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  • Average Jane Rents Her Last DVD

    DvdYou can mark your calendar for Monday, May 28, 2012 as the last time anyone from my household will ever visit a "video store" to rent a DVD.

    The portents loomed large:

    • There were hardly any movies we wanted to see, even though it had been months since our last visit. (Admittedly, that's as much Hollywood's fault as the store's.)
    • As soon as we found something we were interested in watching, I launched the Netflix app on my iPhone to see if I could stream it instead.
    • When we checked out, it turned out we had a $1 fine from the last time we'd rented a disc, 150 days earlier.

    We finally picked out a movie and took it home to watch it. After 20 minutes, I turned to my husband and said, "I'm not laughing. Shall we call it?" He said, "I'm done. Let's watch something else." Whereupon we switched to the Roku and started streaming a movie from—you guessed it—Netflix.

    The next day I happened to walk past the store and I thought, "I should have brought the DVD with me." Then I proceeded to forget all about it. Every day I remembered when it was too late, so the upshot is that I returned it this morning and we'll now owe a big fine for a movie we DIDN'T EVEN WATCH.

    I'm officially through with renting physical media. The selection is terrible and it's a huge hassle. From now on, we're all about streaming, broadcast and the occasional purchased DVD (but only if it's something really good like Game of Thrones).

    How about you? Do you still rent DVDs?

    Photo credit: Jalada and Sefran

  • Average Jane Registers As A Bone Marrow Donor

    Here's a situation where I'm pretty sure I can speak for the average person. If you're like me, you probably have always thought of bone marrow donation as something scary and heavily medicalized that involves drilling directly into your bones. Actually, it's not like that at all. Most donors undergo a procedure that's basically a blood donation. A few have bone marrow extracted from a hip bone, but they're sedated for the process and it's largely painless.

    Logo-bethematchGetting into the registry is painless as well. It involves filling out a form and swabbing the inside of your cheek. Seriously, the hardest part about it is figuring out what ethnic group you belong to. (I went with Northern European and Western European. That should cover the Swedes, British and Germans lurking in my DNA.)

    I'm going to give you another good reason to register: her name is Kris Miner. She suffers from transformed cutaneous t-cell lymphoma and the only treatment available for her is a stem cell and bone marrow transplant. However, there is no match for her in the national bone marrow registry. She is of Dutch and German extraction, so if you're interested in helping her specifically and that's your background as well (I'm looking at you, Iowegians), please visit this page to get more information and join the registry.

    No matter what your DNA profile, bone marrow donors are needed to help treat a variety of life-threatening diseases. The National Marrow Donor Program can also use monetary donations and volunteers, so there are many ways to help. And help is very much needed.

  • Average Jane Seeks Professional Help

    Once I got back into the routine of walking a daily 5k, it quickly became apparent that my athletic shoes were well past their prime. For one thing, they squeaked every time I took a step. I couldn't remember if that had always been the case or not, but it was definitely annoying. They were also developing a hole in the mesh on one side. When I thought about it, I realized they were at least three or four years old.

    I knew I was going to need help finding a better shoe for walking and running, so I asked my Twitter followers to recommend a store that actually helps with fittings. The majority suggested Garry Gribble's Running Sports and a couple of people specifically recommended a particular location.

    Yesterday I managed to combine the errands of transporting cats for my animal rescue group with visiting the top-recommended store in the same shopping center. 

    I walked in and actually had to wait a couple of minutes because business was booming. When it was my turn, the sales rep asked me to take off my shoes, roll up my pantlegs to mid-calf, and walk back and forth. Then he measured my feet with a good, old-fashioned Brannock Device and went to the stockroom to pick out some styles for me to try.

    While I waited, I looked at the sole of my old shoes. My right shoe was worn so badly on the upper right that the sole was crumbling. When the salesman saw the wear pattern, he said, "I wouldn't have guessed that from the way you walk. I'm going to get you different shoes," whereupon he returned to the stockroom with his initial picks and came back with a different stack of options.

    ShoeI tried on each pair, doing right/left comparisons between brands/styles. The second pair I tried seemed to be perfect, and that initial impression was borne out to the end. I bought them (they were even on sale!) and wore them out of the store, noticing the whole way home how much more comfortable they were than the shoes I'd had on earlier.

    This morning I wore them on my walk and it made such a difference to have properly fitted shoes! For one thing, they're D width, which is considerably wider than any shoes I've purchased before. They're very lightweight and they fit snugly with no rubbing or constriction. I've been adding more jogging into my walks and they made today's jogged blocks much easier.

    I kept my old shoes because I may wear them for the Color Run even though they're shot. Otherwise, I'm looking forward to having my wonderful new shoes for other upcoming events and daily walks. At least until they've reached the 300 to 500 miles or three to six months they're expected to last. Yes, I'm learning.

  • Average Jane Starts Walking…Again

    After months of inactivity, I've finally gotten back to exercising daily. It was a long haul, especially since I had legitimate reasons for stopping initially (bronchitis…twice, followed by hurting my back). I needed something to motivate me and I got my hint when I suddenly started seeing Nike+ Fuelbands all over the place.

    As a notorious early adopter of technology, I couldn't resist getting one. It's really easy to set up with your height, weight and age and then it tracks the number of "steps" you take (you wear it on your wrist, so the accelerometer really only knows when you've moved your arm), estimates the number of calories you've burned, and assigns "fuel" points by some mysterious system that's designed to give all their users equivalent scores for the amount they've moved around during the day.

    I don't know how accurate any of the tracking is, but the important thing for me is to be able to compare one day to another and have an incentive to take my 5k walk every morning. It does show you a graph of your entire day and it's easy to see that the spikes are all at times when I was legitimately doing more exercise (morning walk, walk to lunch, evening dog walk, etc.).

    An interesting point of historical interest on my walk through a nearby neighborhood: Santa Fe, Oregon and California wagon trail crossingMy first day with it was last Saturday and I initially set a goal of 2,000 fuel points, which I more than doubled by the end of the day. I bumped my goal to 3,500 and I've managed to exceed it each day since.

    Of course, there's no way I could make that goal without walking the 3.2+ miles each morning, so that's my big incentive to roll out of bed at 6:00 a.m. and hit the sidewalks. It's like playing a fitness game with myself.

    The other beneficiary of this renewed program is Toby. The poor little guy had to have been getting so bored being inside almost all the time. He gets so excited about each morning's walk that he literally prances out the door with his tail wagging. For the last couple of days he hasn't even wanted to eat his breakfast before the walk because he's too eager to get going.

    The first few walks wore him out and he would sprawl onto the couch and pass out almost immediately after we got home. Now they're amping him up, so that he's eager to spend the rest of the morning playing with Dr. Jones, his squeaky toys and me. Unfortunately, I'm busy getting ready for work at that time, but the cat and the squeaky toys will do.

    I was pretty worn out by the first few walks myself, but now that I've made it to day six, I feel like I've hit my stride again (no pun intended). In fact, I may start altering my route a bit just to keep it interesting because seven days a week of the same route, even if I alternate directions, can get a little tiresome.

    I'm also considering adding in some jogging and seeing if I can work my way up to at least 50/50 on walking and jogging. I have the Color Run coming up at the beginning of July, and anything that will keep me out in the heat for less time will be a good thing!

  • Average Jane’s Girls’ Day Out

    IMG_2424I was out of town for my niece Shay's twelfth birthday, so I decided that I would take her out to lunch and shopping so she could pick out her own gift. She stays really busy with school, soccer and lacrosse, but we managed to take advantage of an open afternoon yesterday.

    Of course, it was also Mother's Day, which meant that we needed to avoid restaurants that were too mom-ish. Thus, we ended up at Winstead's for burgers, onion rings and fries. I had a limeade and she got the chocolate shake. We were both stuffed.

    Winstead's is a Kansas City tradition and although we didn't visit the original 1940 location, they're all pretty much the same. The decor is 1950s reinterpreted through the color palette of the 1980s. I think Shay considered it kind of old and ratty. One of these days I should take her to one of the really funky burger joints my husband and I frequent.

    After that, we moved on to shopping. In addition to getting her a birthday gift, we also needed to get her some new athletic shoes and buy a Mother's Day gift for my sister.

    IMG_2425We started out at Pier 1, which was just a few doors down from the restaurant. I thought it seemed like a promising place to get a Mother's Day gift. We spent what seemed like an eternity looking at housewares and home decor items. Shay was enamored of a fleecy double papasan chair and tried on every style of fancy masquerade mask they had. She finally chose one small birthday gift there and we moved on to…the mall.

    Yes, we went to Oak Park Mall, an enormous suburban shopping draw that has every chain store you can think of. I hadn't been there in as long as I could remember.

    The instant we walked in the door, I had an asthma-related coughing fit. Some combination of candle store scents and food court smoke got to me and didn't let go until we'd moved to another wing. Did I have my rescue inhaler with me? Of course not.

    We made our way through one store after another, gathering purchases: jasmine pearls tea and dark chocolate truffles for my sister, two cute tops and some reasonably-priced LA Gear sneakers for Shay, and an eye shadow for me.

    We finished our shopping trip with birthday cupcakes from Cupcake A la Mode. I got the Gold Digger, described as, "A chocolate cupcake filled with gooey caramel and topped with our rich chocolate buttercream, rolled in crushed pecan pieces and drizzled with more caramel." Super messy. Oh, so good. I wish I had another one right now.

    Shay had to be home by 4:00 p.m. for a lacrosse game and I got her there in plenty of time for her to give my sister her present and watch her show off her purchases. 

    We had a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to another day out with my niece. No need to wait for another birthday!

  • The Colorful Neighborhood Where Average Jane Works

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    There's an alleyway that I pass when I walk from my office to my favorite coffee shop that is always painted with a variety of interesting artwork. Yesterday I stopped to take this photo of a new character I hadn't noticed before.

  • Average Jane’s Bad Dog

    While my husband and I were vacationing in Nashville, we left Toby with my sister and her family. My nephew thought it was great because it gave him a snuggle buddy. The rest of the household was less thrilled with the experience.

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    We hadn't even reached our destination yet when I received this photo with the accompanying text from my sister, "So ty ty from peeing on ur stuff." There was a winky emoticon with it, but I still felt guilty that Toby was causing problems.

    He settled in relatively well otherwise, except for the occasional molestation of the family's ancient Pomeranian, Sooner. I had hoped that he would play with their young lab mix, Olive, but he was afraid of her (probably because of her size and rambunctiousness), so that didn't happen. Still, the whole gang managed to get along well enough to share the couch at naptime.

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    Not sharing so well was my sister's cat, Hutch. He took on Dr. Jones' role as bed stealer, leaving Toby to drape himself over the arm of the chair to sleep. As you can see, sleeping is his favorite.

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    When I called my niece to wish her a happy birthday the day before we came back into town, I asked if she was tired of Toby yet. She said, "Is it okay to tell the truth?"

    It turned out he'd peed in her room three times since I'd left him, in addition to all the other times he'd peed in different rooms of their house. Heavy sigh.

    So it looks like he's probably going to have to be boarded for future vacations. If he weren't such a terrible traveler we'd take him with us, but he whines incessantly on even brief car trips. I think we can all see why he drew the short straw when his original family needed to pick a dog to give up.

    Still, he's a sweet guy and he does pretty well at home as long as he gets lots of opportunities to go outside. I hope we can improve his potty training over time, even though he's already a mature dog. Either way, I still love him and enjoy him during the 99% of the time when I'm not cleaning up after him. We just need to work on the 1%.

  • Average Jane Reads

    My husband tried his best to sync his schedule with mine before we left for Nashville, but that just meant that I woke up four hours earlier than he did instead of the usual eight. Fortunately, travel in the age of the Kindle (or in my case, the iPad Kindle app) means that there's no real limit to the number of books that you can take with you on vacation.

    Thus, I had a wonderful amount of leisure time to read on our trip and I took full advantage of it.

    BiabFirst on the list was Bitch in a Bonnet: Reclaiming Jane Austen From the Stiffs, the Snobs, the Simps and the Saps (Volume 1) by Robert Rodi. It's an e-publication from the author of a blog by the same name. The entertainment value it provided far exceeded the 99¢ it cost to download, so I recommend it or its pricer trade paperback version without reservation. The book examines and snarks on Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, and Mansfield Park in such a highly entertaining manner that it didn't even matter to me that I'd only read two of the three source books.

    His blog is temporarily on hiatus, right near the beginning of Emma, which is a big disappointment. So buy the book because Emma is really long and it's going to take a while.

    SotAfter that I read The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut because someone had mentioned it on a blog right before I left. It's definitely a science fiction classic and it seemed familiar enough that it's possible that I'd read it as a youth and then forgotten the majority of it.

    LptnhLast but certainly not least was Let's Pretend This Never Happened: (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson, a.k.a. The Bloggess. If you're reading this, you probably already know all about the book and have it in your possession now, but if that's not the case, seriously, go buy it. I'll wait.

    I laughed so much while I was reading this book that I cried off all my mascara before I got past the first few chapters.

    As I read how Jenny felt that being around strangers made her do awkward and embarrassing things, it reminded me that the one time I met her at BlogHer, it wasn't five minutes before I dropped an entire iced latte on the floor of the hotel lobby right in front of the entire group of bloggers she was with. I may have splashed some of them. So who's awkward and embarrassing now, Jenny?

    Apparently I'd blocked that from my mind until the book made me remember. Luckily I'm fairly immune to embarrassment anyway.

    Now that I'm back home, I've moved on to Winter Solstice by Rosamunde Pilcher, an upcoming book club selection. I like it so far. The writing reminds me a little of Louise Penny, although I suspect this book is not going to be a mystery novel.

    I also read Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher for another book club. It's really short, so it only took me a couple of hours. It was sassy and gossipy, but tinged with a lot of weight from the problems she's had.

    What are you reading these days?

    Disclaimer: Links are provided only for your convenience. Exhortations to purchase the books merely reflect my enthusiasm and purchases will not benefit me in any way unless you want to have a conversation about them afterward.

  • Average Jane Celebrates National Hairball Awareness Day

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    Yes, today's the day and we're celebrating here by drawing to see who will win my cat FURminator giveaway.

    The first two comments were from the same person, so I ran the random number generator for entries 2 through 34:

    Random

    Lucky entry #8 was from Sweet Purrfections:

    Winners

    I'm sure they can really use a good FURminating. Congratulations, kittehs!

    Disclosure: Prize was provided to me at no charge by FURMinator, but I will be paying for shipping to prize winner.

  • Average Jane’s Brushes With Fame

    Jamming in Nashville with Johnny NeelOne of the more frustrating things about my scrupulously safe use of social media during my vacation is that it prevented me from blabbing to the Internet every time we managed to spot a celebrity during our trip.

    That's probably for the best because Nashville is the kind of place where musicians of all levels of fame reside generally unmolested. My husband said when he first moved there in 1979, he could hardly believe it when he saw Dolly Parton grocery shopping at Kroger. However, it didn't take him long to get used to such things because, after all, everybody has to eat.

    And speaking of eating, we were having lunch at Calypso Cafe with my husband's friend Dennis Holt when who should walk in but Keith Urban. No, Nicole Kidman was not with him. He looked pretty much exactly the way he does in every music video in which he appears. He was a little taller than I would have expected, but that's probably because he wasn't standing next to his Amazonian wife.

    No one bothered him during the meal and I chose to forego trying to photograph him from across the room because not only would it have been gauche, but I'm not even a country music fan. It's possible that I wouldn't have even recognized him if Dennis hadn't said something.

    Later in the trip, my husband and I finally got around to having burgers at Rotier's, as suggested by the fabulously helpful Busy Mom, who provided all kinds of activity and food suggestions when I asked the Nashvillians on Twitter for advice.

    About halfway through our meal, a group of fellow patrons got up to pay their bill and my first thought was that they looked like ad agency creative directors. You know the type: older guys, cool clothes, hip hairstyles. Well, one of them was wearing a very distinctive cap and we both realized at about the same time that it was Rick Nielsen from Cheap Trick. After that, we spotted Robin Zander and Tom Petersson, so there was no doubt as to who the guys were. 

    The waitstaff obviously didn't recognize them at all, which made it slightly more satisfying somehow. Again, I chose not to take any photos. After they left, my husband gave me a hard time because I hadn't spotted them in the back room earlier when I stopped by the restroom, but obviously I had other priorities at the time.

    The only other random well-known person we ran across was Billy Ward, who I presume is famous mainly among drummers. We were at Fork's Drum Closet at the time so, really, any pro drummer sighting there is shooting fish in a barrel.

    The one famous person we saw on purpose was when my husband's friend Ed Simpson hosted a dinner and jam at his house that included Johnny Neel, former Allman Brothers keyboardist. He was quite a character.

    So that was the celebrity portion of our Nashville vacation. Next post: the many books I read on my trip.