So this weekend, while it was eventful, wasn't necessarily the weekend I had planned out.
Friday night - I got my nights mixed up, so instead of attending a friend of mine's 21st birthday party, I went out with another group of friends to a bar to celebrate my friend's husband's 23rd birthday.
--We still had a blast but I am pretty sad I missed that animal print drinking bash.
Saturday day- I cleaned all the live long day. I went through box after box. Unpacking and hanging up things. I actually got to the point where I wanted to hang something on the wall so badly, but found myself without a hammer, I used the end of a hairbrush! That's good girl innovation if there ever was any.
Saturday night - I went to eat sushi with a close friend and his brother and sister. We ate quite a bit...well one of us did. After, his brother thought it would be a good idea to go walk around the mall. And it was. We went from store to store looking at all kinds of things. I even tried something at this Asian drink shop, "Cha Cha Teahouse", called Watermelon Juice. And generally, I do not go anywhere near anything with Watermelon in the flavoring title, or Grape, but this was amazing. It was made with actual watermelons and it was fabulous. I tried his sister's Watermelon Juice, but I was stubborn, prior to tasting it, and stuck with my Mocha Slushie with Tapioca..which was also quite delicioso.
Later Saturday night - We dropped the siblings off at his house and went to enjoy the great outdoors. We loaded the car, met at a haunted gas station, and left to embark on a huge piece of slightly cleared land. We roasted hot dogs, used zig-zagging mustard, made s'mores, and told stories. It was just a blast. Way too much fun for 7 people and a German Shepard to have in the middle of nowhere.
Sunday (Funday) - I woke up, had a little dose of morning cartoons with the little brother, and then we went across the street to the local elementary school to play on the swing set. And if any of you out there think that they are not meant for the 20+ crowd, you are wrong. After, I cleaned up and a few of us went to eat at a Mexican restaurant in town. Upon returning to my house, that good friend from Friday's dance party night, and Saturday's sushi night and camp out, brought bicycles over and we trekked down to the hike and bike trail where we rode for 8 miles. It was amazing.
Later Sunday - We ate potato salad, gumbo, and cookie dough truffles. Then sat out by a bonfire where we sipped hot chocolate and again, roasted marshmallows.
Needless to say this was an eventful weekend.
Come on Friday.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
First Glimpse Of Fall.
Pictures via Blackberry
Today is such a beautiful day. The beginning of a cold front came in last night, and will be finishing tonight. Tomorrow is going to be in the 50's! And for those of you who don't know, Texas does not have but two seasons...really hot and kinda cold. They are interchangeable at times.
Last year we had a cold front one night, the next day it snowed, and by the end of our first snow day in 30 years it was in the upper 70's.
I started out my morning by being exhausted and not wanting to wake up, but then I realized IT'S FRIDAY!!...and then everything got better. So far my morning chores have consisted of, but are not limited to: running to the bank, going to the post office, waiting in line a the post office (gosh I loathe that place), working, cleaning up the work kitchen, putting away work groceries, and spending another 7 hours here...in a cleverly decorated corporate jail surrounded by customers who don't know their head from their ass.
But one good thing, well a few, but the main good thing coming up the fastest...
My grandmother is taking me to lunch at our favorite (recently re-opened) local Chinese food place!
The other, well I don't know if I should talk about it. Haha, I may discuss it Monday, depending on how tonight goes...we will just have to see. But you should definitely be curious.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Some New Math.
So, sitting here, thinking about my measley paycheck, I started playing with some numbers.
There are 8,760 hours in one year.
If you work a 40 hour week, you work roughly 2,080 hours in one year.
That means only 6,680 hours per year are for things other than work.
Conclusion. We work about 25% of our lives.
There are 8,760 hours in one year.
If you work a 40 hour week, you work roughly 2,080 hours in one year.
That means only 6,680 hours per year are for things other than work.
Conclusion. We work about 25% of our lives.
Goodbye Mary Ann.
My heart broke a little this morning.
When I got to work, I realized one of my co-worker's last day was today. She is retiring. She wants to spend time with her beautiful grandchildren and her sister. She says they are planning a road trip. Busting a right from Texas, through Florida, and all the way up to see her other sister in Maine. Possibly making a pit stop in North Carolina to see her brother.
Before she left, she made her final good-byes known in letter form to each of us individually.
Mine read:
"Jessica-
You are a wonderful person. You have a heart as big as any I've seen. You have dreams and look to the future with a smile. One day I hope to sit down and read your books.
You will go many places in your life, but never forget where you came from.
Always dream.
Your friend,
Mary"
It is hard to believe that my coffee-making friend will not be here in the morning when I get to work. She was always the first one here in the morning. Always had a smile on her face.
It makes me happy that her family will get to see more of it, even if we have to see less.
When I got to work, I realized one of my co-worker's last day was today. She is retiring. She wants to spend time with her beautiful grandchildren and her sister. She says they are planning a road trip. Busting a right from Texas, through Florida, and all the way up to see her other sister in Maine. Possibly making a pit stop in North Carolina to see her brother.
Before she left, she made her final good-byes known in letter form to each of us individually.
Mine read:
"Jessica-
You are a wonderful person. You have a heart as big as any I've seen. You have dreams and look to the future with a smile. One day I hope to sit down and read your books.
You will go many places in your life, but never forget where you came from.
Always dream.
Your friend,
Mary"
It is hard to believe that my coffee-making friend will not be here in the morning when I get to work. She was always the first one here in the morning. Always had a smile on her face.
It makes me happy that her family will get to see more of it, even if we have to see less.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Jessica In Wonderland.
My mom found a quote, and it absolutely pertains to me.
I have a new found respect for Alice in Wonderland.
“If you don’t know where you are going,
any road will get you there.”
any road will get you there.”
The Chesire Cat
I have a new found respect for Alice in Wonderland.
Today Is The Day!
I woke up this morning so excited!
I have been blogging for roughly a week now, and the best blogging-related thing has happened to me! Aside from somehow managing to have 2 followers (yay!), I am being featured on someone elses blog!!!
This girl named Heather is a very dear friend of mine. She took me under her wing, when all I wanted to do was move out. She let me live with her, and together, we battled boys, bills, doctors, more boys, and Target! She is the person that I really started my adult life out with.
She taught me so many neat values, like:
-When decorating for Halloween, if you let Heather decorate it will be decorated in full force!
-Friends is an addiction, one most people cannot resist!
-It's really ok to be yourself, because true friends will not judge you.
-New things are scary, but REALLY rewarding if you do it right.
-Calendars are a MUST!
-Love is truly a battlefield, but if you have a cup of coffee, a journal, and a comfy bed...nothing can hurt you!
...My list could go on and on.
This amazing girl has featured me in her blog, http://thenheathersaid.blogspot.com and I think this may be one of the most thrilling days of my life. I know I must be a real nerd, because when I went over to her page and saw my writing I literally squeaked for joy!
(Yes, I squeak sometimes when my excited emotions get the better of me.)
Anyway, please read it! She is amazing. I love her dearly.
I have been blogging for roughly a week now, and the best blogging-related thing has happened to me! Aside from somehow managing to have 2 followers (yay!), I am being featured on someone elses blog!!!
This girl named Heather is a very dear friend of mine. She took me under her wing, when all I wanted to do was move out. She let me live with her, and together, we battled boys, bills, doctors, more boys, and Target! She is the person that I really started my adult life out with.
She taught me so many neat values, like:
-When decorating for Halloween, if you let Heather decorate it will be decorated in full force!
-Friends is an addiction, one most people cannot resist!
-It's really ok to be yourself, because true friends will not judge you.
-New things are scary, but REALLY rewarding if you do it right.
-Calendars are a MUST!
-Love is truly a battlefield, but if you have a cup of coffee, a journal, and a comfy bed...nothing can hurt you!
...My list could go on and on.
This amazing girl has featured me in her blog, http://thenheathersaid.blogspot.com and I think this may be one of the most thrilling days of my life. I know I must be a real nerd, because when I went over to her page and saw my writing I literally squeaked for joy!
(Yes, I squeak sometimes when my excited emotions get the better of me.)
Anyway, please read it! She is amazing. I love her dearly.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Operation Beautiful.
She talks all the time about this wonderful project called Operation Beautiful.
Operation Beautiful, in a very condensed version, is a book that will hopefully be coming out in the very near future, and it is a compilation book made up of post-it notes that promote any kind of self confidence or beauty.
I made my submission, and you should too. http://operationbeautiful.com/submissions
A Look Inside My ADD Brain.
(This post will cover about 15 different topics.)
Today is not a good day.
Today is sick. My stomach is sick. The weather here looks as if it has the flu. The atmosphere at my work is dreary and sickly. Everything seems to be sick today. Ergo my conclusion, it is not a good day.
And so the saying goes, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." And while that may be fine for the optimists of the world, today that is not me. Today, I think, should be a lemon day, but instead of lemonade, I would like to make a citrus martini. That is about all of the lemony goodness I can stand right now.
I have been having writer's block for the last 20 or so hours, and I am about to go crazy. There are so many things I want to write about, but for the sake of those who read, I dare not.
How are people supposed to go through life knowing exactly what they want the whole time? I have a friend that does, and it blows my mind. There are so many different possibilities out there, how can someone have one single goal and then full-speed ahead go after it? It really does not make any sense to me.
Now if you are one of those people I am very sorry if I have thrown you for a loop. I do not want to discourage you for pursuing that which I have not achieved yet, even though I would love to know what I really want, I am afraid I will never find it. I am so indecisive, it is kind of nerve-wracking. I always manage to hurt the ones around me, because of my incessant mind changing.
It is all I can do to sit here and blab on and on about what is not really real.
Sitting here typing, that's real.
Thinking, well that is questionable.
Making decisions, that requires thinking, so again...questionable.
But this. Here and now is real. Me sitting at my desk, wanting to get out of this job, this city, and this life. That is really real. I just wish I could make up my mind and pick a lane, choose a path, make a decision, even if it scares the shit out of me, and just freakin do it.
I wanna be like Nike.
That "Help" song by The Beatles is replaying itself in my head.
My dream, if I choose to accept it, is to move to a large town. New York perhaps. Become a writer, get a degree if I so wish, and live my life doing what I want to do. Should I choose to accept it, I must complete it before I fall in love again. Because if not, that will cause self destruction in T-Minus _____ days/months/years.
I have the ability to go "to infinity, and beyond."
But the question is, do I really want to?
The sad part is, only I know. And I don't know.
Today is not a good day.
Today is sick. My stomach is sick. The weather here looks as if it has the flu. The atmosphere at my work is dreary and sickly. Everything seems to be sick today. Ergo my conclusion, it is not a good day.
And so the saying goes, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." And while that may be fine for the optimists of the world, today that is not me. Today, I think, should be a lemon day, but instead of lemonade, I would like to make a citrus martini. That is about all of the lemony goodness I can stand right now.
I have been having writer's block for the last 20 or so hours, and I am about to go crazy. There are so many things I want to write about, but for the sake of those who read, I dare not.
How are people supposed to go through life knowing exactly what they want the whole time? I have a friend that does, and it blows my mind. There are so many different possibilities out there, how can someone have one single goal and then full-speed ahead go after it? It really does not make any sense to me.
Now if you are one of those people I am very sorry if I have thrown you for a loop. I do not want to discourage you for pursuing that which I have not achieved yet, even though I would love to know what I really want, I am afraid I will never find it. I am so indecisive, it is kind of nerve-wracking. I always manage to hurt the ones around me, because of my incessant mind changing.
It is all I can do to sit here and blab on and on about what is not really real.
Sitting here typing, that's real.
Thinking, well that is questionable.
Making decisions, that requires thinking, so again...questionable.
But this. Here and now is real. Me sitting at my desk, wanting to get out of this job, this city, and this life. That is really real. I just wish I could make up my mind and pick a lane, choose a path, make a decision, even if it scares the shit out of me, and just freakin do it.
I wanna be like Nike.
That "Help" song by The Beatles is replaying itself in my head.
My dream, if I choose to accept it, is to move to a large town. New York perhaps. Become a writer, get a degree if I so wish, and live my life doing what I want to do. Should I choose to accept it, I must complete it before I fall in love again. Because if not, that will cause self destruction in T-Minus _____ days/months/years.
I have the ability to go "to infinity, and beyond."
But the question is, do I really want to?
The sad part is, only I know. And I don't know.
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Plot Thickens.
I spent the better part of the afternoon looking for a pen that was hooked on my shirt, and thinking...
I thought about everything, except my work, today. I think I am going to start my book soon. I am getting together some pretty neat plot ideas. At least I think so.
The one that sticks out the most, now don't laugh, is kinda corny:
A woman wants to write out her life's story, even though she is only in her thirties. So she hires a young writer to help her illustrate her life through words. The main character, "the woman", is from some high class town with lots of old money. The young writer someone who has put their college life on hold to travel and pursue his/her dreams. He just wants to freelance write.
The writer is hoping that writing this book will make him an accredited writer in his own light.
The woman wants only to be remembered and loved.
It could turn into a love story, but I don't know yet.
I thought about everything, except my work, today. I think I am going to start my book soon. I am getting together some pretty neat plot ideas. At least I think so.
The one that sticks out the most, now don't laugh, is kinda corny:
A woman wants to write out her life's story, even though she is only in her thirties. So she hires a young writer to help her illustrate her life through words. The main character, "the woman", is from some high class town with lots of old money. The young writer someone who has put their college life on hold to travel and pursue his/her dreams. He just wants to freelance write.
The writer is hoping that writing this book will make him an accredited writer in his own light.
The woman wants only to be remembered and loved.
It could turn into a love story, but I don't know yet.
Recapping The Weekend.
This weekend was almost indescribable.
My words will not quite do it justice, but I will try.
This weekend, I stood in attendance for one of my best friend's weddings. It was small, quaint, and very romantic. With a mere 30 people, maximum, we all watched as two people's lives change forever.
Later, I began our road trip, and while the majority of the details will not be expressed in words to protect certain parties, it was amazing. We drove for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was closer to four or five.
We talked and laughed, just relaxed. We ate some really interesting food, I learned a little Spanish. I rode in a questionable elevator. I also learned how to make fun of people only using the words "uh huh" and "cool". We listened to all kinds of music. And I do mean all kinds. He had me listening to The Steve Miller Band, Bob Marley, Kings of Leon, and George Strait, interspersed with some random 60's, 70's, and 80's tunes. The inventor of the iPod and iTunes should rest happy, one single radio station will never again suffice mankind.
We had a terrific time, and while neither of us wanted it to end, it had to. I pointed out before returning home that Monday (today) was Columbus Day, and we could just stay because we were probably off. Neither of us really were.
I am so glad I got this weekend for many reasons, but here is a blog related one.
I can scratch #11 off of my list.
My words will not quite do it justice, but I will try.
This weekend, I stood in attendance for one of my best friend's weddings. It was small, quaint, and very romantic. With a mere 30 people, maximum, we all watched as two people's lives change forever.
Later, I began our road trip, and while the majority of the details will not be expressed in words to protect certain parties, it was amazing. We drove for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was closer to four or five.
We talked and laughed, just relaxed. We ate some really interesting food, I learned a little Spanish. I rode in a questionable elevator. I also learned how to make fun of people only using the words "uh huh" and "cool". We listened to all kinds of music. And I do mean all kinds. He had me listening to The Steve Miller Band, Bob Marley, Kings of Leon, and George Strait, interspersed with some random 60's, 70's, and 80's tunes. The inventor of the iPod and iTunes should rest happy, one single radio station will never again suffice mankind.
We had a terrific time, and while neither of us wanted it to end, it had to. I pointed out before returning home that Monday (today) was Columbus Day, and we could just stay because we were probably off. Neither of us really were.
I am so glad I got this weekend for many reasons, but here is a blog related one.
I can scratch #11 off of my list.
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