Pinny and Me. A Love Affair

I cannot tell a lie since we are friends and all. My roommate, Jason, was on Pinterest long before me. I held out. Why? Well, because I thought it was another thing to suck up my time. I already spend hours scouring the Internet for pictures of adorable puppies (not really a cat person so…) He would tell me all the time how much I would love this snazzy site. Still I held off until one day when I caved.

Well, I was an obvious bonehead because this site has changed my life. Okay, not in the way of like making me more organized or finding the meaning of life but in the, wow I can totally save all those toilet paper rolls and use them for meaningful artsy projects and what not. This is useful stuff to me. It has made me more creative and really showed me that I am not the only person in the world that wants a coat hanger made of doll parts or a delicious recipe for vegan nachos (which I have made 100 times without the aid of Pinterest) but theirs are always better and take WAY more work.

Still, late at night when I am suppose to be sleeping I browse Pinterest. I have become a DIY maven, at least in my mind. I have actually only made like 2 things, maybe three, that I absolutely love due to Pinny (I feel like Pinterest and I are close enough now for affectionate nicknames). Okay, I haven’t made a lot for all the time I have spent browsing but hey…baby steps.

Another reason I adore this site is that affirms that there are other people with similar tastes, hang-ups and love for both meaningless and meaningful stuff. I like that. I like that one day I can be finding a use all the spray paint I buy and the next, I can be planning a party for dogs. And all this information is in one spot…mind blown. Okay wait, I know that technically I have to click on the website for the actual directions but you get what I am putting down. Right?

So in closing, I will share my ridiculous Pinterest site with you and hopefully you will still like me after you see how strange I really am. But then you are reading this so you probably already know. And if you feel like sharing yours with me, then awesome!! Find me on Pinterest at Jamie Marose


“Sleep- The Most Beautiful Experience in Life- Except Drink”

“Sleep- The Most Beautiful Experience in Life- Except Drink” –W.C. Fields

Sleep. It is one of those things that I absolutely hate but I also simply adore. I hate it because I don’t do it very well. I stay up until my body feels like it going to literally fall down. Once I am actually asleep I can sleep for like 8 hours like a hibernating bear. The weird thing is that I have tried many many times to go to bed early and get up like normal people. Unfortunately, no matter what I do I cannot be normal (when it comes to sleeping).

I know what you’re thinking and before you get all self-righteous on me, yes I have tried giving up caffeine, eating different foods, taking non-habitual forming sleeping aids, it just doesn’t happen. Now let me explain, I can get up if I need to and be somewhat coherent but I wont be able to go to sleep until later that night. Cycle starts again. Then once every couple months this girl checks out for a couple days. By checking out, I mean I totally sleep all day long and into the night.

Now don’t think that I am not getting up at all and I am lying in my own filthy or anything but I literally sleep 12-13 hours only to get up for a few hours and then go back to bed. I didn’t notice that I did this until a few months ago when it happened and then a couple days ago it happened again. Pretty sure its been going on for awhile and I just didn’t put the pattern together. But it is definitely a checking out moment.

I normally don’t care about societal norms. Different is okay with me, I like the night way better anyway; less busy, not so damn hot, and things always seem more mysterious. But I noticed an article that said 14 Things that Highly Successful People Do. And on this list was get up early because the mind thinks quicker in the day. While I do not disagree with this, since science has told us that our bodies run better at certain times, I DO think that a body can be successful no matter the time of day.

If I am not a natural morning person than there is no way that I will achieve shit in the morning that resembles success. But if my best time of day is 4-8 pm is that to say that I will never be successful? I may not sleep like a normal person but I am awake enough to know that early is for the birds and I feel I am pretty motivated and mildly successful in life even if its later than normal.

Handle Yourself Properly

I am a girl that loves to party. I adore hanging out with friends at the local pub, tiki lounge or even the occasional dance club. But I am not the girl that likes to babysit drunks. There is a distinct difference…I am seasoned in the art of how to handle your shit and lately others are not. What happened to the days that I would go out with friends and we could all sit around chatting, drinking and just having a good time or dancing and sweating it all out? Lately two things have either happened: 1. I am no longer tolerant of blitzed individuals or 2. People are just becoming sloppier drunks.

I get drunk; I am not above it and have a fantastic time doing it. But I am also able to carry myself in a manner that someone isn’t leading me around like I am a leashed child. I know when I have had too much and it’s no longer a good idea to be out in public. I take my ass home (in a cab or on the rail), eat a veggie cheeseburger, drink 5 glasses of water, take 2 Tylenol and put myself to bed. But lately I have noticed an increase of me taking care of people who can’t handle their shit. Here are the different drunks I have encountered recently:

1. Sad, weepy drunks that feel everyone hates them when really they hate themselves for drinking that much.
2. Pukey drunks…really if you know that is what you become…seriously reconsider how much you drink.
3. Constant asking if I am angry, drunks. Yeah I pretty pissed because you have asked me if I am pissed about 20 times (in the last 15 minutes).
4. Confrontational drunks. Look I agreeing with your view on said topic why are you still yelling your points at me?
5. Lingering drunks: after you have been in the bar for 4 hours chatting and drinking when its time to go…go. Don’t linger in the parking lot drunk as shit for another hour waiting for the cops to drive by because you’re loitering.
6. Won’t go home drunks. Look the parties over so don’t assume there is an after party at my place. I am already annoyed with you so, no, you aren’t going to come over for a few more drinks.

I was at this fantastic party the other night and 1 of my friends was just wasted. I went home. Yep, its gotten that bad that I will leave a great party just so I don’t have to deal with your drunk ass. Sorry but you continue to be that person and you will continue to see less and less of me. There is a point when everyone becomes too old for that. It doesn’t mean you cant get a little drunk just handle it before you become one of the above. Do us all a favor and forgo that last drink that pushes you over the edge.

Forever 14

I had Criminal Minds playing in the background last night while I was working and something caught my attention. I heard Dr. Reed (which is a total hunk) say, “No music ever impacts us as much as what we listen to at age 14.” I began to think about it and wonder if this was true so I googled it and found that, in fact, it was totally true. Apparently that age is when we start branching out, finding out what we like and don’t like and really start having opinions of our own which will inevitably define who we are and become.

Of course at fourteen we don’t know that is what is happening. We just know that MC Hammer is awesome in those parachute pants, gold chains and that You Can’t Touch This. When I was fourteen I didn’t realize that the way I dressed, the songs I loved and the choices I made would make me who I am today but as I look back I can see it. I still own and LOVE my Bomber jacket, Dr. Martens, Pearl Jam albums and NKOTB dolls (just Donnie though). Thankfully those things are still around and making quite the comeback (Pearl Jam never left).


So I took a look back to my top 14 songs out of the top 100 hits of 1990. And you know what, I still probably know every damn word to each of these songs. What are yours? Don’t be shy. I showed you mine, now you show me yours?  😉

  1. Step by Step – New Kids on the Block


     2. Hold On – Wilson Phillips

     3. Vision of Love – Mariah Carey

     4. Janie’s Got a Gun – Aerosmith

     5. Freedom – George Michael

     6. Nothing Compares to You – Sinead O’Connor

     7. Vogue – Madonna


     8. Epic – Faith No More

     9. Blaze of Glory – Jon Bon Jovi

   10. Opposites Attract – Paula Abdul

   11. Higher Ground – Red Hot Chili Peppers

   12. When Didn’t Start the Fire – Billy Joel


   13. All I Want to Do is Make Love to You – Heart

   14. Ice Ice Baby – Vanilla Ice (this came out the year before but was still on the charts)


Bungalows, Grannies and Waving

I moved a few months ago into Central Phoenix or CenPho as they call it. It’s a rather small apartment complex, about 10 units, built back in the late 60’s that has managed to modernize without losing its charm. Minutes from downtown and across the street from the new light rail, it is a dream location. Previously, I lived in a huge apartment complex filled with families and retirees in the Northeast part of the city. It was okay but nothing was within walking distance except 4 other large apartment communities and a giant Costco. It lacked originality and it was a fairly new area so it really hasn’t had a chance to be anything other than major corporation stores.


The new place is surrounded by old homes, built as far back as 1926 and more than ¾ of the homes are exactly the same as they were in their prime. Most of them are in that Los Angeles bungalow style and sit on big half acre properties. These homes used to be four miles outside of town but now its located smack dab in Central Phoenix. And I am happy it is. It shows me that around every corner there are hidden gems in the city. Its not just filled with cookie cutter homes, Costco’s and Wal-Mart’s but filled with big lawns and a place where people actually sit on the front porch and wave at passerby’s.


Seeing these homes everyday when I go for my morning jog (yes, I jog!) makes me a better person. It makes me thankful for the past and it also makes me want to always pick up after my dog, not throw cigarette butts and pick up trash when I see it, even if its not mine. I want this neighborhood to see another 88 years just exactly as it is. I want everyone to still wave at each other, I want to continue to see a dad walk to pick up his son every day and I want to see grandma with the most beautiful roses bending down to smell them every morning. This is my neighborhood and I am so proud they haven’t changed in years!




5 Months of Bliss

It sits there waiting silent, still and calm. It sits there taunting me all through the semi-cold winter. It sits there all shiny and refreshing begging me to get into it…yes it’s the pool, my beautiful, wonderful, happy Arizona pool.


Once September hits most Phoenicians don’t dare step into their pool, it’s much to cold. But once February/March hits, you start to see people lying by the pool starting on their tans. No one gets in, not yet, because it’s a frigid 80 degrees. (brr). But once the temperatures go up to a solid 86+ we cant get enough. (FYI once it gets past 110 degrees the pool feels like hot bathwater, yuck!). We have a good 5-month pool season here and that is perfectly fine with us!

The pool isn’t just a place to cool down from the torturous Arizona sun; it’s a place where family, friends and even strangers gather. I have had parties, business meetings and my best ideas in or around a pool. It’s the one place that I feel like I can just be calm, rational, silly and fun all at the same time (unless drinks are involved then rationality is gone). There is just something awesome about a pool party with all the fixins: BBQ, horseshoes, drinks and floaties.


Pool season in Arizona means you have more than 1 bathing suit. In fact, it’s perfectly acceptable to have 6 or 7 and wear them everywhere. You see people sporting them at the grocery store, the local Starbucks and even at the mall because you never know when your buddies are heading to the lake for an impromptu afternoon swim. And to be honest, you probably have a six-pack or bottle of your favorite alcohol in your trunk for occasions such as this. 

Arizona can get pretty damn hot but with a pool in almost every yard it certainly makes the heat a bit more bearable. Actually, it makes living here damn right awesome. So the leaves never really change colors, so it never snows but for a good 5 months we are hanging out with our buddies by the pool with snacks, beer and great conversation…and we don’t even have to change clothes to go to the bank!

Crazy About Vader

I am a huge animal lover, I have walked dogs for the last two years and haven’t been doing it for the money, I can assure you of that.  But I would see people with their dogs, dressing them up, taking them everywhere, cooking them special meals, having them groomed every couple of weeks etc. I thought those people were a little nutty until…I became one of them.

Now I have owned dogs all my life mostly larger dogs like Labradors, Shepherds and the like but never a small dog. I just was a big dog kind of girl. I wanted a dog that was bigger than me more like a small horse than an actual dog. But sadly, my ex got our dog in the break up leaving me with no dog for almost four years. I really wanted to get another dog and kept my eyes peeled for one . Then I met Vader.

One hung over day my friends and I had to go and get my car where I had left it the night before. My car was in the parking lot of the Farmer’s Market and we decided to take a walk through it.  My friend fell in love with two of the dogs that were up for adoption, Vader and Bones (big Sci-fi fans I am assuming).  She couldn’t adopt them since she was moving to Paris in a few weeks but she decided to foster both dogs.

Bones was a stringy white mix with a huge over-bite and Vader was a black Chug (½ Chihuahua and ½ Pug).  I had gone over to her place a few times and Vader kinda hung in the back like a shy little pup. But soon he would come and put his head on my hand. Instantly, I fell in love. He was just so little and scared. I decided then that I had to have him so I told her that while she was in Paris, I would see how Vader did with me. The day he came home I knew that he would be mine forever.


I have had him now for almost a year and I have dressed him in shirts, tuxedos (for his birthday), snow suits and sunglasses. I take him to get coffee or sit in the many dog friendly lunch spots around town. He goes to the groomers every two weeks where he comes out smelling like cologne. We make him yogurt and granola for breakfast and turkey dinners all mixed with his dog food.


I have become that crazed pet owner that has substituted their dog for children. I can’t bear to be away from him for longer than a day or two and my mother calls him her grandchild. He has touched my heart in a way not no other dog has and I am happy to say …I am a crazy pet owner.