Friday, May 28, 2010

TGI . . . F?

Today is a just thinking friday . . . instead of a "say-something-tuesday", hehe. Normally I post a picture with all of my blogs. Not so today. Normally I'm overly witty and well thought out. Not so today. I've spent the entire week trying to publish my damn blog and so today I give up. It will happen. Maybe even this weekend. But instead, today I thought I'd take off the pressure for myself and just write. To go with the flow . . . To allow time to pass without concern . . . To stop and smell the roses . . . To be. There will be time enough for plenty of hustle and bustle this afternoon and evening. but this moment right HERE, this is my moment.

Tonight I am attending a wedding. That's right, some sentimental weinie thought that having their wedding on their anniversary was more important than being concerned that there wedding is at 6pm on a holiday friday in a semi-far off location. The bride gets what the bride wants. I ran into a crisis last night. Bought a pair of celebratory shoes (more on that later) and then ended up trying on all the dresses I own to determine what I turly wanted to wear tonight. Now I have no idea yet what I think. Bollucks. I'm sure it will all come together in the end, I just hate the debate. Boo face, should have just stuck with the original dress and original plan and then it would have worked out great I'm sure. But then there's the cute shoes and the fact that it might be cold and might rain and blah blah blah. And don't even get me started on the hairs. I have no idea what I'm doing with the hairs. It was a big enough challenge to remember to shave lol. I am also debating on taking the night off and treating myself to a luxurious stay at the hotel. I haven't stayed in a hotel in something like 2 years and it's a nice hotel and I think it might be fun. Now the debate really comes into play . . . to invite a cuddle buddy over to share it with or simply to enjoy the sumptuousness all by my fantabulous lonesome. Ahhh, such dileminas. But at least for all this "hassle" there's free food and a good night. Can't go wrong there. (Hopefully).

On a side note: everyone should be aware that actor Gary Coleman just died. That's sad. Feel sad for a moment. I'll wait. Ok.

This weekend is a three day weekend. Thank heavens. After all the business and running around this week, I feel like I need it. I am still as of yet undecided as to what all I'll do with my three day weekend, besides sleep that is, but I'm sure I'll come up with something. My Dad wanted to do a trip up to Mt. St. Helens on monday. I haven't been up there in a long while so I might take him up on the idea. A Dad trip could be fun. I've enjoyed talking to him more lately. And you never know what conversation is going to be your last . . . 

And on that note ladies and jellyspoons, I think I'm going to head out. I wish everyone a safe and happy holiday. Appreciate your veterans! And remember to hug and love!

Monday, May 24, 2010

The Monday Moo

It's monday and I'm sitting here at my desk at work watching the clock wind down and eating trail mix. This in turn makes me contemplate food, or more precisely dinner. Dinner tonight. I've been trying to eat on the cheap lately and watch my finances now that my bills are coming out of a different check. This, however, sucks big time. Not because you shouldn't watch your moolah, but rather because it means I have to cook. I'm a reasonably decent cook. Passibly good enough to fool any potential man in to thinking I'm able. But in all reality, I cook when I'm in the mood. Which isn't very often. My latest venture has been wanting to cook a pot roast. However, this only seems to go as far as my buying the supplies and then sadly the meat spoiling in my fridge and my not realizing such until it's too late. This then, in turn, makes me feel guilty for all the starving children in the Sudan with all my meat wasting-ness. And then the guilt overcomes. Blah. I pray that the 5-something dollars of meat in the fridge is still good, but I doubt it. And then I'll have to hide the evidence before it's further discovered by other animals (parental unit) in said household. Because this is the vicious cycle that is my cooking life. Blargh. I have a secret hankering though to buy a baking rack and bake delicious cookies to send in my soldier care package. We'll see how that goes. Maybe I'll even make pot roast this week . . .

Speaking of soldiers . . . so I'm in my second or third week of writing letters. I write each letter as though he already knows me, we are good friends and whatever else he is curious about he will ask me. And in all reality, all I know about him is his name, rank and cereal number. Oh, and he's on a boat. Which leads me to THIS. I'm on a boat. In other news, the post office has a really great program where you can order a care package kit filled with different priority mail boxes, etc so you're pre-prepared for your care kits and don't have to wait in line twice at the post office. How awesome! Now to just figure out what the hell to put in my package . . . Was going to do some random music cds, a sock monkey (because who doesn't feel better after seeing the sock monkey!), some trail mix and gum and maybe some other said goodies. I have no clue. This first package will be the most random assortment of feel good things. Hope he likes them :)

I have more to write, but now that I'm contemplating things, I think I'll do a Fred's run before I head home. So I should go do that. More to come later my lovely ladies and jellyspoons!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Hump Day

Today is hump day. Happy hump day everyone! I sort of feel like this day is a touble edged sword . . . the day is dragging and I am lagging so it definitely themed with "getting over the hump", but then it's always twinged with the fact that it's painfully obvious this week that I need to get laid . . . hump. Don't get me wrong, I've had the opportunity, and still do, I've just chosen to not acquiesce the request.  And as further support of this, I was thinking such and then my chocolate fortune message says "hey, why not". Geez.

I was running late this morning. Didn't say it wasn't my own fault, but either way I was running late. So in an effort to shave down some time, breakfast kind of went out the window. I think this sort of contributed to the laggy feeling. Ugh. And I got my wish today . . . it's nowhere near as busy as it was yesterday lol. This is good and bad. Good: gives you time to occupy yourself (blog). Bad: contributes to the time moving slow feeling. Had lunch, that sort of helped, But alas, the semi-bad nature of the meal didn't make me feel the greatest . . . just like I knew it wouldn't. And still I ate it. Masochist. On the flip side, I'm having a good hair day and trying to have faith that the clouds will indeed burn off and the next few days will be warm and sunny. Yes please!

I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. Kind of nerve-racking. I don't have insurance currently so the cost is all out of pocket. And it's a referral from a friend so it's a new-to-me doctor. Hopefully she'll be nice to me lol. I've been battling a middle ear infection for the last month or so. Editor's note: "battling" is code word for ignoring. But I'm really sensitive to the idea of losing my hearing and frankly this pressure/itchy ear feeling is getting old so I'm just bitin' the bullet and sauntering up to the bar. Might as well add one more thing to my medical bill tab. Gotta look at the upside though, at least I'll be able to get some things taken care of finally.

I'm having a good hair day today I think. It's always when I do nothing to it that I get a good hair day. Then when I try, it comes out eh. Go figure . . .

Hmmm what else . . . I can now check something off my bucket list. For the last year or so I've been wanting to "adopt a soldier". They have these really great programs out there where you can adopt an enlisted soldier while they are deployed and write them letters and send care packages. I've been wanting to do so, but never really got around to it. So finally I committed and got myself a soldier to write to. As part of the deal, I have to write at least one letter a week (seems easy to me) and send at least one care package a month. I love this program because you never know who you are going to get. It could be a guy or girl, anywhere, in any military branch, any race or religion, married or single. It's undiscriminatory. You just get someone in need of some day brightening. I like that. If anyone is interested, check out Soldiers' Angels for more information and ways to get involved.

Alrighty folks, I have to get going to my appointment. Catch y'all later!

Monday, May 10, 2010

App My Ass

So I have other more important things to blog about (no I don't), but I would just like to bring to everyone's attention the craptastic tool-y-ness that magically fell into my observation lap this afternoon. Hence forth witness the sidebar app ad I came across while facebook stalking, I mean browsing, another friend's profile. Now I ask you, could this guy look anymore like a giant tool? A tooly man ready at any moment to pounce and then wisk you away to his black book of endless numbers just to never be heard from again? And really? You called it Zoosk? Sounds like the sound you make while running out the door after he tells you to get your rump into the kitchen and make him a pot pie.

I may eventually want a boyfriend, but can you please make it at least a bit appetizing and not so "convince-me-not-to-date"-ish?

XOXO, J <3

Monday, May 3, 2010

How To Get Over A Cold Lightening Fast and Other Fun Things . . .

How To Get Over A Cold Lightening Fast: So last week was sort of nuts and on Tuesday I felt the ughyness begin to take over. (The ughyness = swollen tonsils, uber tired, etc). This is God's little reminder that I require more sleep than I have been providing. I stayed home wednesday to try to combat this evil and it worked . . . or so I thought. It came back with a vengence on friday and by saturday I was full on sick. Runny nose, sore throat, zombie-esque demeanor. I hate being sick. I'm not a good sick patient. I'm ornery, I become miss cranky pants, I want no noises and the world around me does not exist unless I need it to. Oh you're sick with the plague, too bad. Oh your little doggy went away, well I have a head cold. Oh you need me to be a functioning member of society, I don't think so. On the flip side of this grand bitchiness though, I've been sick soo much in my life that I am supreme at getting over sickness with lightening quick speed. Where others cower with their antibiotics, I laugh in the face of strep throat! You say your throat is sore? I have something for that! A stuffy nose you say? Well are you doing this this and that? No?! Stop your whining. I'm this weird combination of patron saint for wellness and my mom's bad ass attitude that compares equally to my lack of sympathy for politics complainers who don't vote. If you're not going to do anything about it, quit your bitchin'. So as I boast this fantabulousness you might be wondering how I feel now . . . pretty darn good. Throat is still sore, runny nose has primarily gone away. Still a bit tired, but nothing compared to this weekend. You might also be wondering what's my secret . . . I might be persuaded to share. I pump two multivitamins during the day, drink throat coat tea when I feel especially sore, subscribe to sudafed, take another multivitamin before bed so it can work it's magic while I sleep and oh yeah . . . you have to be willing to commit 75% of your weekend to sleep. That's right, I calculated it out and I slept essentially 75% of my weekend away. This seemed a little absurd to me, but I guess the body gets what the body wants. This upswing of this though is that the body was not upset at my lack of sleep last night (a late night coupled with hot flashing) in that it basically thought I just took another nap. That's nice.

In other related news, can you believe the over the counter sudafed packs only have 5 two-packs in them anymore?! What is that? Thank you meth heads for ruining my cold-ridden existance. Not only have they changed the formula, but now they charge more and give you less. Well sure, I could hop the border and buy the good stuff in Washington, but geez louise I'm sick and that's too much damn effort. Mark my words though Washington, it won't be long before they come for your sudafed too!

And back to our regularly scheduled program . . .

The Marriage Game: In the fun news, it appears two more couples have gotten into the marriage game. One got engaged, the other got hitched. The first couple, we'll call them Pineapple since she's sort of spiky and sour, I'm sort of not surprised at. They've been dating an adequate amount of time, it's only logical. And frankly I'm not the least bit surprised that Pineapple and boy are the first of the group to do such. I always thought she would be. What I didn't think then was that I would now be faced with picture after picture and anecdote and comment after comment of ring-ness. The ring is everywhere! I shouldn't be surprised, she's a nazi facebooker and twatter, we're inundated day after day with disease and press-ridden commentary. And by the way, I don't look at her "illness" as a disease anymore than I do mine. Just gettin' that out there. And the only reason I'm allowed to say that is because it's in my family too. Eat an apple and STFU. Please note, I know girls gush. I'd gush too! In fact, when the time comes and hopefully I'm excited, I most definitely want to gush! I pray that when this time kicks, it won't be gushing to this extent. I am happy for her. But I think I'd fork out an eyeball if I pestered my boy about when it was going to happen. I want it to be a surprise. Couple #2, we'll call them "Dishrag" because that's about as exciting as she is, got married. They abptly both posted on their myspace that they'd be getting married shortly. And we calculate our love by how many months we've been together. That's right folks, we're still in months. *Insert mouth vomit here* Most of the time I wouldn't give a hoot about dishrag and their marriage status, except she's a boring wench and he's my ex and oh yeah, I still have his crap. I'm not rude enough to text him again this week to get him to get his things. Tempting, but honeymoon week texting would be bad karma. Really, again, if they are happy then great. My one issue is that I don't see it lasting and I think he's settling. And oh yeah, going into a marriage saying "well if it doesn't work out there's always divorce" (verbatum from his mouth), isn't really a strong endorcement. Good luck kiddies!

I know, I'm just a bright ray of sunshine . . .

And Now, 5 Reasons Why Having Ghetto Booty Is Awesome:

1) You get to say "badunkadunk"
2) You have cushion for the pushin'
3) When closing a door and fearing it might shut too loudly, you can slow it down with your booty
4) There's something for menfolk (or womenfolk if you're so inclined) to grab on to
5) When you wiggle your booty in a Beyonce'-esque move, just your booty moves, not your whole body

Been There, Seen That: Ya know, these days we as a society are nigh unimpressable and unshockable. Exhibit A) Scary movies. I love scary movies. But virtually 50-60% of the ones coming out I will never care about and/or like because they are crap. They are unoriginal or someone tried too hard. Exhibit B) Christina Aguilera. The social media is currently having a field day with Christina's most recent music video release due to its rather raunchy and risque' manner. I saw a snidbit of it. I'm not shocked. And more than that, I'm sort of pissed. It's completely unoriginal and if anything, is a rip off. She's seen in a skin tight, mostly vinyl outfit bearing whips and grinding moves. It's like Lady Gaga meets Madonna music videa circa 1995 for Human Nature. I remember the hubub about this video when it came out and how scandalous (oh my!) it was considered. Looking at it now, it's fairly tame and simply yet increibly edgy. Heart hug madge! But while I generally am a fan of Christina Aguilera and her often line pushing style, this comes up short for me.

And by the way, does anyone remember when music videos mattered? I miss those days.

More to come later hopefully . . . Love!