paint, sculpt, write creatively, and take pretty good photos. But ask me to remember a sequence of numbers, and I turn into a flaming retard.

23). I cannot sit though a meeting without giggling whenever anyone mentions “caulk”, “hose bibb”, “full-penetration weld”, “skirt flashing”, or “erection aids”.

24). I was a vegan for one full year, but I fell off the wagon spectacularly, and remain the most inconsistent vegetarian ever.

25). My husband is my best friend. (I know…LAME!!)

Weekend in Minneapolis

2009-01-26T16:37:00.001-08:00

facebook silliness

2009-01-18T11:58:00.000-08:00

Here's an excerpt from some Facebook silliness Em, Dylan & I generated.
It started with the following status update, and just went downhill from there:

My status post: "Jennifer is looking out the window at a beautiful hoar frost. And no, a "hoar frost" is not something that happens when a prostitute gets too cold."

Em/Dyl: "I disagree. Also, a horehound is a dog that is sent after missing hookers. Dylan adds that Horatio is the ratio of whores to the general public."

Me: "Hornitos : the new frito lay snack geared towards the hooker demographic."
"Horizon: the new whore-only cell phone service provider."
"Horology: The study of whores."
"Horoscope: I think this one is self-explanatory."

Em/Dyl: "Hornets-what you use to trap a whore.
"Horrible- something that can be whored out"
"Horniculture-what you get if you swab the back of a hooker's knee and place it on a petri dish of agar."

Me: "Hokey- Something that is used to get into a hooker's apartment"
"Hokku- poetry written by a whore."
" Horsehide-what happens when the cops show up."

Em/Dyl:"homey - a request to a pimp (when starting one's career as a callgirl)"
"hokum - I'm not even going to explain this one."

Because what this blog needs is more cats in bowls...

2008-11-07T13:52:00.000-08:00

*photo from http://www.cuteoverload.com/

2008-11-07T06:30:00.001-08:00

America, fuck yeah!!!!

2008-11-05T14:39:00.001-08:00

2008-11-04T05:35:00.001-08:00

Breathe

2008-10-18T13:46:00.001-07:00

When I get all worked up about the upcoming election, job security, and the sorry state of my 401K, it helps to remember moments like these.....

Dammit dammit dammit!!! As if sarah palin and the stock market werent enough....

2008-10-01T08:21:00.000-07:00

As some of you will remember, I have a problem tooth that has cost me thousands of dollars. First, a root canal. Then another root canal after the first one failed. THEN a terrifying thing called an "apico" ( http://leingirlz3.blogspot.com/2007/11/ow-ow-ow-holy-tapdancing-christ-ow.html ).

Then yesterday, at around 4:00, I dicovered a HUGE bulge in my gums around the aforementioned molar. A quick visit to the dentist confirmed a massive abscess. They are removing the tooth this thursday, and hopefully it will all come out in one piece so that I can beat the shit out of it with a fucking mallet for causing me so much pain over the years.

ADT SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-09-24T15:07:00.000-07:00

NEVER EVER get a contract with them.

I'll take the dead rat

2008-08-23T05:52:00.000-07:00

Honestly, whomever was picked for VP wasn't going to impact the way I vote this November.

After reading a few articles and the comments that follow and chatting about with the hubby about all the people who now claim that they'll vote for McCain because their top choice wasn't picked, we came up with a name for those folks - the ratters.

It's like wanting chocolate ice cream. And you are offered vanilla ice cream. And instead of going, "Well, huh, I'd really prefer chocolate over vanilla, but I guess this is better than no ice cream." You decide, "No. I'd rather eat the dead rat."

Cuties!!!!

2008-08-19T12:59:00.001-07:00

Tacky? Probably. Crass? Most certainly. Funny? Oh hell yeah.

2008-08-02T10:50:00.000-07:00

Deliverance State Park

2008-07-28T13:47:00.000-07:00

Our camping trip this past weekend was awesome, with the possible exception of some of our neighbors at the campground.

Replete with bad perms, acid wash jeans, tank tops, and the "off" look of people that have suffered too much inbreeding, they arrived in 3 giant, monster truck-ish, early model SUVs, one of them purple with flames adorning the hood. Trailers in tow behind these "vehicles" held several 4-wheel ATV's, which they apparently used in lieu of walking. Instead of a nice evening stroll around the staggeringly picturesque campgrounds, they would putter leisurely by each and every campsite, winding slowly throughout the entire campground, kicking up steady clouds of dust, and staring at their fellow campers as if they were on safari.

And the dogs. Pitbulls, 3 of them, with heavy chains for collars, unleashed despite the clearly posted campground regulations, and all sporting prominent balls (Why is it always unneutered pitbulls with these people?!!)

The most annoying member of this motley crew was a mid-40s woman who still thought she was 21. Her bad bleach job and Britney Spears-ish attire did nothing to offset her leathery face and dubious hillbilly dental work. Additionally, it soon became apparent that this woman had never learned the distinction between "inside voice" and "outside voice". She shrieked like a harpie, cackling uncontrollably at the tiniest of things, and hooting inexplicably and orgasmically, sounding somewhat like Robert Plant in that one part of Led Zep's "whole lotta love". Even the decent, god-fearing retired couple on the other side of us were shaking their heads as if to say, "that bitch aint right".

I'm back!

2008-07-03T13:46:00.001-07:00

...and I'm 40. Here's a couple of pix from the Caribbean islands of Anguilla and Saba:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-06-27T08:58:00.000-07:00

Granted, Jege is in a different country & all celebrating like a rock star, but we love you & hope you're having a fantastic time!!!!!

Toys

2008-06-07T11:37:00.001-07:00

There are many toys from my childhood that, for one reason or another, I find extremely memorable. So, I decided to start a list. Amy & Em, please tell me if I'm leaving any out. Everyone else, add your own, or tell us if you had any of the same toys.

Star wars figures and ships (along with every other kid in America).

Matchbox cars. my particular faves were the yellow Renault Le Car, and the obnoxious "moon mobile", which actually resembles many of today's SUVs. We used to play with them in the kitchen because the embossed patterns in the linoleum would make the cars go on crazy random paths, as though they were steering themselves. The object of the game was to push them towards the forest of table & chair legs, and see if the car could "steer" itself around them without crashing.

Plastic dinosaurs. Ours were 2 colors, tan & light green. I think that the green ones were the herbivores.

Honey Hill Bunch dolls. One of them had a little removable coat which our cat Paddy liked to play with. They had Velcro on their hands and you could hang them from curtains and shit.

Jacks. I never remember actually playing with them, just leaving them as "traps" for people to step on. Sorry, dad.

The Lemon Twist: It had a loop on one end, and a plastic lemon on the other. You spun the whole thing around with one foot, and jumped over it with the other. I loved that goddamn thing. Someone gave it to me when we were visiting my aunt & uncle; all the adults went out on someones sailboat, and I was not allowed to go. The lemon twist stopped my tantrum. I think this was pre-Amy, and could have been in Madison or Milwaukee.

Barbie dolls. I didn't play with them so much as I created an entire city for them in the basement playroom out of wood scraps that I collected from a cabinet shop junk pile. The buildings were multistory & elaborate, rising almost to the ceiling, and connected with ramps. Then the basement flooded, and the "city" became waterlogged & moldy and dad chopped it up and carried it outside.

Roller skates. There was some company that made snazzy new roller skates with high-tech polyurethane wheels attached to festively-colored vinyl boots; quite superior to the old shitty metal kind. We had a couple of pairs, one for me and one for Amy. Later I asked for and received a rather expensive pair of roller skates with a toe stop. I also had a skateboard, but it was kind of crappy. I vividly remember every time I hit a piece of gravel and went flying. UPDATE: The brand of roller skates we had was "Roller Derby Fireball", as shown in the pic above. Mine were white, Amy's were blue like in the picture.

Hockey sticks and a plastic street hockey puck. One of my all-time favorites. When not using them to play actual ice hockey at the neighborhood rink, we would shoot goals in the basement against the concrete wall (the goal was a masking tape square).

Baseball cards. Inspired my my father's story of his baseball card collection and Mickey Mantle-autographed program from the 1957 World Series, I became a rabid card collector. The fact that my grandmother threw out my dad's collection at some point just served to deepen my resolve. My prize card, even to this day, is a Rickey Henderson rookie card.

The Scooter doll (you know, Scooter; the orange bespectacled character from the Muppet show). I don't know if this belonged to Amy or Emily, but the Scooter doll became the weapon of choice in sibling skirmishes. He was made of cloth, except for two things. His black plastic glasses, and his shoes, which appeared to be made of vulcanized rubber as deadly as hockey pucks. When wielded, one held scooter by the head and swung his feet of death at one's opponent.

The little professor. Looked like a calculator, but it actually was a math game. I LOVED this.

Superballs. 'nuff said.

Marbles. I had a SHITLOAD of marbles. We used to give them to our cat Bianca to play with. She would bat them all over the house and down the basement stairs. Then she would come back to us later meowing and begging for another one. We thought it was hysterical that "Bianca lost her marbles". Stupid kids. Later, the washing machine overflowed, and when dad tried to see what in the hell was clogging the laundry room floor drain, he found it crammed full of marbles. Over 200, in fact. Ah, Bianca. We finally found her marbles.

Perfection. A sadistic board game, where you have 1 minute to fit different-shaped pieces into their corresponding voids before the board springs up and sends the pieces flying.

UPDATE: Per Amycita's request, the game "Run Yourself Ragged". I can't believe I forgot about this one!!! It was so fucking awesome!!! Here's a pic:

UPDATE: Also, how could I have forgotten Battleship, Stratego, and Dungeons and Dragons!! I used to cheat horribly when I played Battleship with Amy. My 3 fave strategies: 1) Move my ships around constantly 2) Stack all of my ships on top of each other, in intricate patterns. 3). Put absolutely NO ships on at all, and watch Amy freak the fuck out until she finally figures out what I've done and hurls her board at my head (TOTALLY worth it, by the way).

UPDATE: Pulsar, the Ultimate Man of Adventure. Provided that your definition of "ultimate man of adventure" is a senior citizen whose organs are visible through his translucent chest, and whose face is removable. Perhaps one of the weirdest toys I remember BEGGING and PLEADING for. He looked cool, but didnt get much play time, and eventually I just removed his face altogether and made him shack up with Johnny West. Here's a pic:

UPDATE: Lawn Jarts. Toy of death if ever there was one, which is why they were so fun. We never actually HAD these (mom & dad would NEVER allow it), but I played them at a family friend's house in Wisconsin when the adults were otherwise occupied. I just discovered this tidbit of info:"Lawn Jarts have been banned for manufacturing and resale in the United States. The government of the United States has asked that all Jarts be destroyed. According to the United States Consumer Product Safety Commission, lawn darts are lethal, and have been responsible for the deaths of at least 3 children. The CPSC further estimates that between 1978 and 1987, Hospital Emergency Rooms treated 6,700 lawn dart related injuries, three-fourths of which were sustained by children." SEE? I told you they were fun.

Why we love the Devin

2008-05-29T07:44:00.000-07:00

Every so often my husband has a really good quote that I feel compelled to blog about.

The other day we were driving around, trying to find this new restaurant, and he couldn't quite remember if it was an odd or even address. After driving past the spot where he thought it should be and still not finding it, we flipped a U-turn and headed back the other direction.

"My mind is like a steel trap" he explained, making bear trap-like motions with his hands, fingers locking together.
"It snaps shut on information and holds it tight.....refusing to let it go..... until it chews its own leg off and runs away......leaving a bloody stump of partial information that's really no good to anyone".

See?!! Clones!

2008-05-03T12:04:00.001-07:00

Just try and tell me they are not identical

2008-04-26T09:41:00.000-07:00

Newborn Adriaan on the left, and his older sister Ellie at roughly the same age on the right (click the image and zoom in to see the larger version).

I have a new nephew!!!!

2008-04-25T10:09:00.001-07:00

Adriaan James was born:
10:19 pm, Tuesday, April 22, 2008 - Earth Day
20.5 inches long, 7 lb. 3.5 oz, 14 inch head

Em, Dyl, & Ellie are all doing fine!!! Yay!!!!!

My daily chuckle from Postini

2008-04-20T09:40:00.000-07:00

My sp*m filter just quarantined a message whose subject line read:

"You can now tear her apart".

I mean really. Is it an ad for penis-enlarging apparatii or permission from the powers that be to finally kill one of the bitches that drive me crazy on a regular basis? The latter, I hope.

The subject of today's email forwards appears to be "Cat Sandwiches"

2008-04-16T15:27:00.001-07:00

Several emails I received today all contain rampant cat sandwichery, in one form or another. Take a look:

NEVER buy a computer online- EVER!!!!

2008-04-14T06:54:00.001-07:00

Just so you know. Don't do it. And NEVER buy an HP. And Vista = SUCK.

Computer that is supposed to simplify your life and be a multimedia master: $2,500.

Time spent talking to tech support in a different country: never ending.

Annoyance with not being able to watch a flipping DVD on a multimedia computer: also seemingly sans ending.

Costco's 90 day return policy that has never been over-turned: priceless

Amycita's follow up to pie chart

2008-04-10T07:37:00.000-07:00

Amycita may not have the most advanced techie skills, but our very own Ms. Nasty has mad skillz beyond the blogging world:

2008-04-06T09:49:00.001-07:00

Click image for larger view.

*thanks to Crabmommy for forwarding this!!!*

Props to the homeys....

2008-04-04T12:24:00.001-07:00

I must admit, I do have some of the greatest friends in the world.

Need a fence built? Everyone joins in. Wanna put in a retaining wall? But of course we'll help! I'm confident that, if one of us wanted to build a barn, the rest of us would materialize out of thin air, hammers and saws in hand.

We're like the Amish, but with more swearing and drinking.

Me and the Monkey

2008-04-03T18:46:00.001-07:00

Aveda targets the wanker demographic?

2008-04-02T15:08:00.001-07:00

things that seem like a good idea at the time, but later turn out to be really bad ideas:

2008-03-21T14:06:00.000-07:00

Riding a bicycle while holding onto a dog on a leash (Dad, thanks for this one!!)

Joining Columbia Record house.

Cashing in your life savings and giving it all to an apocalyptic, charismatic leader who is a major stockholder in kool-aid.

Telling your spouse about the time you caught the clap from a haitian dwarf.

Jello shots.

Refinishing those hardwood floors yourself.

Shaving your legs when you are in a hurry.

Ferrets.

This is an ongoing list, so please feel free to add your own.

male vs. female: putting in a rain barrel

2008-03-18T15:11:00.000-07:00

I want to attach a downspout to the rain gutter on the garage so that I can hook up a rain barrel to it. That way, I will be able to water the garden with harvested rainwater this summer. Very ecologically-responsible, no?

But my husband's mind cannot comprehend this. His reasoning is, that if we are going to attach a new downspout to the gutters then we should replace the gutters, since they are old and crappy. And if you are replacing the gutters, then you simply MUST replace the garage roof. And if we're replacing the roof, then we might as well rip off all of the old stucco and make sure there's no rot, which of course there most certainly IS, so might as well jack the garage up, pour a new stem wall and put in a decent sill plate. But why should the garage have better stem walls & sill plates than our house? We should definitely rip apart the top 4' of the finished basement walls to attach the sill plates to the foundation; that way, we can get earthquake insurance! But that old concrete foundation wall is like chalk, so why not just jack the house up on blocks and pour some good, 7000 psi concrete stem walls to attach our new sill plates to! And while we're at it, we might as well add a couple feet of head height to the basement, it's only logical. And of course, if we're doing all this we should really get all of the knob & tube out of the house and re-pull all new electrical. That means some attic work, so while we're up there, we can pop in a couple of dormers, insulate, and create that 3rd bedroom!

So no, I will NOT have that rain barrel by this summer. We simply can't afford it.

Pet peeve du jour

2008-03-18T09:08:00.001-07:00

I HATE it when people do not use the words "overachiever" and "underachiever" correctly.

Academically, an Overachiever is one who performs at a level above what his or her IQ would suggest, while an Underachiever performs poorly, despite documented giftedness or intelligence.

So, the next time some fuckwad boasts that they're an Overachiever, feel free to giggle at their admission of success in spite of their lack of intelligence.

What's your rockstar name?

2008-03-14T06:58:00.000-07:00

Thanks to Crabmommy for this gem of a link: http://rockstarname.com/

Apparently, I'm "Karen Jett". I sound like an aging stripper who enjoys knitting X-rated cummerbunds, and has a bumper sticker on my car that says "Sexy Grandma".

So who are you?

what are your strange fridge habits?

2008-02-28T12:30:00.000-08:00

I'll start the list off:

We keep beer in the crispers.

My husband once cooked and ate a ham that he had in his freezer SIX YEARS after the expiration date. For him, food has no expiration date; when it goes in the fridge, time stands still. I, on the other hand, will throw away anything that is over a week old, regardless of how it looks or smells. As you can probably guess, this creates a great deal of conflict in our house. My husband, whose attitudes towards wasting food are on par with someone who lived through the great depression, will fight me tooth & nail over emptying out the week-old leftovers from the tupperware. I will lose, and the tupperware will sit in the fridge for another month or two, untouched, & sprouting a thick beard of mold. Then, when the hubby isnt around, I don a hazmat suit, grab the tupperware-gone-petri dish with a pair of salad tongs, and throw the whole mess away.

For my entire married life, there has been a jar of capers in the fridge. Neither of us knows where it came from. We even brought it with us when we moved into our new house in 2005.

Em & Family visit Portland!

2008-02-14T11:50:00.000-08:00

Bijnki!!!

2007-12-26T07:35:00.000-08:00

Warning - non-snarky post so if you want just the snark, bug off and come back later.

It's a boy!

So kiddo #2 is a boy. At first I was not excited about this. We already have a girl. I have sisters. My husband has brothers. Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?

Also, I've known so many guys who are such dinks that it scared me we'd have one of those. Women can be awful too, no question. I've just known more women I've liked and have an easier time connecting with them. So what do I do with a little boy? Also, the whole snip issue is NOT something I've ever looked forward to having to decide for another person. I'd be happy to go with whatever Mr. Bijnkles wants, but I hate that we have to make that decision for him.

After thinking it over a lot though, I'm actually pretty happy that we're having a boy. It will be fun to see what differences and similarities there are between the two. Also, when everyone describes a typical boy toddler, I think they're talking about my daughter, so I'm curious to know if the boy will be like that as well. I've also heard that boys are sweet on their moms while girls tend to be daddy's girls. Elliott is definitely daddy's little girl, so maybe the boy will dig his mum!

So far pregnancy still sux and I can't wait to be done - just like last time. This time though I am a bit happier about the whole thing in that I have a slight clue about what to expect and after this one, we are sooo done and I never have to be pregnant again. Also, having Elliott around gives perspective into why we go through this and why I essentially give up my body to a wee little parasite that eats my food, messes with my hormones and makes me into a miserable wretch much of the time: she's the sweetest little badger I've ever met and there are few days that she doesn't make me laugh and smile so much that my face hurts. When she laughs it's just ridiculous how much it makes everything worth it. So we did it again and in late April, we will get to meet the little monkey who is the reason I wasn't able to enjoy a good pint while in London.

S.L.U.T. redux

2007-12-22T12:22:00.000-08:00

Me modeling one of my Xmas presents from my darling husband

Hammer time

2007-12-22T11:23:00.000-08:00

Last night just after 4 am, I heard what I thought was somebody hammering loudly.....like construction noise. It was loud enough to wake me up, and I tried to think of which jackass in the neighborhood was doing renovation work in the middle of the goddamn night. It didn't sound close enough to be the dude across the street who is demolishing an old house single-handedly with a hammer and crowbar (he started in October). I got up, got a drink of water, and then the cop cars started flying down the street, sirens blaring. They sounded like they were stopping a few blocks away, but I couldn't be sure. I wasn't too worried, since cop cars and emergency vehicles like to use our street while en route to the crappy part of town.
This morning, I discovered the following on our local news website. This is about 3 blocks away from us, kiddycorner from our backyard and over a couple of blocks:

Several injured in early morning shooting

11:02 AM PST on Saturday, December 22, 2007

By ADRIANE HORNER, kgw.com Staff

An early morning shooting left several people injured in NE Portland.
Several people were injured in the shooting at an after-hours club on NE Emerson St.
The shooting happened just after 4 a.m. Saturday at an after-hours club at NE 42nd and Emerson.

Portland Police said that all of the victims involved in the shooting have non-life threatening injuries and were being treated at area hospitals.
Detectives were investigating the three-block crime scene and interviewing witnesses.

The Gang Enforcement Team was also called to the scene.
No arrests had been made.

I must admit that I am a little surprised; this part of 42nd has a big old catholic church, and several restaurants....even a popular bakery and fancy Montessori school a couple blocks down. I have driven on this street many times, and I have never ever seen an "after hours club". There are a couple of taverns that cater exclusively to the 60+ year old pensioner crowd, but I seriously doubt that they are open "after-hours", as their patrons are probably snoozing soundly after hitting the early bird special. But as my husband pointed out, on the other side of the street there is a holdout from when the neighborhood used to be a shithole many years ago. A strange storefront with a couple of rusted-out cars and a weird old dude that apparently likes to collect large piles of wooden pallets.
Wonderful. Now my friend Lisa has more ammo (no pun intended) for her claims that I live in "The Hood".

Ellie in Em's glasses

2007-12-09T04:48:00.001-08:00

I just love this pic of my perfect little niece Elliott...... HAD to post it.
I'm sure she will be less happy when she finds out she has a new little sibling coming to share all of mommy & daddy's attention. :)

When kiddos attack their Jege

2007-11-27T12:07:00.000-08:00

This was how I spent most of Thanksgiving Day. It was like wearing a pair of chaps made out of kids (and not in a creepy, Silence of the Lambs way, in a "how the hell can they hold on for so damn long?" kind of way).

When badgers attack...

2007-11-27T06:26:00.001-08:00

We had a fun Thanksgiving in Mindrot and the wee one had a great time attacking, playing with kitties and frolicking with her grandparents.

We also got some proof that badgers do indeed attack:

Hats off to the Donohue / McKeans!!!

2007-11-09T08:42:00.001-08:00

Click here for their New York Times article

Amy & Paul chalk one up for the green modular modernist architect! Hip hip hooray!!

ow ow ow jesus tapdancing christ OW!!!!

2007-11-07T06:40:00.000-08:00

The kitties help me recover from horrifying endodontic surgery:

Here's some illustrations of the procedure: http://www.dcendo.com/svcapico.htm

Hurts like a mofo. Thank god for prescription painkillers.

My husband is a robot

2007-11-02T14:49:00.001-07:00

I am treated daily to flowery emails from my husband, overflowing with saccharine sentiment and poetic expressions of his deep and profound love for me. Here is an example:

I will be walking away from my desk at 4:15 today; I then will proceed to the Smart Park located between Morrison and Yamhill. I will meet you on the northeast corner of said Smart Park. We will then proceed to the 5^th floor where the car is parked for immediate evacuation of the parking ramp. Upon successful evacuation of the parking facility, we will proceed to get your organic drugs (or whatever they are) from your voodoo doctor (or whatever she is). Upon completion of transaction we shall proceed to the 5^th Q for a cold one (or two) and then we shall perform our due diligence per our negotiated verbal contract between us and Elizabeth and Michael.

And, just the other morning before he left for work, this little verbal exchange:

Me: Love ya.

Him: "I love you.*pause* And shit". Then he gave my boob a quick tweak, and left for work.

New, from Pottery Barn...

2007-10-12T11:59:00.001-07:00

Okay, okay, it's actually a weird chair from a design exhibition I saw in Malmo, Sweden back in 1990; NordForm90.

I love this site:

2007-10-11T06:46:00.001-07:00

http://www.basicinstructions.net/

I OWN blogger.

2007-10-07T10:14:00.001-07:00

So I AM still able to blog, AND I figured it out all by myself. This is the year of me handling my shit! I'm serious. I took some ridiculous slack at work for doing my job like I'm supposed to which created, gasp, work for other people to do (oh no!) and I calmly held my own and replied with dignity and didn't let it break me down. My motto is: I'm an adult and whatever happens I'll handle it with dignity despite the fact that others may be acting childishly or inappropriately or unfairly. I'm not blaming others, and I'm not allowing them to blame me for their mistakes either. We all need to just accept responsibility for our choices and actions.

Comix from the archives

2007-09-29T06:11:00.000-07:00

Here is a study sketch I did for a comic strip I used to pen right after graduating from architecture school. Click to see it large.

If you want to see more from the series, go here http://www.flickr.com/gp/78365561@N00/z72L49

So there.

London rox

2007-09-27T09:15:00.000-07:00

Newish jobby job has some perks and I got to go to London for a week a couple weeks ago. It was fun outside of a day with a nasty flu.

I still got a chance to have spotted dick though!

(happy Jege???)

Other Leingirlz: Please post!

2007-09-27T06:28:00.000-07:00

My husband pointed out that the last 6 million posts on the blog have been by me, and wondered why Amy & Em haven't posted, and should I rename the blog "Jege Land".
So, middle-child Leingirl and youngest child Leingirl, post something! I don't care what it is, a picture of you washing lettuce, or a scathing commentary on Rob's bowflexing, just please post something!
Love, Jege

DO try this at home.

2007-09-18T16:46:00.001-07:00

Sing Billy Idol's "Dancing with myself", but with the words "Dancing with my cats" and then meow instead of saying all of those oh-oh-oh-ohs. I'm stuck on what the other lyrics should be changed to, so let me know if you come up with anything.

Meow-meow-meow-meow.....

High gas prices got you down? Just ride the SLUT!

2007-09-18T15:18:00.000-07:00

In the words of the immortal Dave Barry, I swear I am not making this up:

Streetcar's unfortunate acronym seems here to stay:

Can't you just hear the buzz of people waiting at one of SLUT's platforms:

"How much does it cost to ride the SLUT?"

"Do you think that, with everybody riding it, that the SLUT will get dirty fast?"

"When does the next SLUT come?"

"Last night we all rode the SLUT after the frat party."

"Dude, I totally barfed on the SLUT."

"I can't believe that I left my umbrella in the SLUT. "

"That SLUT sure can take on a lot of people!" (courtesy of kari)

"I ride the SLUT morning, noon and night." (courtesy of kari)

"Does the SLUT go all over town?"

It's too easy, really. I could go on forever. Feel free to add your own.

Horsies!

2007-09-11T06:13:00.001-07:00

Hell on Earth

2007-08-19T15:26:00.000-07:00

Just got back from Portland's brand-new fucking IKEA, of all places, and am sitting on a brand-new fucking cool desk chair, that will probably buckle under the weight of my enormous ass any time now.

Have YOU been to IKEA PDX yet? It's Hell on Earth (who knew hell on earth would be convenient to the airport and mass transit? I sure didn't). It's a good thing they don't also make a line of mass-produced, priced-to-own, sleekly-designed Swedish assault rifles, because I would have shot my way out of the kitchen showroom without a second thought.

It only took us a little over an hour from arrival & departure, but it felt like I lost an entire year (sort of like a big, scandinavian torture device not unlike the "the machine" the evil Count Rugen uses on Wesley in The Princess Bride). Today must have been Slow, Aimless Walker day at IKEA, for the legions of plodding, zombie-esque, catalog-in-hand shoppers were, well, legion. At one point, while standing in a checkout line only slightly longer than say, Mecca on a busy day, I pushed our purchases out of the way, and sat down on the wheeled cart. Devin pushed me all the way to the register, and I LOVE him for it.

Dear Architects...

2007-08-17T09:06:00.000-07:00

Jege's photo friday

2007-08-10T11:11:00.001-07:00

I'm back!

2007-08-05T08:15:00.001-07:00

But I'd rather still be at the lake with my little wonder-niece, Ellie. Can you blame me?

Comfy? UPDATED!!

2007-07-16T06:40:00.001-07:00

Thanks to Hunter for the LOLcats pix above!!!! AWESOME!

soon, loon lake, soon...

2007-07-13T07:00:00.000-07:00

Almost vacay time!

Fuck you and your H2 (click for link to FUH2 website)

2007-07-12T09:53:00.001-07:00

Was it Stiffler's mom?

2007-07-11T14:36:00.001-07:00

For this I have no words

2007-07-03T13:30:00.001-07:00

6' tall anatomically-correct sock monkey:

http://www.verkstad.com/monkey.html

Oh wait, yeah I do: EWWWWWWWWWW

WTF Japan, redux.

2007-06-29T14:25:00.000-07:00

Click on the image for a bigger, more legible version.

I LOVE this:

2007-06-27T15:11:00.000-07:00

P.S. It's my birthday today!!!

Inspired by Karicita (click here for link)

2007-06-24T07:50:00.000-07:00

Kari, between both of our blogs, we oughtta be able to come up with a pretty comprehensive list. :) I started out just concocting random, absurd titles, but eventually oh-so-perceptive me figured out that the REAL joke was that Harrison Ford is basically a senior citizen now. I am so smart! S-M-R-T! Anyway, here we go:

Rejected Titles for The New Indiana Jones:

Indiana Jones and the Enchanted Chancre.

Indiana Jones and the Bed Shitter.

Indiana Jones and the Delightful Angora Kitty Sweater.

Indiana Jones and the All-Day "Full House Marathon" on TNT.

Indiana Jones Snaps Calista Flockhart in half like a Twig.

Indiana Jones and the All-Mime Chainsaw Lambada Band.

Indiana Jones and the Hideously Withered Limb that you just can't NOT stare at. EW.

Indiana Jones and the Bottomless Package of Depends.

Indiana Jones and the Early Bird Special.

Indiana Jones and the Deluxe Rascal 625 with a Top Speed of 8 MPH!! http://www.rascalscooters.com/scooters/625.shtml

Indiana Jones Can't Remember Where He Left His Teeth.

How's it going, Frank?

2007-06-21T12:25:00.001-07:00

I LOVE the first verbal exchange in this commercial.
Also, the part where they smash the ceramic kitty.

Cranky Office -

Blogging isn't Fight Club

2007-06-21T06:33:00.001-07:00

As my husband once said:

The first rule about Fight Club is, don't talk about Fight Club.

The second rule about Fight Club is, don't ask about the Fight Club-embossed pink soap; it's not for sale.

A return to Sacriliciousness - UPDATED 6/27/2007

2007-06-20T06:14:00.000-07:00

Angry Teenage Jesus:

Want more? Check out my entire Sacrilicious set with a Flickr Guest pass:
http://www.flickr.com/gp/78365561@N00/L6c4HK

This one's for Crabmommy

2007-06-15T18:05:00.000-07:00

Hey y'all, hie thee over to Crabmommy.com for some choice literary musings on life, family, & motherhood: http://crabmommy.blogspot.com/

Happy birthday, Em & Ellie!!!

2007-06-14T10:08:00.001-07:00

I love the juxtaposition of Ellie's smirkyness & Em's annoyance. :)

Missing the beach....

2007-06-14T10:00:00.001-07:00

Quit hogging the armrest

2007-05-25T11:54:00.000-07:00

Stacy over at Jurgen Nation has just posted a brilliant poem about the desperate tedium of Jobs.
I, ever the post hog, commented with the novella below. After re-reading it a few times, I decided that it warranted its own home on my blog (and Stace, sorry about commenting so "long" on JN lately; it seems that the only time I can summon up a good blog post of my own nowadays is when JN inspires me to do so. Piggybacking, I guess it is. Or something):

All jobs will eventually make you feel this way.

Changing jobs will keep it at bay for a little bit…so will going back to school, both of which I have done. Every one of my friends is in exactly the same boat on this…I don’t know if all people feel this way, and just deal with it differently, but I tend to think that we creative/OCD/depressive types are hyper-sensitive to situations that aren't going exactly as planned (or maybe my friends and I are just insufferable whiners. Perhaps that's why we aren't invited to more parties. But I digress). I think we scrutinize every aspect of our careers (or relationships, for that matter) for “red flags”, and then obsess about them. Don’t get me wrong; we aren't being fatalistic. We just want everything to work out SO desperately that the MINUTE we arent 100% happy, we try and figure out why, and then try to “fix” it. Even when the "fixing" may be something completely beyond our control.

This, of course, is a methodology that’s doomed to fail, but for the life of me I can’t seem to change it. That’s why a “change of scenery” is always a good temporary fix. But my basic personality always guides me back to the same place once the Novelty Of The New has worn off. The geographical cure seldom lasts. My friend Eric & I call this “the ability to be unhappy in any situation”, and it’s the reason why I never want to live in my dream city of London; I never want my ideal place to turn out to be just as boring and unfulfilling as say, Minot, North Dakota. It’s also why I don’t ever want to try and make a living from my photography. If photography becomes my Job, then at some point it will inevitably fade from Life's Passion into Something I HAVE To Do To Pay The Bills. And If that happens, I might as well just dip myself in gravy and jump into a vat of crazed poodles.

Of course, this is no way to live and I KNOW it, and I’m trying to change my behaviors and expectations.

A co-worker of mine has the exact opposite approach to life (he’s one of those disgustingly well-adjusted “what me worry?” types), and he recently described his take on Job Frustration like this:

“it’s like being stuck in the middle seat in coach on an intercontinental flight. You fidget and struggle, but you just can’t get any more comfortable, and the jackasses on either side of you have hogged the armrests. And you know you have 6 hours left of this. So I just Give Up. I stop trying to get more comfortable, stop jockeying for my share of the armrests, and just give up. I resign myself to the situation, and once I realize that I have no control, and I just let it happen, Then I relax and fall asleep. Hell, I might even enjoy the in-flight movie, which is invariably something like ‘She-Devil’ or ‘Stargate’.”

"Yeah, RIGHT" I scoffed, “Why in the HELL would anybody fly COACH on an intercontinental flight?!!! And for the record nobody, and I mean NOBODY, enjoyed 'She-Devil' or 'Stargate'.”

And there, my friends, THERE is the very essence of my problem.

Dear Humans, We have evolved opposable flippers. You're fucked. Love, Sea Lions

2007-05-16T06:45:00.000-07:00

It's this type of thing that makes my business trips to Santa Cruz, CA worthwhile.

Word

2007-05-13T14:01:00.000-07:00

Today, I learned the answer to that age-old question that has, at one time or another, plagued us all: "DO people ever drive around with church choir music cranked up as loud as rap music?"

And the answer? The answer, my friends, is YES. Yes, they do.

Of course, I was too busy reveling in my good fortune to remember to follow the driver to her destination and ask that OTHER age-old followup question: "..and are they gettin' any action?".
DO people see her driving down the street, jamming out to the groin-shaking strains of "hosannah in the highest" and say to themselves, "DAMN, I gotta get me some of THAT"?

Time-waster of the day

2007-05-10T10:36:00.000-07:00

What would you look like if you were a different race...or a different sex? Check out The Face Transformer, and seriously freak your shit out for the rest of the day:

http://morph.cs.st-andrews.ac.uk/

Cuteness overload

2007-05-04T15:01:00.000-07:00

Yep, she's my niece all right:

2007-04-27T13:16:00.000-07:00

Jege's photos du jour

2007-04-27T10:41:00.000-07:00

Phil Hartman was a god:

2007-04-26T14:38:00.001-07:00

Of weighty medleys and ruinous passions....

2007-04-19T12:24:00.000-07:00

Just got this spam email. Someone with an interesting take on the English language and a thesaurus spent a LOT of time on this one:

Anatrim – The latest and most exciting product for weighty people (weighty...such a popular American word) is made available now – As could be seen on Oprah. (COULD be seen? When will we know for sure?) Can you retain all the times when you told yourself you would do anything for being delivered from this quickly growing number of kilos? (DO I!!! It's like you're reading my mind!!) Happily, now no major sacrifice is demanded. (well thank god! I'll send the virgins back) With Anatrim, the earth-shaking kilos-melting medley, (You don't see many good earth-shaking medleys around anymore. Why is that?) you can get healthier mode of life and become really thinner. Just look at what people state!

"I hate to confess but I was an awful food addict. I ate all this garbage and was unable to stop. This ruinous passion (yes, Ruinous passion) stopped when I started course with Anatrim! Oh, God, my appetite disappeared, mood improved and I’m the happiest person 26 pounds in 2.4 months. So, I can tell you now I turned to the happiest person!" (I get it, I get it, she's the happiest person) -Victoria K., Bellevue WA

"Since the very childhood I was a weighty boy. (See? "Weighty" is the new black. Mark my words.) It’s pretty hard to imagine how I abhorred being ridiculed at school (Now I'm no expert, but one would think that it would be fairly EASY to imagine that a person would abhor being ridiculed..unless you're into that sort of thing.) I detested my stoutness (such a common complaint amongst American men today...detesting one's stoutness. It's even Maxim's cover story. Check it out.) and I hated myself. After trying many different remedies I learned about Anatrim. It literally dragged me out of this fearful nightmare! (yep. Fearful nightmare. DRRRAAAGGGEED him right out. True story.) Many thanks and a great respect to you, guys." -Steve Doubt (with a name like Steve Doubt, no wonder he detests his stoutness), Colorado

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There is a great number of gratitudes (who's writing this? The Russian version of HAL 2000?) left by delighted people taking Anatrim. Don’t you gonna join the tens of thousands of slender customers and take this original appetite suppressing energy raising product now? (well, don't you gonna?!) Don’t lose the opportunity!

Bad Deja Vu

2007-04-18T05:57:00.000-07:00

On Friday, November 1, 1991, I was living in Iowa City, IA, working at my first official post-college Architecture job.

Earlier that morning, a friend of mine & I had attempted to drive up to Fargo with plans of seeing the Gear Daddies perform, but after driving for less that an hour, we realized that the ice storm that had been slowly making its way across Iowa was insurmountable. We headed back. And we went back to work.

Sometime after 3:00, the mid-afternoon doldrums set in, and I left the office and scurried across the pedestrian mall to a nearby coffee shop for an infusion of caffeine. Now, anyone who knows Iowa City knows that the downtown and the University of Iowa blend together, blurring all distinction between University and City. In fact, just 1 block away from the coffee shop where I was eagerly watching a barista make my nonfat triple shot mocha, was a cluster of University buildings that I walked by nearly every day on my way to work. Lecture halls, I think they were. I couldn't be sure, since my view of Iowa City was from the eyes of a (first-time) young professional taxpayer, and not a student.

Anyway, after pausing for awhile to chat with a coworker who was also tending to his mid-afternoon work lull, I decided to make my way, jacket-less, across the cold, windy pedestrian mall back to the office. I moved quickly, cradling what was left of my warm coffee between my cold hands. But things outside seemed different. There was almost no one around, and there were police sirens in the distance. The tension in the air was palpable, and something seemed, well, awry. I spun around, and ended up facing the direction of the university buildings. Through the tiny snowflakes that had just began to swirl crazily around, I could see a couple of people, also coatless, running to the west. Perhaps they too were also going to get some coffee. Then I scurried back into the warmth of my office.

An hour or so later we found out. At around 3:30, Gang Lu, a U of I graduate student, had shot six people not two blocks from our office. Four of the victims were professors & administrators with whom Lu had grievances, one was a fellow PhD student, and one was a young secretary in the office of academic affairs. Five of the six died, and the lone survivor (the secretary) was rendered a quadriplegic. Then Lu turned the gun on himself.

I just wish, since Lu was obviously planning on killing himself anyway, he could have done that part first.

I don't know where this came from, but I like it:

2007-04-12T15:36:00.000-07:00

An Inconvenient Truth, Vonnegut-style

2007-04-12T08:36:00.000-07:00

Author Kurt Vonnegut died yesterday at age 84.

Vonnegut said the villains in his books were never individuals, but culture, society and history, which he said were making a mess of the planet.

"We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard... and too damn cheap," he once suggested carving into a wall on the Grand Canyon, as a message for flying-saucer creatures after we humans have long since destroyed the planet.

Despite the fact he was one of my favorite authors, I'd like to be able to prove him wrong on that point.

Jesus' Blog !!

2007-04-12T05:54:00.000-07:00

Okay. Based on my sacrilicious Jesus pictures, I know you probably think that this is something I wrote, but it's not.
Behold... JESUS' BLOG

I wish I knew who to thank for making it (God, perhaps?).

WOLVERINES!!!

2007-04-09T12:34:00.000-07:00

Red Dawn was on TV this weekend, and I found myself hopelessly entranced by its preposterous plot and trite dialogue...it was even worse than the last time I'd seen it, sometime in the early '90s.

Anyway, I couldn't help but wonder what a different movie it would have been if they hadn't been allowed to use the words "You boys". There would be no "You boys get as much food and sleeping bags as you can carry", or "you boys stay up in them mountains and don't come down", or "you boys be careful" etc.

Also, I found it positively terrifying that I KNEW so much of the dialogue...that movie quotes from this possible predecessor to "snakes on a plane" occupied so much of my grey matter:

"You think you're so smart, man, but you're just a bunch of scared kids."

"You're getting pretty low on feelings, aren't you? (answer: I can't afford them)."

"All that hate's gonna burn you up, kid. (answer: It keeps me warm). "

"Tell me what's the difference between us and them? (answer: Because WE LIVE HERE!)."

"AVENGE ME, BOYS! AVEEEEEEENGE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Don't CRY! Just let it turn to somethin' else, man. Turn...To...Somethin'...Else. Let it turn...let it turn..."

Wolverines, indeed.

Fun with space-planning

2007-04-05T12:53:00.000-07:00

During lunch today, I decided to redesign the floorplan of my corner of the office. Whaddaya think?

cyanotic v.2

2007-03-31T15:36:00.000-07:00

Product of a cluttered mind....namely, Jege's

2007-03-29T15:09:00.000-07:00

piscean

2007-03-27T09:06:00.000-07:00

Jege's photos du jour

2007-03-26T08:51:00.000-07:00

Just a couple of things I've been working on....these are my original Holga photos manipulated in Photoshop to add textures.

Little Crazy Yoda

2007-03-16T14:26:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday, I babysat Sebastian, Kate & Miles while their parents worked on getting Matt & Lisa's new house ready to move into. After running them around the park, we went back inside and watched "The Empire Strikes Back". About halfway through the scene where Luke crash-lands in Dagobah & meets Yoda, Sebastian breaks free of his drooling, TV-induced coma and turns to me.

"Jege" he says thoughtfully, "Yoda's crazy".

"he's very old and very wise" I offer, trying not to laugh, "He knows a lot of things. He's just testing Luke's patience".

Sebastian considers this. "Maybe. But he's still CRAY-ZEEEE" he responds, drawing out the word 'crazy' into a long dramatic whisper.

This ice cube tray appears to be male...and happy to see me

2007-03-01T06:03:00.000-08:00

Yes, it's an ice penis. Or more appropriately, an ice boner.

And yes, I did snap it off and throw it in my martini.

Fuck yeah!!

2007-02-26T10:02:00.000-08:00

Great news! One of my images made it into the Musee de l'Elysee's exhibit 'We are all photographers now!' in Lausanne.

www.allphotographersnow.ch/index.php

I would LOVE to visit the museum personally, but unfortunately my personal jet is in the shop.

Here is a better view of the image:

Stealth rabbit infiltrates party

2007-02-25T09:57:00.000-08:00

Sarah quickly and Macgyver-y made a rabbit shape out of a piece of cardboard, and surreptitiously stuck it in the end of Calvert's kitchen light fixture. This is the result.

Genius!!! And the hit of the party: