Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
This has been a moment of Jen. See you tomorrow.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Hair, for instance.
The age of Rapunzel is long (if you'll pardon the pun) gone. Sure, I've got long hair. But it stops well before my behind. And let's be real. If I let the length get out of control, I maintain that my friends are fully within their rights to tackle me to the ground with a pair of scissors in order to "fix me."
So, it really boggles my mind when I see women (rare as they may be) sling their hair over their arms like it's an accessory.
Ladies, here's a tip. If you have to pick your hair up rather than trip on it? It's too long.
Next, let's think about nails.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
What I liked: I'm a sucker for a smidge of supernatural. Sucker for romance too. I love the idea of reincarnation. I was dying for Lucy and Daniel to get together, and I liked the characters. Since I used to be rather into historical fiction as well, I also loved the interweaving of their past lives.
What I didn't like: The ending. I'm sure that there was some really good literary reason for the open ending, but as a reader, I felt a little like throwing the book across the room. I wanted to know what happens. It didn't quite feel finished to me and I thought there were a bunch of loose ends that could have used tying up. If there's a sequel, it takes away a lot of my issues.
Monday, June 21, 2010
So, happy belated Father's Day to my dad!
The man who...
...has confessed to having whispered football plays to my mother's stomach while she was pregnant with me.
..."held me like a football" as a baby.
...let me "dance" when I was little by standing on his feet.
...gave me Eskimo and Butterfly kisses whenever I asked.
...has always, to this day, called me his "Fruitcup," even though I've never understood why.
...has busted his butt for as long as I can remember to take care of my family.
...and who never fails to remember potty humor.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
First, of course, once getting a date to the function (whether it's your own or one that you want to go on), one must obtain a dress, around which the rest of the outfit is planned. On functions like this I have the habit of planning every minute detail of my outfit. I brainstorm by sketching (very badly-- I'm no artist) out my outfit and before the day of the event even arrives, it's more than likely that I've already tried on the entire ensemble no less (but very likely more) than five times.
And then of course I wait until no one else is home so that I can prance around my house in it and feel like a princess.
Hey, I never claimed to be normal.
At any rate, when it came to planning my outfit, I was somewhat stuck. I had the shoes, I had the jewelry, I had the purse, but everyone knows that's the easy part. I had settled on curling my hair, but that wasn't the toughest decision to make either. The tough part was trying to figure out what make-up I would wear. My dress was a pale yellow, and with my fair skin, any creams or yellows, or colors in that general family were absolutely out. I gave up the idea of doing anything new, exciting or drastic with my make-up and figured I'd stick with the old tried and true routine I did every day.
The night before the formal, I joined 3 of my sisters (who were attending the same formal) in their search for Bump-Its. We wound up at CVS, where we did not find the Bump-Its, but we did find the make-up aisle and therefore, the employee who roams that area. She informed us that she was in beauty school and she could do our make-up for formal professionally and fo' free.
2 of my sisters were thrilled. Free make-up? Sweet!
My other sister and I were... uh... less thrilled.
This chick wasn't wearing any make-up. If she could apply make-up as fantastically as she claimed, then why wouldn't she practice on herself? She was one of the more awkward people I've had the displeasure of meeting in my lifetime. Plus, she wanted to come to my house and bring her fiance with her. It all reeked of weird and I'm just a smidge too paranoid for it.
Upon getting in the car, we argued about the whole situation. My comments largely consisted of "Bad idea. BAD IDEA!" We finally settled on meeting her in a public place to let her do our make-up. She showed up, late, fiance in tow, still without any make-up on herself.
And took around 45 minutes each to do our make-up.
You know what she considered "full-face" make-up?
(That's me... compensating for my lack of make-up with a weird face, apparently. This was our "finished" product.)
So we were late for the formal meeting, STILL had to do our own make-up (and now, with very little time, a half-ass job of it), get in our dresses, and grab a quick meal.
We made it, of course, but my ensemble was less than the thrilling outfit that I'd anticipated.
I avoid that CVS as much as possible now.
I wish I could say I haven't let my friends live it down, but we swore we'd never bring it up again.
- Improve your mood
- Combat chronic diseases
- Help you manage your weight
- Boost your energy level
- Promote better sleep
- "Put the spark back into your sex life"
- "Be-- gasp-- fun!"
At the moment, I'm finding that the rewards outweigh the effort I have to put into it. My sense of accomplishment at the end of the day is worth it. And to be honest, after about a week and a half, I can see a difference. I'm never going to be on of those stick-thin girls-- let's be serious. I have hips and I have an ass, but I would like it if my ba-donk-a-donk is at least a little toned.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I was slowly drawn in to the world of Tweet Freaks with the idea of connecting it to my blog.
Still, I tweeted rarely. I didn't have internet on my phone, so I was limited to texted Tweets and web Tweets. And none of my friends really had Twitter accounts.
And then around finals week, they all got them.
I succumbed. There was no reason not to. I got text messages when they tweeted, I text-tweeted back, my phone got internet and I downloaded UberTwitter. I rationalized it to myself as being more socially acceptable to regularly update my Twitter than my Facebook Status.
And then, Twitter was over capacity for five hours last night. I'm no stranger to this whale of a problem.
But it's usually a case of waiting about five minutes, refreshing the page, and resuming normal tweeting activity.
Not so last night. I refreshed to no avail. I wanted to scream, cry, throw things-- I even seriously considering shaking my computer screen in an attempt to talk some sense into Twitter.
I tried tweeting from my phone and must have made it through a couple gaps when it wasn't over capacity.
My 3 most recent tweets:
- "TWITTER. Stop being over capacity at once!"
- "I feel pathetic that Twitter was Over Capacity and I didn't know what to do with myself."
- "1) I am annoyed that Twitter is STILL #overcapacity. 2) Had a terrible nightmare that a virus crashed my iMac last night"
Clearly, I'm more dependent than I realized.
So, as pathetic as I feel with this realization, I give up.
Congrats, Twitter. You've hooked me. I'm in this for the long haul.
Sidenote: Just when I though the situation had been resolved, I tried to tweet my most recent blog update.
Over capacity again.
Why, Twitter, WHY?!
Monday, June 14, 2010
I'm trying to figure out my future. I'm taking a stab at writing a children's book, poking around the greeting card industry, and exploring the professional blogging world. In between trying to get back in shape, finishing my last weeks of undergraduate study, and determinedly going after the best summer of my life, I'm also trying to find a job in Orlando that I won't totally hate and will allow me some degree of freedom to do what I really want to do.
So, stay tuned. I'm bound to be in for an interesting ride.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
When we first moved into the house that we rent, we faced roaches and other bugs: silverfish, giant earwigs, pregnant spiders, acromantulas (joke, but still, it was one huge spider)... you get the point. There have been a lot of them, but we keep the house pretty clean so they've been spread out over a period of time so I'm not consistently sprinting to the cabinet where we keep the bug sprays while screaming "WHERE'S THE RAID?!" And to be honest, I rarely saw them upstairs, so I was able to sleep easy.
But I feel like the creatures are out to get me the past two weeks.
When I went home to South Florida, I saw this in the backyard:
I first spotted it when I had been home two weeks prior to that. I described it to my mother as looking "like a dinosaur." It ran on its hind legs, and good lord, was it fast.
After some research, we determined that it was a Basilisk. Of course, my mind immediately went to Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, but no-- no giant snakes here. However, the Basilisk is also known as the Jesus Christ Lizard.
Because it can walk on water.
This picture was taken when it came up to our sliding glass door and we all gathered safely on the other side of the glass to peer back at it. It didn't move. It feared nothing. When it finally ran away on two legs, it was speedily followed by another, larger comrade.
It's safe to say I'm not hanging out by my parents' pool any time soon.
When I returned to my own home in Orlando, I saw a roach in the garage (a rare sighting these days). There have been a few silverfish squirming around on the bathroom floor. I came home to a slug out front (never seen those bad boys at my house before).
And I almost screamed this morning when I saw a roach on my hang-drying towels.
I did what I had to do, but the thought of it still gives me the willies. I will be washing those towels today.
And I hope that the pests don't find me at my new house in a month.