I'm right here- you do not need to shout

Thought you might be interested to know that one of my favorite hobbies is eavesdropping. I tend to do it as often as possible- In checkout lines, airport terminals, airplanes, buses, parks, restaurants, etc. and I just love it! Snippets of other people's conversations caught out of context can really bring on an inner giggle, maybe even a stifled laugh.

The thing is, I'm afraid I am being duped. I mean, more often than not it is quite a challenge NOT to eavesdrop. Apparently people like to talk in loud voices. All the time. No matter what. I don't know that I have ever had to "search out" an opportunity to eavesdrop. I never have to switch seats with someone to get a better listen. I never have to duck behind garbage cans or giant plastic plants to get in on a great conversation at the mall. I don't even feel the need to cock my head to the side and squint my eyes. I can hear everybody just fine by simply, listening. Few people out there are speaking in hushed tones- yet the CONTENT of some of these conversations really should be spoken in hushed voices- in my opinion. So does this mean what I do is not truly eavesdropping?

Perhaps I just get a kick out of the way people interact- or do not interact, as for many of these people, they give me the impression that they believe they are the only ones in the room/terminal/plane/checkout line. Well, they are not. And I am listening to every word. Mwahahaha!

Ahh, this all started because while waiting in line at Fred Mayer I was the loud one (gasp!). A red-headed, bearded friend of mine and I were chatting about how self-righteous it seems that Oprah is on every single cover of her, "O" magazine. We both thought the readers might appreciate a change of pace, and a good start would be to put a picture of my red-headed, bearded friend on the cover! Oh we got a chuckle, and so did the checkout lady-though I believe she simply began laughing because we were laughing- not because she understood what we were talking about. She proceeded to go on a rant that Oprah spends all her money on people over in Africa. Why can't she just help people here. There are people here that need help too.

Funny, lighthearted conversation. Enter: Checkout lady who does not know the eavesdropping rules (Stay out the conversation. While it may or may not have been intended for you to overhear, YOU are not part of the conversation. Just. Listen.) Thank you lady, now I'm irritated with you because who are you to say who needs help more. Our people are better than their people? People are people are people are people. Help those you can. And for heavens sake- stop talking shit for helping the wrong people.

How I love all these loud people. And don't worry- I don't judge, I don't interrupt, I don't even shoot funny looks. I just listen and enjoy. (And if I hear something spectacularly ridiculous, I might share it with a friend or two.)

I dont know why... she swallowed that fly.

I'll let you in on a little secret...

She swallowed that fly because they are TAKING OVER HER HOUSE, LANDING ON ALL DRINKS AND FOODSTUFFS.

When I lived in the house with Ben, Ben, Steven, and Crazy, we never had fruit flies. If we did, the cause was blatantly obvious (that peach over there- or is it a nectarine- maybe a plum?? It would be so much easier if it wasn't covered in fuzz...) and the problem was over once said fruit was removed. My new apartment? Fruit flies. Everywhere. How is it possible that a house positively littered with beer bottles, food, dirty dishes, towels soaked in wine from that spill last weekend, and garbage that was only taken out when one could no longer stack it any higher has NO problem with fruit flies, and the well maintained, frequently cleaned apartment I am now living in is riddled with them?

Any ideas of how to get rid of them? We have a trap....



This trap seems to be working well in that it traps a lot of flies. This trap does not seem to be working so well in that there are still a shit ton of flies- everywhere.

I mean, check this out.

Beautiful flowers. In a paper bag on our porch because....


These bastards moved into the vase. WTF mate?


Anyway-
My apologies for complaining in my blog debut. Perhaps I am not starting out on the right foot. Guess you will just have to stick with me so I can prove myself a non-whiner.

Thank you for reading, and please pass it along that I am now, officially, a blogger.
-Kara

and so it begins...

Greetings All,

I used to blog quite often on my myspace page (http://www.myspace.com/gjesdal), but I have done so less and less. Facebook allows you to post "notes," but I do not feel that it is a good place for me to articulate my thoughts. SO-

Here I am on Blogspot!

Enjoy.