Totally excited because....

I HAVE THE NEXT FOUR DAYS OFF!!

and also,

MY BEST FRIEND(S) ARE GETTING MARRIED THIS WEEKEND!

Okay, enough with the caps.

I feel like I have a million things to do before the wedding (probably because I DO have a million things to do) and I haven't started any of them yet. That's okay though, because most are things I can't do until tomorrow anyways. I feel like this weekend has crept up on me so much and even though my friends seem like they've been married for years, they are OFFICIALLY getting married this weekend and it feels very surreal.

They are one of the most well fit couples I bet I'll ever know. It's almost disgusting, but in that "I'm actually only disgusted because I'm really jealous you guys work so well, but not the I want to scratch your eyes out jealousy, but the I'm really happy for you jealousy" kind of way. Yikes, get all that?

Anyways here they are:




Aren't they cute? This picture was take just a couple weekends ago at my 25th birthday/Halloween party, he was a brick layer, she was a, well, isn't it obvious?

These guys and I have been through SO much over the past years, and I've been right there from the start of their relationship(even played a part in their getting together in the first place) so writing my Maid of Honor speech should be a breeze.

You'd think.

I have a lot of stuff written actually, but it's just so hard to really decide on what to say. One version is super sappy and sounds straight out of a Lifetime movie, and one version I'm trying to be quirky and funny, which, I really doubt I can pull off. There's SO much I can say, and so many different ways I can say it, and I CANNOT DECIDE. Crap.

So tonight is dedicated on just that, deciding what stays and what goes, and then maybe even practicing it because HOLY CRAP I HAVE TO SPEAK IN FRONT OF 100+ PEOPLE.

Maybe I should have stolen a Xanax from work just for the occasion (I kid, I kid). But seriously.

Dear Computer,

You are the biggest piece of donkey crap right now. You are taughnting me...making me wait ten years after every click for something to happen. And then? You give me half loaded pages and then freeze up on me!

This isn't 1997! You're supposed to work a LOT faster now, what is your problem?

I hate you.





I'm sorry, that was a little mean. But all I want to do is upload a video of me looking completely retarded doing a little tap combination I made up for tomorrow night's class, and you deny me? And then I had bonus video of my cat Hobbs, rubbing and loving on my tap shoe because it smells oh so gooood, but noooo don't want to load that one either do ya?

Sorry friends no videos for you tonight.

On second thought...a video of me tapping and my cat and a shoe? Maybe Computer you're doing whats best for me after all? Perhaps a little bit of tough love? If that's the case maybe you shouldn't let me post this blog either...

Get faster or I'm destroying you,

Jamie

A Mellow Day

This blog isn't very pretty right now, but the thing is I got a little motivation to change it....and then it died. Which is pretty much what happened to all my Sunday plans today, motivation to do...laundry, dishes, bike ride, shopping....and then? SPLAT. I spent a good part of my day wondering around my two houses (mine and my mom's) wondering what to do? And not coming up with a thing.

I did find enough motivation to go to the grocery store and put together something in the crock pot (a meal inspired by the very crisp air I felt early this morning, walking over to my mom's, coffee cup in hand). So hopefully it will turn out tasty delicious and I can feel some accomplishment from at least that.

Blob. That's what I feel like today.

Ahhhnyways (that's an anyways with a sigh)

My BFF is getting married in like what? SIX days?! And I'm excited about all the festivities and nervous about giving the big Maid of Honor speech. At least I won't be the only one (that means YOU Pete) and at least I'll be several drinks deep to kill some of the nerves. I'm excited though. This week should be lots of fun, to say the least!

On a side note, my niece has started to properly pronounce her "Rs" so "watuur" now sounds like "waterr" and she sounds like a different child. WEIRD.

Quite possibly the most all over the place random blog ever. You be the judge.

I really feel like changing the look of this blog. I do that a lot, want to re-arrange. New hair cut, new hair color, new bedding, new furniture arrangement, new blog look. I have a friend who has not TOUCHED her MySpace layout since the day I haphazardly made it for her three years ago. Back when just changing the background color was totally awesome and "how did you DO that?!". I have NO IDEA how she can do that. I used to change the look of my MySpace more frequently than I would change my bed sheets. I've gotten lazy with MySpace over the years, but I still manage to change the look of it like every couple of months or so. I don't know...anyways, point is I'm feeling the urge to change again, but I'm also feeling the urge to be lazy, so it might take a few more days to build motivation.

I should probably worry less about the look and more about the content of this thing, and maybe upgrade to writing a post at least TWICE a week instead of the once/week I've got going now. I really do wish I could keep up with this blog more, take less effort into thinking whether or not something is worthy of a post, and just write anyways.

I think I'll work on that.

Hanging above the computer are my two sister's and I's high school senior pictures, all 8x10's wooden framed lined all in a row. From the view I have here there appears to be a mysterious George Washington head growing on the side of my sister Coral's face. It looks like the picture has started to stick to the glass, and you can only see it when the light hits it juuust so, but when you can see it, it really looks like freaking George Washington's profile.


Oh and by the way, I turned 25 on Thursday. I'm officially in my twenties, like for real. WEIRD. I got a really pretty ring from Pete and we had a Halloween costume birthday party which was a lot of fun. Maybe one day when my laziness subsides I'll post some pictures.

And I thought the most uncomfortable thing about the night was going to be the suit

What a freakin' loooooooong day.

I got up at 6:30 this morning and did not come home from work until NINE PM.

After work today I had to attend a county medical members meeting, to "network" with some of the local doctors, and had to wear a suit which made me feel like an alien (even though the suit, which was borrowed, fit really, really well). Then I mingled with some old doctors, spouting out random general things about the pharmacy (because do I really know anything medical?) and giggling giggles that I could not even recognize as myself. I felt so uncomfortable, and so out of my element...the suit, the giggles, it was far, far too much.

Everything that was talked about in the meeting was way over my head, somewhere up in the ceiling I would say, not to mention it was booorrring, but my opinion is probably skewed by the whole "I have no idea what these smart people are talking about" thing. From what I could gather, there aren't enough doctors in Florida and insurance companies are the DEVIL and everything is turning to crap. I really don't like seeing this behind the scenes take on the medical field sometimes, I want to just live under a happy cloud thinking doctors are only out to help you get better and that money and politics have nothing to do with whether or not someone deserves medical attention. I guess that's just like how boys don't like hearing about girls and the nitty gritty of their periods or poos?

But I'm home now, Coors Light by my side, and after a few more sips of this beer, it will be off to glorious bed for me.

Goodnight friends...

What's the time? It's time to get ill.

I'm freakin' sweatin' here people. Sweaty dew allllll over my forehead. Is it my mom's thermostat set to a cool 80 degrees? Or maybe it's that I'm still sick? I'm sitting here with my mouth wide open because I can't breath through my nose, which is surprising because there is a constant drip of snot falling from my nostrils. You'd think some air could find it's way in through the snot gaps.

At work I feel like a walking contradiction, shouldn't I be helping people rather than spreading disease? "Here take these pills to get better, oh but wipe that one off, I sneezed on it once... or eight times, Sorry! But wait! Don't leave, I haven't coughed in your face yet!" Maybe this is just a subconscious marketing scheme to draw more business into the pharmacy by sabotaging their health? Damn I'm smart.

On a side note-- Happy Birthday Dad.