Jana's Radical Weblog 3

Role reversal

Now that I'm married to a 37 -year-old senior citizen* I'm finding myself doing all kinds of jobs around the house that Andy used to take care of. Like winterizing the boat house, raking leaves, moving garbage cans around and hauling propane tanks. Today I was dismantling the propane fire pit to put away for winter. (A very sad day when I am conceding summer is really over.) I had to ask Andy how to get the propane hose off the thing. Whatever the thing is. I don't know. Meanwhile he was inside watching the kids and making the cupcakes for his mom's birthday. "What does 'beat' mean? How full do I fill the cupcake tins? Can I eat the batter?" I told him that if he's eating steak tartare then of course he can eat batter. Anyway, I kind of liked my new jobs, especially because I got me some cute new rainboots. I cranked pandora from my iphone and got nice and covered in dirt. I feel so butch and I think I like it. __________________ * Andy's back is getting much better but he still is in pain. He can't sit for very long or lift anything like propane tanks.

Foreshadowing

The best fortune cookie fortune to get right before hopping on a plane to present to investors. Now I don't even need to say it, but "Good luck Andy!"

This post was pre-approved by my husband

This post was inspired by: Robot Jumping Rope I may be an old married mom but that doesn't mean I don't have any tidbits to share from my past dating life. Once when a guy came to pick me up for a date the antenna on his car was so large I couldn't go out with him again. When I didn't want to go out with large antenna guy I just had my brother pretend to be me on the phone. (His voice hadn't changed yet.) Antenna guy finally went away. I once dated a guy who stole all the pennies from the "take a penny leave a penny" jar. We got busted by the waitress. I won my college dorm's Dating Game my freshman year. One of the questions was "if you were a pie, what pie would you be?" My answer was, "apple pie, because I'm the American dream." That must have been the vodka talking. In college I went on a date with someone even though he hit Alex in the eye after a rugby game. Our first three months of dating he only played Vanilla Ice in his car. I dated him for two years. Two summers ago at the neighborhood pool I ran into the guy who took me on my first car date. I talked to him for 20 minutes and he had no clue who I was. If that is not a sign to retire the bikini, I don't know what is. I once went on a date with a guy who on the car ride to a state park said, "you know, I could be the green river murderer." Yeah, last date there. I once dated a guy who drove a yellow volkswagen bug with a rolls royce front. He told me our relationship was like a corn dog and we should try it with the mustard. If we didn't like the mustard we could always go back to just the corn dog. I married him.

Kleitsch consumer confidence is building

I hate gambling. If I never stepped in a casino again I wouldn't care. Then what is up with this scenario? Andy: "I really need to hire some people. FAST. I don't know when the angel round will close or how much money I'll take though." Me: "We could probably use our tax refund and move some money around to guarantee a salary for 1 person for 3 months." How did that come out of my mouth? The stakes are getting even higher and I'm talking about doubling down.

Dreaming

The report from Vegas is that the "mobile conference room" was a success. I hate to jinx it before any contracts are even signed, but I will say that Andy subscribed to the yacht magazine, Power Cruising. I'm still dreaming about the taqueria and a nice camera. Even if my dreams are on the smaller scale, it feels good to be dreaming again. If I haven't mentioned it before (ha ha) self-funding a start up has been painful. I also think most people think we're crazy for putting ourselves through this when Andy could be working for a company that would pay him for such work. Or maybe I'm just the one who thinks we're crazy.

On hold now...

Hubby is in Vegas for only a few hours and I already have an email from the credit card company warning of fraudulent activity. What is going on in Vegas? What goes on in Vegas will not stay in Vegas because there is going to be a paper trail. ----Update---- It is reassuring to know that when hubby hops a plane to Vegas, rents and RV and buys a bunch of booze that it is not our usual shopping pattern and that we'll get a call.

Project 365 continues with lame camera

Got today's photo for Project 365 by 9am. Perhaps a personal record. I couldn't get her to smile and stand still though. This week was the week I have been planning to buy my new camera. Good thing I didn't hit the "proceed to checkout" button just yet. I found out I'll be financing this for next week. Sigh. The good news is that financing for my revolution seems to be more and more in sight. I'm still hopeful for better glass and more nights at the taqueria.

Volunteer Remorse

Andy came home from the Shoreline Management Council meeting tonight. A: Guess who is the chairman of the committee? Me: You? A: Yep. Me: What? You are way too busy. What are you thinking? Later I returned home from the PTA meeting at K's school.... Me: Guess who is the new PTA secretary?

Rats, I should have attended Ignite Seattle

From the Ignite Seattle website:

Ellen Kowalczyk - Living with (and not killing) the entrepreneur in your life. Creative ways on managing money, time, personal space and the emotional ups and downs of living with a startup junkie.

Ignite Seattle! » Ignite Seattle 5: The Schedule
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Although I see that Ellen has only been married for to a startup junkie for 3 years as opposed to my 12.

In other startup junkie news:
Brent, one of my co-workers asked me the other day, "How is Andy's company coming along? Is it a success?" I asked him to define success. "Amount of money earned divided by total hours worked." "With that definition," I said, "total failure." I mentioned this to Andy and he said he equates personal happiness into his equation in which case he declares, "complete success."

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Another convo with the hubby

Him: You know how some girls have that look of their thong showing above their jeans? Me: Yeah? Not liking where this convo is going Him: Well you have the look of your long underwear popping up above your jeans.