Dear "J" (the spam artist who defecated in a comment on my post),
Hi. How are you? How's your family? Tell your Mom I say hello, will ya? Anyways, I'm writing you because I have to admit I was a bit disappointed to see your comment on my last post. You might not realize that I get very excited to see that I have received a new comment on my blog. VERY. In fact, after being notified of a new comment via email, I immediately flew out of my chair (I have an "eject" button on the underside of my desk, just for this purpose) and ran out the front door screaming "COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!!!". I then proceeded to do three laps around my house, the first in a gallop, the second in skips, and the third in cart-wheels. This did not however leave me satisfied, so I then went around my entire block, knocking on my neighbors doors and screaming "COMMENT!?" in the face of whoever was lucky enough to answer, and giving them a big wet one right smack on the lips (I actually got a few dollars by then end of this, so BONUS!). Finally satisfied and exhausted, I returned to my computer to read my new comment.
"hey, here is the site i was talking about where i made the extra cash, I was making about $900 extra a month...check it out.."
WHAT.
I was SO immediately disappointed I went around the house smashing whatever breakable object I could find. Then I found Dinah, gave us both a buzz cut and together we fell into a bald heap of uncontrollable sobbing. NO. I do NOT want to go to your virus site and learn how NOT to make an extra $900 a month! SCREW you! And really? You should maybe try a blog that gets more than two views a day, because then you would MAYBE have luck finding some idiot who actually thinks they can magically make $900 extra a month, getting a "job" doing... what exactly? Spamming other blogs and creating ads on Craigslist would be my guess.
So basically, please, do not spam me. It makes me quite uncomfortable, seeing how I now have to go wig shopping and apologize to my roommates for destroying their house, and shaving their cat. All thanks to your comment. Douche Bag.
Make sure you pass on that hello...
Best,
Jamie
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
How's about cramming one week's worth of blogging into one?
Why hello there old pals, hows ya doin'? I realize I've been a little slack-ass with this here blog, and I'd like to apologize (as if anyone actually gives a hoot), and blame my absence on the fact that:
1. I am lazy
and
2. That I've had a bit of "writer's block", although really it's more like "writer's lack of motivation".
Life has not been too over the top exciting, although I did attend (and well participate) in a pretty shnazzy wedding this weekend. And for you, some highlights:
Jessica getting ready for her big day and looking absolutely ridiculous in her curlers (I look at this picture and suddenly "Beauty School Drop Out" starts ringing through my mind). Too funny. And what's funnier (in the funny "that's wierd", not funny "haha") is that she actually pulls them off!? Snaps to you Girlfriend!
Successfully getting hammered by 11am. Thank you mimosa! The wedding pictures took, I'd guess about an hour, which seems like an extremely long time to take pictures, but with these two girls by my side, the time was a flyin'. Lot's of gossip, lot's of giggles, and LOTS of wonderful faces courtesy of Ms. Whitney Heinz. You gotta love a girl that while taking a FORMAL wedding picture, succumbs to a dare and whips our her "Stranger's with Candy" face in all it's blazing glory. Can't wait to see that picture...
Dancing with this dude. Who ever he was. I saw him off in the corner, breakin' out some SWEET moves, so, I had to get him right in the action. You KNOW he loved being surrounded by seven sexy ladies, cause, com'on who wouldn't?? He was a lot of fun though, and he with out a doubt, showed up the entire dance floor.
And last, but of course never least, watching The Boys play with their flowers. Aren't they so dainty?
So yup, pretty much the wedding was a blast, and I'm really happy for Jess and Josh, congrats guys!
Other than the wedding I don't have too much to tell you, still on that job hunt, school is OVER, and I'm still broke. Oh and I also think I'm psychic. Good Night!
Oh, should I explain the psychic thing? Okay, fine. Well, I've had random encounters with my psychic abilities in the past, but it's been a while since I've had an episode, so I had nearly forgotten about my gift until this afternoon.
Because I could not re-activate my new "found" "previously lost" debit card, I had to "take a trip to the nearest branch" as told to me by the nice bank phone lady. It's a pretty far drive to the nearest Suntrust from these parts, but I was actually happy to go for a little Monday cruise in the ol' "Titanic" (a nickname for my car because it creaks, and is also one large, tragic disaster). Summer is definitely upon us people, and in some ways I'm happy to see her arrive. Driving down 50, the clouds coated the sky and were heavy with the threat of rain, and as the air rushed in through my open window, it cooled my face. I really love it when it's about to rain, and the air is hot and electric; it always takes me back to my childhood beach days.
Experiencing such pleasure as described above usually leads me to one, and only one act: SIIIIIIINGING!
One song suddenly popped into my head, and I needed to hear it, needed toscream sing along to it. And what do you know, first preset I hit on the radio, and BINGO: Alicia Key's "No One"*. Right at the beginning. Coincidence people? I think not.
Okay, so I didn't miraculously stop someone from getting on a plane that was about to crash, or telling them their late grandmother Pearl says hello from the Great Beyond. BUT, I have more...
In Barnes and Noble, I pick up a Bob Dylan lyrics book to find the name of a song that's been stuck in my head for days. Open it, and out of the 500 pages I could have opened it to, I opened it to the EXACT song I was looking for.
Playing Clue with friends one Saturday night, and my FIRST time to guess (and I was only second to go) I guess absolutely correct. Now keep in mind, I got the weapon right, the room right, AND the killer right. We had to start a new game.
Do you have goosebumps yet? No?
There's also been a couple times where I pick the phone up to call a friend, only to get no dial tone, and only a confused "hello" from the friend I was about to call. They were calling me!
Alright, now I know these aren't so special in all actuality, everyone has their psychic moments, but this next one my friends, is just creepy.
I had a very vivid dream one night of my old next door neighbor. I was at his house, and my Dad was actually there with him. This neighbor would normally spend the winters down here in Florida, and the summers in his home state, North Carolina. This neighbor loved me (not in the skeezy way, but in the "never had a grandchild" kind of way); I was his "Sweetie Pie" and he would talk about me all the time to all his friends. So, after waking from this dream I think, "Hmm, that was definitely strange...haven't thought of Mr. Massey in um...years. He hasn't even been back to Florida in...how long?" Then I thought about him in every single detail I could remember. His bald head with all it's age spots and random hairs, his stiff polyester jackets always either dark green or dark blue, and his tobacco pipe and silver flat lighter I used to snap open and shut. He used to baby sit me and we'd play games like "throw the giant fishing bobber back and forth" while he sung "To de la te DE. To de la te DO. Here is Jamie, don't ya know!". I believe he also coined the term "Jamie Rose, Pickle Nose" and he always played a rousing game of "Gotcha nose!".
I stayed awake for at least an hour, and did nothing but visualize Mr. Massey and reconstruct every memory we shared.
Some time goes by and my mom tells me he's died. "Oh that's so weird, like a week ago I had a dream about him! I stayed up and thought about him for a long, long time. When did he die?" "Actually" she said, "about a week ago". OoOooOOh! Weird right? Totally psychic!
So if you need any advice, or maybe just some luck, swing by me and all give ya a little rub on the head, or whatever I can do to spread my magic. I'm only here to make you happy people, so take my gift, and enjoy.
* I know this song is a little gay, so sue me. Like I said it is a great song toscream sing along to. Try it out.
1. I am lazy
and
2. That I've had a bit of "writer's block", although really it's more like "writer's lack of motivation".
Life has not been too over the top exciting, although I did attend (and well participate) in a pretty shnazzy wedding this weekend. And for you, some highlights:
Successfully getting hammered by 11am. Thank you mimosa! The wedding pictures took, I'd guess about an hour, which seems like an extremely long time to take pictures, but with these two girls by my side, the time was a flyin'. Lot's of gossip, lot's of giggles, and LOTS of wonderful faces courtesy of Ms. Whitney Heinz. You gotta love a girl that while taking a FORMAL wedding picture, succumbs to a dare and whips our her "Stranger's with Candy" face in all it's blazing glory. Can't wait to see that picture...
Dancing with this dude. Who ever he was. I saw him off in the corner, breakin' out some SWEET moves, so, I had to get him right in the action. You KNOW he loved being surrounded by seven sexy ladies, cause, com'on who wouldn't?? He was a lot of fun though, and he with out a doubt, showed up the entire dance floor.
And last, but of course never least, watching The Boys play with their flowers. Aren't they so dainty?
So yup, pretty much the wedding was a blast, and I'm really happy for Jess and Josh, congrats guys!
Other than the wedding I don't have too much to tell you, still on that job hunt, school is OVER, and I'm still broke. Oh and I also think I'm psychic. Good Night!
Oh, should I explain the psychic thing? Okay, fine. Well, I've had random encounters with my psychic abilities in the past, but it's been a while since I've had an episode, so I had nearly forgotten about my gift until this afternoon.
Because I could not re-activate my new "found" "previously lost" debit card, I had to "take a trip to the nearest branch" as told to me by the nice bank phone lady. It's a pretty far drive to the nearest Suntrust from these parts, but I was actually happy to go for a little Monday cruise in the ol' "Titanic" (a nickname for my car because it creaks, and is also one large, tragic disaster). Summer is definitely upon us people, and in some ways I'm happy to see her arrive. Driving down 50, the clouds coated the sky and were heavy with the threat of rain, and as the air rushed in through my open window, it cooled my face. I really love it when it's about to rain, and the air is hot and electric; it always takes me back to my childhood beach days.
Experiencing such pleasure as described above usually leads me to one, and only one act: SIIIIIIINGING!
One song suddenly popped into my head, and I needed to hear it, needed to
Okay, so I didn't miraculously stop someone from getting on a plane that was about to crash, or telling them their late grandmother Pearl says hello from the Great Beyond. BUT, I have more...
In Barnes and Noble, I pick up a Bob Dylan lyrics book to find the name of a song that's been stuck in my head for days. Open it, and out of the 500 pages I could have opened it to, I opened it to the EXACT song I was looking for.
Playing Clue with friends one Saturday night, and my FIRST time to guess (and I was only second to go) I guess absolutely correct. Now keep in mind, I got the weapon right, the room right, AND the killer right. We had to start a new game.
Do you have goosebumps yet? No?
There's also been a couple times where I pick the phone up to call a friend, only to get no dial tone, and only a confused "hello" from the friend I was about to call. They were calling me!
Alright, now I know these aren't so special in all actuality, everyone has their psychic moments, but this next one my friends, is just creepy.
I had a very vivid dream one night of my old next door neighbor. I was at his house, and my Dad was actually there with him. This neighbor would normally spend the winters down here in Florida, and the summers in his home state, North Carolina. This neighbor loved me (not in the skeezy way, but in the "never had a grandchild" kind of way); I was his "Sweetie Pie" and he would talk about me all the time to all his friends. So, after waking from this dream I think, "Hmm, that was definitely strange...haven't thought of Mr. Massey in um...years. He hasn't even been back to Florida in...how long?" Then I thought about him in every single detail I could remember. His bald head with all it's age spots and random hairs, his stiff polyester jackets always either dark green or dark blue, and his tobacco pipe and silver flat lighter I used to snap open and shut. He used to baby sit me and we'd play games like "throw the giant fishing bobber back and forth" while he sung "To de la te DE. To de la te DO. Here is Jamie, don't ya know!". I believe he also coined the term "Jamie Rose, Pickle Nose" and he always played a rousing game of "Gotcha nose!".
I stayed awake for at least an hour, and did nothing but visualize Mr. Massey and reconstruct every memory we shared.
Some time goes by and my mom tells me he's died. "Oh that's so weird, like a week ago I had a dream about him! I stayed up and thought about him for a long, long time. When did he die?" "Actually" she said, "about a week ago". OoOooOOh! Weird right? Totally psychic!
So if you need any advice, or maybe just some luck, swing by me and all give ya a little rub on the head, or whatever I can do to spread my magic. I'm only here to make you happy people, so take my gift, and enjoy.
* I know this song is a little gay, so sue me. Like I said it is a great song to
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
ONE WORD.
I remember when I was little, my sister Coral and I used to play a game where we would give each other about a minute to create and tell a story to the other. For some reason I remember doing this in the kitchen, most likely because we used the microwave as a timer. Ready Set Go! It was always really fun, but after a while it was hard to think of different stories because my mind would always jump to the same place. The game could have been a little easier, and have had a longer lifespan, if we had only given each other something to get our mind light bulbs to lite.
Which is why I was so excited to find this new site that I absolutely love: oneword.com using my other new internet friend Stumble. Basically the point of the site is that you write as much as you can in only sixty seconds using the one word they give you as inspiration. When your time is up you finish the sentence you were working on and submit your work.
The site doesn't let you create your own log in, so if you want to keep track of your submissions you have to do so on your own. Which is why I've created this blog. There you can see what I come up with and hopefully I keep up with it and do it everyday. I'd really like to see what other's come up with as well, so anyone reading this, feel free, if you'd like, to copy and paste your submissions in a comment on the new blog (that way you can keep track of your stuff too!).
The mind is a pretty fascinating thing, and it's amazing to see where it can take you, and what it can create. This writing exercise is kinda like dreaming in a way, you're pretty much making it all up as you go, and you have no control over where the story will take you, you just gotta ride it out and see.
Pretty cool, and best of all, it only takes a minute!
Which is why I was so excited to find this new site that I absolutely love: oneword.com using my other new internet friend Stumble. Basically the point of the site is that you write as much as you can in only sixty seconds using the one word they give you as inspiration. When your time is up you finish the sentence you were working on and submit your work.
The site doesn't let you create your own log in, so if you want to keep track of your submissions you have to do so on your own. Which is why I've created this blog. There you can see what I come up with and hopefully I keep up with it and do it everyday. I'd really like to see what other's come up with as well, so anyone reading this, feel free, if you'd like, to copy and paste your submissions in a comment on the new blog (that way you can keep track of your stuff too!).
The mind is a pretty fascinating thing, and it's amazing to see where it can take you, and what it can create. This writing exercise is kinda like dreaming in a way, you're pretty much making it all up as you go, and you have no control over where the story will take you, you just gotta ride it out and see.
Pretty cool, and best of all, it only takes a minute!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Guess what Orlando?
YOU CAN SUCK IT.
Seriously. I am so FRUSTRATED right now. And if you can't tell by my ALL CAPS WRITING, my severely twitching eyeball should clue you in. And because luck is on my side today, the mouse on this computer has apparently taken up an alliance with my eyeball, and together they have set out to destroy me, because it too has been twitching all over the place. WTF.
So what has got my panties all twisted in a bundle you ask? Oh, just that I am BROKE and in need of a JOB.....NOW. Well really, two weeks ago would be more poignant... F-that, more like two months ago. And Craigslist? You two my friend can suck a big dank one because you keep feeding me nothing but spam! NO I do NOT want to work from home and miraculously make 5000$ a week! F-YOU!!!
Whoa,
Breath.....
In....Out....
Ok. Better. I'm just stressed beyond stressed right now because everything is piling up on me: school...money...weddings...money...moving...where's my wallet?...school.... You get the point. And then, if that wasn't enough, my eyeball wants to F with me and make me feel like a schizo. Really? Who wants to be aware of their eyelid for hours on end? Um, not I, no thanks.
I just have to keep telling myself that in a few weeks, everything will be fine....school will be over(PRAISE THE LORD, THANK YA JESUS!), and I will have a job, and everything will be just how it should be; calm. And if those thoughts don't help me, I can always remind myself that I am not this guy. Because then I really would be pushed to the brink. Ka. Boom.
Seriously. I am so FRUSTRATED right now. And if you can't tell by my ALL CAPS WRITING, my severely twitching eyeball should clue you in. And because luck is on my side today, the mouse on this computer has apparently taken up an alliance with my eyeball, and together they have set out to destroy me, because it too has been twitching all over the place. WTF.
So what has got my panties all twisted in a bundle you ask? Oh, just that I am BROKE and in need of a JOB.....NOW. Well really, two weeks ago would be more poignant... F-that, more like two months ago. And Craigslist? You two my friend can suck a big dank one because you keep feeding me nothing but spam! NO I do NOT want to work from home and miraculously make 5000$ a week! F-YOU!!!
Whoa,
Breath.....
In....Out....
Ok. Better. I'm just stressed beyond stressed right now because everything is piling up on me: school...money...weddings...money...moving...where's my wallet?...school.... You get the point. And then, if that wasn't enough, my eyeball wants to F with me and make me feel like a schizo. Really? Who wants to be aware of their eyelid for hours on end? Um, not I, no thanks.
I just have to keep telling myself that in a few weeks, everything will be fine....school will be over(PRAISE THE LORD, THANK YA JESUS!), and I will have a job, and everything will be just how it should be; calm. And if those thoughts don't help me, I can always remind myself that I am not this guy. Because then I really would be pushed to the brink. Ka. Boom.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Wednesday Wrap Up
To start this post, I thought I should give a BIG thanks to Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) for posting a guest blog. And yes it is true, Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) was a big help to me in my move, along with Whitney, Todd, and their parents, so thanks guys!
Although MOST of my belongings are here, there are a few stragglers left at the townhouse, so much to his disappointment, Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) may have to help move some of my sh*t once again! He just makes such a great mover!...but not so much of a furniture arranger. We moved my entertainment center and my desk into my room last week, and after carefully aligning the two furniture pieces against the wall, I suggested to Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) that my entertainment center might actually look better NOT lying...um, on it's side. Not quite the perfect arrangement, but it brought on a good laugh!
Did I throw out the blog spot enough for ya Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com)?
In talk of the boyfriend, I have to admit it's pretty nice having him back around. Although, after watching There Will Be Blood, I continuously fall victim to hearing him go on and on about milkshakes, always in his best execution of a Daniel Day-Lewis impersonation. But even with the impersonations (which actually aren't that bad), and singing, and punching of my arms, it suffices to say it's been Good Times all around.
Moving on...
I've been taking on the ginormous task of settling in to this new house as slowly as possible (much like the ripping off of a band-aid) and my life still resides in about twenty cardboard boxes spreading out all over my room and spilling into my bathroom.
Should probably work on that.
I'm sure I'd have everything set up and ready for action by now, if it wasn't for the fact that the process of unpacking hurls me involuntarily into long fits of nostalgic day dreaming (much like the process of packing, so I probably shouldn't have the same reaction seeing how I JUST saw this stuff...).
For instance, I came across my long time friend Heather and I's notebook, Petunia Rosemary (yes we named it), and as I opened it and read each letter, I couldn't help but jump back into the world of being and 8th grader once again. Here's pretty much the gist of every letter:
Dear piece of crap, chick-a-boo, pooper head,
How are u? I am BORED. What am I going to wear tomorrow? Should I wear shorts, or pants? I just don't know. Oh my GOD the Titanic song is on! I love this song, and Leo !!! I'm going to see Titanic this weekend for the 9th time, best movie EVER! Oh my GOD, So and So is sooooo FINE. I made EYE CONTACT wit him today! U better not tell anyone I like him though! U promised! What should I wear tomorrow? Shorts or pants? Pants or shorts? I don't know! Eew! We have FCAT tomorrow!! Uh, Mr. Honigman is SO weird! Ew and his white pants GROSS. Honigshlong!! N-E-ways, I looove So and So and u love So and So and we are going to marry them and have all their babies!!! Shorty swing my way...I love this song!! Okay chick-a-pee I gotta jet, but what am I going to wear to school tomorrow??? Ughh!
Yup that was basically our life as 14 yr olds. Ahh the good old days...
Anyways, yup I better get on this unpacking, if for nothing else, to see what other flash from the pasts I will encounter...
Although MOST of my belongings are here, there are a few stragglers left at the townhouse, so much to his disappointment, Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) may have to help move some of my sh*t once again! He just makes such a great mover!...but not so much of a furniture arranger. We moved my entertainment center and my desk into my room last week, and after carefully aligning the two furniture pieces against the wall, I suggested to Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com) that my entertainment center might actually look better NOT lying...um, on it's side. Not quite the perfect arrangement, but it brought on a good laugh!
Did I throw out the blog spot enough for ya Pete (petegrein.tumblr.com)?
In talk of the boyfriend, I have to admit it's pretty nice having him back around. Although, after watching There Will Be Blood, I continuously fall victim to hearing him go on and on about milkshakes, always in his best execution of a Daniel Day-Lewis impersonation. But even with the impersonations (which actually aren't that bad), and singing, and punching of my arms, it suffices to say it's been Good Times all around.
Moving on...
I've been taking on the ginormous task of settling in to this new house as slowly as possible (much like the ripping off of a band-aid) and my life still resides in about twenty cardboard boxes spreading out all over my room and spilling into my bathroom.
Should probably work on that.
I'm sure I'd have everything set up and ready for action by now, if it wasn't for the fact that the process of unpacking hurls me involuntarily into long fits of nostalgic day dreaming (much like the process of packing, so I probably shouldn't have the same reaction seeing how I JUST saw this stuff...).
For instance, I came across my long time friend Heather and I's notebook, Petunia Rosemary (yes we named it), and as I opened it and read each letter, I couldn't help but jump back into the world of being and 8th grader once again. Here's pretty much the gist of every letter:
Dear piece of crap, chick-a-boo, pooper head,
How are u? I am BORED. What am I going to wear tomorrow? Should I wear shorts, or pants? I just don't know. Oh my GOD the Titanic song is on! I love this song, and Leo !!! I'm going to see Titanic this weekend for the 9th time, best movie EVER! Oh my GOD, So and So is sooooo FINE. I made EYE CONTACT wit him today! U better not tell anyone I like him though! U promised! What should I wear tomorrow? Shorts or pants? Pants or shorts? I don't know! Eew! We have FCAT tomorrow!! Uh, Mr. Honigman is SO weird! Ew and his white pants GROSS. Honigshlong!! N-E-ways, I looove So and So and u love So and So and we are going to marry them and have all their babies!!! Shorty swing my way...I love this song!! Okay chick-a-pee I gotta jet, but what am I going to wear to school tomorrow??? Ughh!
Yup that was basically our life as 14 yr olds. Ahh the good old days...
Anyways, yup I better get on this unpacking, if for nothing else, to see what other flash from the pasts I will encounter...
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Why Jamie Loves Golf...
by Pete Grein, petegrein.tumblr.com
Ladies and Gentlemen, I've traveled over half our state to be here tonight to tell you that Jamie loves golf because it affords her the opportunity to only have to lift a pen rather than 100 tons of her sh*!
Instead of having to move all of HER stuff from A.P. to W. Field, she was on a golf course baiting old gerry's (geriatrics), like Mr. Bandy, into contributing to meals-on-wheels (for kids). Therefore, the heaviest thing she lifted all day was a pen.
While she was out there offering free wedges, we here at Jamie's Sh* and Son's Moving Co. were lifting her bed, her entertainment center, desk, 127 lb. computer chair, dresser-ish thing, earthquake proof bookshelf, mini-shelf, mirror (i'm surprised that wasn't broken BY HER FACE! ha ha ha ahhhhh!!!! jk, J-hole) and 207 poorly packed boxes, some of which had to be repacked.
Thanks, Jamie! How's yer putter?
If I had a straw, I would DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!
pete
petegrein.tumblr.com
ps. I Like Your Socks...Yeah, you reading this. Yep, the ones you have on right now with the grey toes and red stripe. Yeah, they have holes; but, they are your favorites so, don't be ashamed of them. Love them like I do. Goodnight.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I've traveled over half our state to be here tonight to tell you that Jamie loves golf because it affords her the opportunity to only have to lift a pen rather than 100 tons of her sh*!
Instead of having to move all of HER stuff from A.P. to W. Field, she was on a golf course baiting old gerry's (geriatrics), like Mr. Bandy, into contributing to meals-on-wheels (for kids). Therefore, the heaviest thing she lifted all day was a pen.
While she was out there offering free wedges, we here at Jamie's Sh* and Son's Moving Co. were lifting her bed, her entertainment center, desk, 127 lb. computer chair, dresser-ish thing, earthquake proof bookshelf, mini-shelf, mirror (i'm surprised that wasn't broken BY HER FACE! ha ha ha ahhhhh!!!! jk, J-hole) and 207 poorly packed boxes, some of which had to be repacked.
Thanks, Jamie! How's yer putter?
If I had a straw, I would DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!
pete
petegrein.tumblr.com
ps. I Like Your Socks...Yeah, you reading this. Yep, the ones you have on right now with the grey toes and red stripe. Yeah, they have holes; but, they are your favorites so, don't be ashamed of them. Love them like I do. Goodnight.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Hello Beautiful!!
Hello yourself, wink wink.
(This is of course my blog speaking, because she IS gorgeous, is she not?)
I spent a good many hours today tweaking and primping my page (hours that, I guess could have been spent packing, but hey, there's no day like tomorrow right?) and after all the sweat and tears my soul produced, I have to say I am quite happy with it. However, there is one discrepancy; I cannot take credit for that pretty pink flower... I stole it off another blog. BUT, I will probably change it soon, so that I can take full and sole ownership over my design and not feel like such a scam artist (in the most literal sense of the word). I do think I should get some credit for fessing up although, should I not?
Either way, I did spend quite a bit of time on this. One, because trying to figure out how to create three columns and tweaking the HTML was a bitch, and two, because when it comes to creative endeavors, I am one seriously raging, manic perfectionist. It's as if I save all the perfectionism that should exist equally in my day to day actions and force it entirely on the right side of my brain. I will go back SEVERAL times and change even the slightest "mistake" that no one other than myself will ever see. And still they exist, and torture me. I must have like nine or ten copies of my banner up there, that are all just ever so slightly different. One has "ON A WHIM" a little more to the right, one has it closer to the top, one has the flower showing a little too much gray around the bottom for my liking. While writing this I made a new one that had a little more space between the words and the flower......help me?
The same thing happens when I write. Although I usually ignore my punctuation mistakes (I'm the self proclaimed "Queen of Run-on Sentences, that tries to disguise them in parenthesis". It's a covenant title.), I have on many, many instances gone to bed, only to get out twenty minutes later to change one word. ONE word!
Seriously? I need a life.
(This is of course my blog speaking, because she IS gorgeous, is she not?)
I spent a good many hours today tweaking and primping my page (hours that, I guess could have been spent packing, but hey, there's no day like tomorrow right?) and after all the sweat and tears my soul produced, I have to say I am quite happy with it. However, there is one discrepancy; I cannot take credit for that pretty pink flower... I stole it off another blog. BUT, I will probably change it soon, so that I can take full and sole ownership over my design and not feel like such a scam artist (in the most literal sense of the word). I do think I should get some credit for fessing up although, should I not?
Either way, I did spend quite a bit of time on this. One, because trying to figure out how to create three columns and tweaking the HTML was a bitch, and two, because when it comes to creative endeavors, I am one seriously raging, manic perfectionist. It's as if I save all the perfectionism that should exist equally in my day to day actions and force it entirely on the right side of my brain. I will go back SEVERAL times and change even the slightest "mistake" that no one other than myself will ever see. And still they exist, and torture me. I must have like nine or ten copies of my banner up there, that are all just ever so slightly different. One has "ON A WHIM" a little more to the right, one has it closer to the top, one has the flower showing a little too much gray around the bottom for my liking. While writing this I made a new one that had a little more space between the words and the flower......help me?
The same thing happens when I write. Although I usually ignore my punctuation mistakes (I'm the self proclaimed "Queen of Run-on Sentences, that tries to disguise them in parenthesis". It's a covenant title.), I have on many, many instances gone to bed, only to get out twenty minutes later to change one word. ONE word!
Seriously? I need a life.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The Flip Flop Revenge
Heard a little story (I guess you can call it a story), in the few hours I spent in L.A. before embarking on Pete and I's Epic Quest to Orlando, which really made me laugh. So, because I like to make others laugh as well, I figured I'd share. I know, I know, you're welcome.
But first, a little back story:
A few days after returning home from L.A. last November, Pete asked if I had left a pair of crusty brown flip flops at his apartment. And yes, in fact I had. These "crusty" flops were just that, C-R-U-S-T-Y. They had been in commission for probably a year too long, mainly because I'm lazy; and so, were forced to trek on.... and on... and on (undoubtedly, these shoes had seen their day). Without hesitation, I told Pete it would be in their best interest if he'd put them out of their misery, and toss 'em. To which he SAID he'd do so immediately.
Fast forward to last week, and you can imagine my surprise when, while talking to Bobby and Ryan outside the apartment, I saw them reappear right before my eyes! They had NOT made it to flip flop heaven after all.
After reuniting with my old pals, I decided I still did not want these shoes (especially since they had been dubbed "crusty") so, I thought the best thing to do would be to contribute to the trash that is the run-down rooftop next door. Pete threw the first shoe (it landed face down, much to my disappointment), and just before I threw it's sibling, Bobby and Ryan spoke up, stopping me. I didn't really get it, why did they care if I threw the shoe? They looked at each other and concocted something to the degree of using my shoe as a bug smasher (they have/had a little bug problem, but don't cringe too much, it's no Joe's Apartment). So alright, that's kinda gross, but ok, whatever, "haha", my shoe's a bug killer. I got the feeling however they were BS-ing me, and I was somehow left out of the joke. Hi middle school flashback...
Later, the truth came out. Apparently my flip flop had been used as a way for Bobby to torture Ryan, and for Ryan to try to torture Bobby. One would hide the crusty flop in a strategically placed area where the shoe would then become a horrific surprise to the other. And back and forth they'd go. This is funny enough, but Bobby, I've decided, is a genius; coming up with some of the best hiding spots in history:
Under Ryan's pillow.
In Ryan's guitar case.
Taped to the back of the closed toilet bowl lid.
And my personal favorite, deep within Ryan's cereal box.
The last of which is my favorite mainly because, while the flip flop quietly awaited Ryan's arrival, Bobby and Ryan were busy debating whether or not to go out to eat, and Ryan decided that he'd rather just eat at home.
He was really craving a bowl of cereal. Little did he know...
And so, because of their little game, Bobby and Ryan were not yet ready to say goodbye and part with the flip flop that had brought so many laughs. And really who could blame them?
So there the flop will stay, and there the flop will play, in a cozy little apartment, on Rampart in L.A.
But first, a little back story:
A few days after returning home from L.A. last November, Pete asked if I had left a pair of crusty brown flip flops at his apartment. And yes, in fact I had. These "crusty" flops were just that, C-R-U-S-T-Y. They had been in commission for probably a year too long, mainly because I'm lazy; and so, were forced to trek on.... and on... and on (undoubtedly, these shoes had seen their day). Without hesitation, I told Pete it would be in their best interest if he'd put them out of their misery, and toss 'em. To which he SAID he'd do so immediately.
Fast forward to last week, and you can imagine my surprise when, while talking to Bobby and Ryan outside the apartment, I saw them reappear right before my eyes! They had NOT made it to flip flop heaven after all.
After reuniting with my old pals, I decided I still did not want these shoes (especially since they had been dubbed "crusty") so, I thought the best thing to do would be to contribute to the trash that is the run-down rooftop next door. Pete threw the first shoe (it landed face down, much to my disappointment), and just before I threw it's sibling, Bobby and Ryan spoke up, stopping me. I didn't really get it, why did they care if I threw the shoe? They looked at each other and concocted something to the degree of using my shoe as a bug smasher (they have/had a little bug problem, but don't cringe too much, it's no Joe's Apartment). So alright, that's kinda gross, but ok, whatever, "haha", my shoe's a bug killer. I got the feeling however they were BS-ing me, and I was somehow left out of the joke. Hi middle school flashback...
Later, the truth came out. Apparently my flip flop had been used as a way for Bobby to torture Ryan, and for Ryan to try to torture Bobby. One would hide the crusty flop in a strategically placed area where the shoe would then become a horrific surprise to the other. And back and forth they'd go. This is funny enough, but Bobby, I've decided, is a genius; coming up with some of the best hiding spots in history:
Under Ryan's pillow.
In Ryan's guitar case.
Taped to the back of the closed toilet bowl lid.
And my personal favorite, deep within Ryan's cereal box.
The last of which is my favorite mainly because, while the flip flop quietly awaited Ryan's arrival, Bobby and Ryan were busy debating whether or not to go out to eat, and Ryan decided that he'd rather just eat at home.
He was really craving a bowl of cereal. Little did he know...
And so, because of their little game, Bobby and Ryan were not yet ready to say goodbye and part with the flip flop that had brought so many laughs. And really who could blame them?
So there the flop will stay, and there the flop will play, in a cozy little apartment, on Rampart in L.A.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Texas smells like sh*t.
So we're on the road, just got into Texas, and we've got about another hour to go before we stop, and I'm feeling EXTREMELY antsy, so I thought I'd do a blog on the fly. Hurray! We've reached the mid point of our little adventure, and so far it's really been a lot of fun. I've been snapping pictures just about every three minutes, getting excited at every mountain type thing I see. We'll probably have about 500 pictures by the time we're done, so everyone get ready for the most exciting slide show you've ever seen!!
We just passed through a cloud of stank, and I mean STANK. Jamie: "what is that smell! It smells like SKUNK." Pete: "Yeah skunk that's been burnt. That, or burnt pop corn." Uhh...okay! Now I'll probably smell skunk every time I sit down to enjoy my movie with a bowl of pop corn in my lap...thanks Pete.
Vegas was exciting, especially driving up to it; it felt like my first trip to Disney World. So sparkly. We stayed at the Luxor, (the pyramid shaped hotel with the big dog thing in front, what are those called? I feel dumb.) and our suite was very sweet. What a sweet suite. I wish we had gotten there a little bit earlier, but, I did get to eat L.A. Chinese food, and I was very happy about that, and Pete had to pack the car....twice. I can't believe he got everything in here. I was expecting to see him shove the last thing in, only to have the whole car bust it's seams and send Pete's stuff a flyin'!
So Pete's trying to tell me right now that we have another FOUR hours to go before we stop, he's such a funny guy. And he just found a rock in his pocket....weirdo.
But yeah we made it to Vegas, and spent our night walking around and checking everything out. I also spent the night accumulating about 5 blisters, one of which is the BIGGEST blister I've ever had, and maybe even ever seen. I named her Bertha. So as the night was ending I was only slightly uncomfortable because of that, and I had to walk around bare footed to avoid the pain. Classy class, that tis me! I played the slots and won two dollars and seventy five cents...ballah!!
Okay, now it smells like a circus in this car! We just realized we had the outside air coming in, NOT a good idea. Know what else is not a good idea? Rolling down the window to confirm that the dank smell of circus is actually not inside your car. Because it isn't. And now you've just blasted your face (Pete) and mine with ranky dank circus elephant poo air. We nearly crashed in panicked laughter. Good times! We really need to get out of this car soon, Pete's started his opera singing, and is now dancing (I think?), and I'm pretty sure we could both benefit from stopping and doing a couple laps around the car.
So then yesterday was the Grand Canyon, which is not false advertisement, that thing is Grand indeed. A little scary only because you could pretty much jump right in if you wanted to, I'd really be curious to know how often that happens. It was definitely worth the extra travel time, something I'm really glad I got to experience, and with Pete (awww)...special times, special times.
We saw the Meteor Crater in Arizona today something like 4000 feet across...say what?!
Okay, we're heading to the hotel, so I'm signing off for now. I'll have some pics up soon, but in the meantime, check out Pete's blog: petegrein.tumblr.com He's got a video up of Vegas and the Grand Canyon. Bumpin' Grein Productions....can ya dig it?
We can dig it.
We just passed through a cloud of stank, and I mean STANK. Jamie: "what is that smell! It smells like SKUNK." Pete: "Yeah skunk that's been burnt. That, or burnt pop corn." Uhh...okay! Now I'll probably smell skunk every time I sit down to enjoy my movie with a bowl of pop corn in my lap...thanks Pete.
Vegas was exciting, especially driving up to it; it felt like my first trip to Disney World. So sparkly. We stayed at the Luxor, (the pyramid shaped hotel with the big dog thing in front, what are those called? I feel dumb.) and our suite was very sweet. What a sweet suite. I wish we had gotten there a little bit earlier, but, I did get to eat L.A. Chinese food, and I was very happy about that, and Pete had to pack the car....twice. I can't believe he got everything in here. I was expecting to see him shove the last thing in, only to have the whole car bust it's seams and send Pete's stuff a flyin'!
So Pete's trying to tell me right now that we have another FOUR hours to go before we stop, he's such a funny guy. And he just found a rock in his pocket....weirdo.
But yeah we made it to Vegas, and spent our night walking around and checking everything out. I also spent the night accumulating about 5 blisters, one of which is the BIGGEST blister I've ever had, and maybe even ever seen. I named her Bertha. So as the night was ending I was only slightly uncomfortable because of that, and I had to walk around bare footed to avoid the pain. Classy class, that tis me! I played the slots and won two dollars and seventy five cents...ballah!!
Okay, now it smells like a circus in this car! We just realized we had the outside air coming in, NOT a good idea. Know what else is not a good idea? Rolling down the window to confirm that the dank smell of circus is actually not inside your car. Because it isn't. And now you've just blasted your face (Pete) and mine with ranky dank circus elephant poo air. We nearly crashed in panicked laughter. Good times! We really need to get out of this car soon, Pete's started his opera singing, and is now dancing (I think?), and I'm pretty sure we could both benefit from stopping and doing a couple laps around the car.
So then yesterday was the Grand Canyon, which is not false advertisement, that thing is Grand indeed. A little scary only because you could pretty much jump right in if you wanted to, I'd really be curious to know how often that happens. It was definitely worth the extra travel time, something I'm really glad I got to experience, and with Pete (awww)...special times, special times.
We saw the Meteor Crater in Arizona today something like 4000 feet across...say what?!
Okay, we're heading to the hotel, so I'm signing off for now. I'll have some pics up soon, but in the meantime, check out Pete's blog: petegrein.tumblr.com He's got a video up of Vegas and the Grand Canyon. Bumpin' Grein Productions....can ya dig it?
We can dig it.
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