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Marilyn Jean is having her late 1800’s home remodeled.

She is getting a new kitchen!! With the multitude of people who come through her home on a daily basis to eat, she deserves it!

When they started doing demolition of the old kitchen, she found a treasure trove of history in the walls. Old bank checks, pictures, books, hymnals, shoes, buttons, letters and postcards.  Her farmhouse had at one time been a cheese factory. We had a little archive in our office for a bit, she had brought in her discovered treasures for us to see. It was fascinating.

Daily, she comes to the office with cabinet, paint, tile, back splash, counter, etc. samples we all get to vote on.  It’s so much easier to make a decision for someone else’s kitchen.

Recently a beautiful copper farmer’s sink was delivered. We are all living vicariously through Marilyn Jean.

Currently she has a dutch door that leads from the kitchen to the laundry room. She calls it her “Mr. Ed door.”


Marilyn Jean: I want to change the bathroom door off the kitchen to look like my new kitchen cupboard doors.  They’re distressed.

Daisy: Get a door you like and we can distress it ourselves.

Marilyn Jean: Oh I know you can. You distress me every day!

I just love that Marilyn Jean, she is a hoot!


Brainiwacks on break:

Daisy: I must need a nap. I just spelled bone: b-o-a-n.

Marilyn Jean: I know I was spelling something yesterday like “do” and I coudn’t remember how to spell it.

It is d-e-w.

Jillian: I hate those two letter words.

Daisy: They’re so hard!

Marilyn Jean: For crying out loud!

Jillian: Who brought the cupcakes? I just walked by them and my back side got bigger!

Can you describe me in your blog as a slender bean?

Marilyn Jean: Describe me as ro-BUST, emphasis on the second syllable.

She’s laughing as she’s typing, (pointing at Daisy) the bloody blog is getting bloodier.

Every time she looks at me, laughs and doesn’t say anything, I know I’m going to be in the blog.

There are four of us who work in the same room at our office. These ladies are very hard-working, clever, intelligent, savvy ladies.

So… it makes it tough to explain the bizarre exchanges that happen daily.


Yesterday afternoon we were silently working at our computers and out of NOWHERE:

Lauren: Did you guys hear that robin yesterday?

Marilyn Jean: Where, here?

Lauren: No, it was at my house.

Insert big guffaw errupting from the group.

Lauren lives 14-19 miles from any of us. Fourteen to nineteen miles.

Daisy: I work with some strange birds.

Marilyn Jean: What am I?

Daisy: You’re a crow, I’m a do-do, Lauren is a cuckoo and Elise is a turkey.

Elise: Oh great! Thanks Daisy!

Peggy Le Sew: (the poor, unfortunate co-worker who wandered into this conversation) Oh my heavens above!

This has been passed around our office and it’s so true!


“Friends In an evening class at Stanford the last lecture was on the mind-body connection – the relationship between stress and disease. The speaker (head of psychiatry at Stanford) said, among other things, that one of the best things that a man could do for his health is to be married to a woman whereas for a woman, one of the best things she could do for her health was to nurture her relationships with her girlfriends. At first everyone laughed, but he was serious. Women connect with each other differently and provide support systems that help each other to deal with stress and difficult life experiences. Physically this quality “girlfriend time” helps us to create more serotonin – a neurotransmitter that helps combat depression and can create a general feeling of well being. Women share feelings whereas men often form relationships around activities. They rarely sit down with a buddy and talk about how they feel about certain things or how their personal lives are going. Jobs? Yes. Sports? Yes. Cars? Yes. Fishing, hunting, golf? Yes. But their feelings? Rarely. Women do it all of the time. We share from our souls with our sisters/mothers, and evidently that is very good for our health. He said that spending time with a friend is just as important to our general health as jogging or working out at a gym. There’s a tendency to think that when we are “exercising” we are doing something good for our bodies, but when we are hanging out with friends, we are wasting our time and should be more productively engaged-not true. In fact, he said that failure to create and maintain quality personal relationships with other humans is as dangerous to our physical health as smoking! So every time you hang out to schmooze with a gal pal, just pat yourself on the back and congratulate yourself for doing something good for your health! We are indeed very, very lucky. Sooooo… let’s toast to our friendship with our girlfriends. Evidently it’s very good for our health. Forward this to all your girlfriends – and stay in touch! Thanks to all the girls in my life who have helped me stay healthy, happy, and feeling very loved.”

Sidenote: Is it normal when the office is closed due to snow our group missed being together for the day?

Is it normal that although I’ve banked enough hours I don’t have to come in until noon, I come on time anyway, I’d rather be in the office with these nuts?

I’m grateful every day for these women.

I think our office is pretty healthy!

Marilyn Jean commented on Dirge

I am sorry Daisy, but your “Waltz” or “Jazz”, or whatever that irritating sound is coming from your computer over there is called, has NO TUNE! It’s the exact sound or tune that I hear when “someone” (near by) whistles without a tune! lol So you better NOT have downloaded all that “Grunge” stuff just to irritate me! “How Wuude”! :))

Signed: Marilyn Jean

Marilyn Jean, my very fun office suitemate –

Daisy: Can we change the music? I can’t work to the dirge music anymore. It’s depressing.

Marilyn Jean: Dirge, what’s dirge?

Daisy: Funeral music.

Marilyn Jean: Okay, but I can’t take music with words. I can’t concentrate.

Daisy: Okay, I have some light jazz.

Marilyn Jean: No, I can’t do jazz.

Daisy: I can do classical or worship, but something with some spirit.

Marilyn Jean: What was it grunge, girge, girth music?

Daisy: Dirge. You know…like “poor Jud is dead, a candle lights his head”!

I bought her two CD’s with good classical music.

About 2 times a week Marilyn Jean puts on the slowest, draggiest instrumental music and tells me, “We’re listening to grunge, girge, drudge music.”

I’m secretly downloading jazz. I’m going to blast her out of her seat very soon!