Friday, December 4, 2009
Jake.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
You know you're in LA when....
I love LA.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Dear Twilight....
I'm not getting everyone's fascination with you. Enough already.
Regards,
Jen
Friday, October 9, 2009
Something I might have said in the last hour....
BUT SERIOUSLY, DID YOU SEE THIS???
I love these boys. LOVE. THEM.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
This Just In....
Yeah, I don't care either. I just figured since I had to read it (and can't get that 8 seconds of my life back), that I would inflict it on everyone else.
Go on with your lives now. And, you're welcome.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
When it comes to scary, I'm a weenie.
I'm not good with scary/horror movies. I'm a chicken, and I steer clear of them. So obviously, the villains in these types of movies scare the bejesus out of me. And the Wizard of Oz is not classified as a scary movie, but the Wicked Witch of the West puts all villains to shame. Freddy Kruger? Nah. Jason? Nope. That creepy kid from Children of the Corn? Meh.
Let it be known that the last thing I'm doing to this post is adding the picture above. I literally can't look at her while I type. When it comes to scary, I can only handle things that are scary/funny, like this:
Yes, Oompa Loompas are scary. Short, orange people are creepy, and should never be trusted. Which is also why you should keep your kids and midgets away from cheap self-tanner, but that's a rant for another day.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Pioneer Woman
Pioneer Woman Book Tour
She's hoping to add a west coast stop, and I'm crossing my fingers for it being anywhere near LA.
I just might piddle.
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Hills.
Oh wait....that's right. I don't give a crap about that fake reality show.
As you were.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
The ability to breathe is highly overrated....
Thankfully, this is the view out the window of my office building, not my own house. But it's still unreal to watch it unfold right in front of us. There are hundreds of people that live here that are currently under an evacuation. Several of my church friends and co-workers live here in La Canada, and I pray the fire spares their homes. These pictures really don't capture what it looks like, but it gives an idea....
The firefighters are aerial crews are doing an amazing job at fighting this blaze...my co-workers and I watched the planes and helicopters all day totally mesmorized. So far no homes have been lost. To all the firemen: keep it up guys, and stay safe!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It's beginning to look a lot like...fire season.
The morning was spent looking outside at what looked like snow falling. Granted, it was ashes, and it's 105 degrees outside. But when it comes to snow in LA (in August), beggars can't be choosers.
Methinks that California's wildfire season has commenced. Oh, yippee.
Monday, August 17, 2009
DWTS: My Suggestions
Donny Osmond
Tom DeLay
Kelly Osborne
Michael Irvin
Kathy Ireland
Joanna Krupa
Debi Mazar
Maci Gray
Louie Vito
Aaron Carter
Melissa Joan Hart
Ashley Hamilton
Mark Dacascos
Natalie Coughlin
Mya
Chuck Liddell
ABC, can't you do better than that? After reading that lineup of lameness, I've decided to offer up my services, and create a list of my own. Here are my contestants, in no particular order:
Chuck Norris
Carol Channing
Bill Gates
Tom Green
Dolly Parton
Christopher Lloyd (wearing the Doc Brown wig)
Tommy Lasorda
Rainn Wilson
Chelsea Clinton
Amy Poehler
Mike Tyson
Tiffany
Dave Chappelle
Carol Burnett
John Travolta
TELL me that wouldn't be the highest rated season ever. You've got a solid mix of celebs from the world of business, politics, sports, and entertainment. And it still is chock full of has-beens (a DWTS staple). The only difference is that the ones I chose are awesome. ABC, take note. I won't even sue you for stealing my list. Provided that Chuck Norris wears sequins, and Carol Channing does NOT show her midriff at ANY time.
Friday, August 14, 2009
100 things that SUCK.
I guess you have to click on it to make it bigger...can't figure out how to publish it normal size. So I guess 101st thing that sucks is my understanding of Wordle and HTML.
*Update: I rule. I made it bigger. But not HUGE, so I just moderately rule.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Confession Time
Congrats, Mom. You've raised a true lady. But you'll be relieved to know that's the ONLY habit I took from Julia's character in that movie. I ain't no streetwalker.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Biggest "duh" of the news day...
Well DUH, CNN.
Next, you're going to tell me that jumping into a pool of hungry piranhas could lead to death. Does it REALLY??!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
This is what gets me hot.
"Here. I brought you some porn."
It was the Pottery Barn catalog. Be still my beating heart. I love that my co-workers know me so well, and indulge me in my addictions.
For those readers that don't know, I work in HR. And yes, we make references to porn. We are ALWAYS at the height of professionalism.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Breakfast of Champions
We settled on macaroni and cheese, and pesto pasta salad. FABU. To add insult to injury...what happens after you carbo-load? A slammin' food coma. At 9:45 am. I'm going to be a stellar employee today. My company is lucky to have me.
*apologies for the blogging hiatus. Been travelling around the east coast for the last week or so. Pictures to come...if I can get my act together. :)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
What's the Difference?
We weren't sure how big the portions were, and we were debating on whether we should order a small or a large. So we asked our pleasant waitress, "What's the difference between the small and the large?"
Her answer: "The size."Uh yeah, thanks.
An interesting side note: One of the condiments you can add to your Pho is spicy chili. Do yourself a favor: Don't spill a bunch of it on the table, try to clean it up, then later wipe your nose with fingers that likely have chili remnants on them. Your nostrils will be on fire for the duration of your meal, and beyond. Kind of like mine are right now.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Keeping it classy. And random.
BUT WAIT! DON'T HIT THE BACK BUTTON!
I have a plan B for tonight's post. I know you're inconsolable, but perhaps you can drown your sorrows in this. Below is a picture of the beer that was served at the wedding I coordinated last night.
Your eyes do not deceive you. It is indeed "Doggie Style" beer.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
A Bumper Sticker I Fancy....
"I beat up 5 hippies, and all I got was this lousy Prius."
Well played, humorous Prius driver. For a while, I was convinced the only bumper decor allowed on a Prius were stickers either to support Obama or saving the planet. Or those state-issued stickers that let you roll in the carpool lane. None of which I'm necessarily against, but something gets lost when EVERY Prius seems to sport the same stuff. No one wants to wear the same outfit to a party as everyone else. The purpose of a bumper sticker is to make your car a little more unique.
In other breaking bumper sticker news, on my way home just a few minutes ago, I came across another one I enjoyed. Short, sweet, and to the point:
"Don't Hit Me."
Oh Amen, brother. AMEN.
Friday, June 19, 2009
I'm the freaking wizard of gardening.
I labored over what I was going to do with the solitary lime. And then it came to me. It was so obvious.
Ahhhhhhh...lovely. But this was obviously not for my own pleasure. It was merely to test the validity of the other 10 budding limes still on the branches, even though they are months from being ready for picking.
Result: Very promising. Margarita party at my house. Probably mid-November. Mark your calendars.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Spellcheck iz importente in yer online datin profyle
"Hi everyone, I would like to find someone special and with a good hearth."
Who knew that the men of LA just wanted a gal with a decent fireplace? Or maybe this guy is a chimney sweep.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Stud Muffin.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I'm happy when people aren't afraid to look ridiculous.
Knowing what a lack of musical taste I had when I was 11, if these guys had been around in 1989, I'm sure I would have followed them to the ends of the earth. I already had that hysteria in my youth with a little band called New Kids on the Block. Don't get me wrong, JoBros, this video has not even remotely turned me into a fan of yours. Your music still annoys me to no end. However, I now have a shred of respect for your ability to create humor. Kudos.
Nowadays, I prefer to sit back and listen to my Barry Manilow CD's. That's right kids. CD's. I'm old-school. Heck, I just joined iTunes two weeks ago. Gimme a break! Ooo, Gimme a Break...that was a great TV show. WHAT'S GIMME A BREAK, YOU ASK??!?!?!?! Ah, forget it...I know I lost you way back at Barry Manilow.
Monday, June 1, 2009
I am...Chuck Mangione.
Two things I'd like you to know before you watch this video:
1. I don't do drugs.
2. And while yes, I do drink, alcohol wasn't involved either. Just pure exhaustion. I was half asleep when this was taken.
Um, enjoy?
*PROGRAM NOTE: Yenny Cash is my alias in the "band" I'm in with two of my favorite ladies, Skmaximus Black and Liz Roswell. I call it a "band" because we've only had one rehearsal, and this and this was what came from it. On top of that, we've only had one paid gig, and we were lip-syncing. Believe it or not, we were ALL music majors in college.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Sweet Sounds of the Brits
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Someone Explain This to Me....
A first for me today...I just watched a full episode of The Hills.
Why do people watch this? I really want to understand.
Friday, May 29, 2009
What was required to get through my workday without losing it...
-Walnut Square Bar from See's Candies (that bastardly store has the nerve to be right across the street from my office, staring at me all the live-long day)
-Reese's peanut butter cups
-a final act of sugar desperation was half a sugar cookie left behind on a cookie tray in the breakroom (yeah, I'm officially gross)
And that was me showing restraint. The damage could have been more extensive. And it has been worse in the past. But not since my Lent sugar-embargo commenced has there been such carnage. But with not having much sugar anymore, then introducing it back is making my body give me the middle finger. I feel like a lump 'o crap now.
I have an excuse. And no, it's not PMS. It's just been nuts here in the office this week. I don't want to make false declarations about my Friday night, but we might be leaving the sugar behind for good ol' fashioned liquor.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Beer, Transformers, and dorks.
Before we knew it, there was another dork behind us, desperate to talk to our Informer Dork, saying something about some discs he had for him. Then he mentioned Go-Bots. I swear. I can't make this stuff up.
But our rendezvous was short-lived. A security guard made Informer Dork close the door and get back in line. We made our way home, but not before passing by many a dork making the pilgrimage to Transformer-Mecca. We even found a few wayward dorks walking by our condo, and pointed them in the right direction toward their destination.
Just so you know our night was the real deal, roomie took a pic on her camera phone:
I love my town.
If you're out and about in Pasadena tonight, know that the city is TEEMING with nerds. Be sure to have your light saber on you. You never know when you're going to face some sort of Vulcan mind meld. Wait...are light sabers and Vulcan from the same thing? I'm thinking they aren't.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
My newest inappropriate catch phrase.
"HOLY WHORE!"
It's slightly less crude than "holy shit!" (Whoops, I just said it anyway. Sorry Mom.), and the added bonus is that it's an oxymoron. Unless I want to get in a big ol' discussion about it could refer to Mary Magdalene, so it technically wouldn't be an oxymoron, but I really don't feel like having a biblical showdown. Sorry folks, this girl doesn't have the energy to delve into her Catholicity tonight. And apparently Catholicity is a word...spell check isn't berating me. Score.
P.S. And yes, I realize it's been almost a month since my last post. To BOTH of my readers, my apologies. And holy whore, what a great way to make my comeback tonight.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Stupid Mass Hysteria
Thursday, April 30, 2009
My Favorite Word....
Douchebag is the only word that isn't an actual cuss word, yet still satisfies just as much when it rolls off the tongue. And it comes without the guilt of an F-bomb. Don't get me wrong, I'm not likely to shout out "douchebag!" at church this Sunday. I'm not completely devoid of social graces. I know the appropriate time and place.
Many thanks to all you douchebags that continue to come back and read the mindless trash that is this blog. :)
Monday, April 27, 2009
More Online Dating Ridiculousness....
hi can i chat with you, dont worry i will get a vasectomy so i will never ever get you pregnant ok, now can we chat.
The grammer nazi that I am isn't going to go into the horrific run-on sentence this is, or it's use of incorrect punctuation. The fact is that a man I've never talked to, MUCH LESS EVEN MET, has offered me the "gift" of his vasectomy.
Has 21st century wooing evolved into offering a snipped vas deferens? Call me old-fashioned, but I'd rather just be given a bunch of daisies. Yeah, thanks.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Explaining the Unexplained....
POOP CIRCLES.
I've seen many a pavement poop circle in the 8+ months I've lived here, but I never seem to have my camera with me to document the weirdness. Until today. I wonder why this person has made THIS their personal mission. Maybe they think it's their civic duty to save the bottoms of their fellow citizens' shoes via chalk circles. Maybe they want to scold lazy dog walkers. But whatever the reason, there's undoubtedly some passion behind it.
And the Pasadena Poop Circler (PPC) will change things up a bit. Sometimes they will deviate from the simple circle, and draw a cute little cloud around the pile of dung. And if it's laying in the grass adjacent to the sidewalk, they will draw a helpful little "POOP------>" , with a helpful arrow pointing towards it.
Who is the PPC? A courteous crapping canine possessing incredible dexterity with a piece of chalk? But the most likely scenario...it's probably just an eccentric Pasadena poop-a-phobe. But I still like the idea of a artistic dog with chalk and endless bowel movements. Let me live in my fantasy world.
My ultimate dream in this situation is to find some brown chalk to draw a small likeness of a swirling pile of doo next to the already established circles. Just to see if my chalk drawing gets a chalk circle from the elusive PPC.
Hmmm. I wonder if CVS is still open. And sells colored chalk.
NOTE: Devoting an entire post about feces makes me think I should clear up any confusion: I am a 30 year-old woman, not a 13 year-old boy. In case you were wondering.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
My Politically Incorrect Doggy Bag
Sunday, March 22, 2009
An Open Letter to Girl Scout Cookies....
We will rendezvous the day after Easter, on my couch. I swear. I'll be the one with the tall glass of milk. In the meantime, just stay in the freezer and leave me the hell alone.
Thanks,
Jen
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
My Wish.
Sorry, found the above picture while I was searching on google image...I HAD to figure out a way to use it in this post. Back to the hair care subject at hand.
I love banana clips. I pine for them. And my wish is that they were cool again. Back when they were in style, I was 13, and my hair looked like this:
This is not me. It's Dorothy Hamill during some Olympic medal ceremony. But that is EXACTLY what my hair looked like. Not banana clip-friendly. Or looking-like-a-girl-friendly either. But that is a WHOLE other can of worms we're not going to address today.
Now I have long, thick hair. With a set of hot rollers and a banana clip, I would be unstoppable. (At least in my head I would be.) Plenty of things have come back in style. For instance, skinny jeans made a return to being trendy, so why can't banana clips? Maybe in the meantime, I will go ahead and bring them back anyway. Lindsay Lohan brought leggings back into our lives without asking our opinion, so I will charge forward with the banana clip movement.
Who's with me?? Anyone?
No one?
Crap.
Well, how about we bring banana clips back, Levar Burton style?
*It's plain to see I had WAY to much fun on Google Image this morning.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Plenty of fish in the sea? More like plenty of FREAKS.
Today, I bring you another charming internet dating exchange, compliments of the aforementioned Plenty of Fish. The following is an email I received from a member no more than 30 minutes ago:
"How would you like to have a guy give you a nice foot massage, then suck your toes and lick your feet while you relax for as long as you want? Let me know if you would be interested. Looking forward to hearing from you soon! Alex"
Ready? Set? GROSS.
No, I didn't mention 'hang out with my totally awesome feet' as one of my interests on my dating profile. And by the way, I did not change his name to protect his anonymity. Alex doesn't deserve protection. WOMEN are the ones needing protection from a creepshow that thinks this is an ok way to introduce themselves. Ladies, if you're surfing through Plenty of Fish, and a foot-loving dude named Alex sends you a message, save yourself the 12 seconds of message reading, and delete without remorse. Unless you're strangely proud of your feet...and if that's the case, you crazy kids just might hit it off.
And you know what? That's not even the worst message I've received while being on this site. But I can't bring myself to post them because they're pure trash. While I know I can post whatever the hell I want on my blog, I'd still like this forum to maintain a SHRED of dignity.
And of course, nothing screams "dignity" like talking about a creep from the internet with a foot fetish. Oh yeah, and lest we forget, there was also "sugar tits". That was a shining moment as well.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Ah, the blessing that is internet dating.
His sign off?
"Talk to you later, Sugar-tits."
Um, thanks pal. I'm floored at your gallantry. Proof positive that romance is not dead. I can't wait to talk to you again. Really. Of course, you ARE a San Francisco Giants fan. I should have seen it coming a mile away.
NOTE: Let it be known that the pictures I put on my profile do NOT suggest that such a nickname would be acceptable. I would happily show my 99 year-old grandmother any of the pictures I posted.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Evidence our Country is in REAL Trouble.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I'm Wanted for Murder.
I'm at a loss...I've given both plants the same amount of water, sunlight, and love. There's a few pink blooms hanging on, yes, but the rest of the plant is heading south quickly. I brought in reinforcements. My mom, a seasoned gardener happened to be at my place on Friday morning, and I told her my concerns. She said, "Maybe you over-watered it. Put it outside on your patio for a day or two, and it should perk up."
And the picture above is what greeted me this morning. It looked even worse. Horrified, I brought the plant back inside so it could spend it's final days under 24-hour care. A sort of "botany-hospice".
Maybe this plant didn't WANT to live. Or maybe my plant killed it out of jealousy. Or just maybe I'm to blame. But no matter who's fault it is, my roomie is home tomorrow. At this point, I need a freaking miracle. This plant is by the front door...the first thing she'll see when she returns from her long cross-country journey. When she asked what happened to her beloved plant, I will simply give this explanation:
"It was Colonel Mustard, in the Living Room, with the lead pipe."
It would be real nice if you all backed me up on this theory.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Because I'm awesome.
Judge me if you want. I don't care.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
An Ode to Cheese.
Cheese. Fromage. Queso. However you say it, it's mankind's greatest accomplishment. And no, mankind's greatest accomplishment is NOT landing on the moon. That's a distant #2. Here's a rundown of some of my favorite cheeses:
The first stop on our tour is the Apricot Stilton. Trader Joe's carries a great one. (And if you don't live near a Trader Joe's, I don't know what to tell you. Except that you should MOVE.)
This cheese is STUPID good. In my opinion, the stinkier the cheese, the better it is. And you can't go wrong with the fruity/stinky combination. Delish.
Next up, Pepper Jack. My love affair with this stuff started in college. There's nothing highbrow about this one. It simply rules.
1. Buy a wheel of brie
2. Slather some fruit preserves on top (apricot or raspberry are my preferences)
3. Wrap the whole thing in puff pastry.
4. Bake that sucker.
5. Eat it.
6. Don't share it with anyone.
7. Wash it down with a glass of wine.
8. Pass out from a wine/cheese induced coma.
9. Repeat as needed. Lastly, cheddar. The original gangster, when it comes to cheese, as far as I'm concerned. I prefer a sharp, well aged white cheddar.
There are a few exceptions. Below are 3 cheeses I don't get anywhere near. After all, a girl has to have her standards:
1. Swiss cheese. I hate the taste and it gives me some NASTY gastrointestinal...um, issues. And while I normally like stinky cheese, the smell of Swiss sickens me. Also, paying for cheese that's full of holes makes me think that I'm paying for a bunch of wasted space. No thank you.
2. American cheese. This is not cheese. The only time this should be used is to hide a pill in it for the dog. Otherwise, have some respect for yourself, and just go straight for a nice sharp cheddar.
3. Spray cheese. This is the polyester of cheese. Aerosol and metal cans should not be part of the fromage equation. Gross. The inventor of Easy Cheese should be strung up by his toenails.
I hope your horizons have been slightly broadened. Or that you're at least a little hungry. I also hope that my lactose intolerant readers haven't needed to pop a Lactaid from reading this.
Interesting (or maybe not interesting to anyone else) side note: I hated cheese as a kid. HATED IT.
I have this song in my head on repeat today.
I love Helen Reddy. LOVE HER. And yes, I'm 30, not 65.
I fear my mild-mannered office mate Jasmin will murder me before the end of the day if I can't hit the "shuffle" button in my head and turn off "repeat". This is a very real possibility.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Economy Rant
And, as bad as I feel about the lack of jobs I have to offer my applicants, this evening's rant is actually about salesmen. Allow me to explain: these fools are desperate right now. Just as desperate as the unemployed, because a lot of their livelihood depends on commission from selling their crap. And no one has money, so no one can buy their crap. But they're worse, because they are obnoxious on top of being desperate. A craptacular combination. Salesman of the world, hear this: I get that you need to make a living, but the rules have not changed just because the economy has taken a dump. Calling someone five times a day will not make a sale. It will only piss them off.
*Robert from CareerBuilder.com, if you're reading this, yes, YOU inspired this post. I was feeling bad that I can't buy a job-post package from you, but you've rapidly lost my sympathy, and you've crossed over into the 'annoying' category. Leave me the hell alone. And yes, my receptionist told me how much you called today. I was totally screening your ass.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Jen vs. Jenn
HOWEVER, my full name is spelled Jennifer, and I think Jenifer looks positively freakish and misspelled. I am ok with this inconsistent rationale, but for reasons I can't really justify except for that's just the way I like it.
In summation:
Jen...thumbs up
Jenn...me no likey
Jennifer...correct
Jenifer...ridiculous
Thanks for your attention.
NOTE:***I uphold the utmost respect for all the Jenns out there. I don't begrudge you for wanting your extra N, it's what's normal to you. I just don't understand how you're able to get up every day and face the world. That's all.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I've found the love of my life.
He finishes my sentences. Literally. He is...the Pentel Energel Liquid Gel Ink, blue, with a .7 mm metal tip. And ladies, you can't deny it's all about that .7 metal tip. It leaves me terribly satisfied.
I have a friend with a STRONG attachment to her collection of writing instruments. I will allow her to remain anonymous. :) And while it's fun to use all sorts of different color pens, I don't think I quite got it until now. But I get it now. OH, I GET IT. There's nothing better than a smooth writing pen with a consistent flow of ink. Not too much ink, and NEVER too little. And that glistening blue ink...ahhhhhh. It transcends all other blues, leaving them in the dust. And don't even get me started on the cushiony, grooved finger grip. Heaven.
Is it possible that this post will cause some to think my life is small? Devoid of meaning? Well, I don't care. Do not mock our love.
JK + Pentel .7 4-eva! Holla.Monday, January 26, 2009
Favorite quote of the weekend.
-my friend Vrej's friend, Marissa
I don't know, Marissa. I JUST DON'T KNOW. And I don't want to know.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Looking back and looking forward. Thoughts on Inauguration Eve....
It's no secret the more than 3/4 of America is beyond glad that today is George W. Bush's last day in office. To say he's leaving office on a low note is an understatement. We're in a recession. Unemployment is approaching double digits. We're engaged in two wars with no end in sight. But I don't think President Bush is a monster. I don't think he's evil. I don't think anyone gets into that office without an unwavering love of their country, and wanting to do the very best job they can. It would be difficult not to be humbled by the awesome responsibility of Commander-in-Chief. Could someone else have done a better job? It's very likely. But is he a bad man? No.
I'm excited to see what the next four years brings. I want Mr. Obama to do well. I want great things to happen for the U.S. It's wonderful to see everyone so inspired, hopeful, and excited for the future in these tough times. But I worry for Mr. Obama. I think a lot of people have such high hopes. They are expecting a miracle. His approval is so high, it has nowhere to go but down. After the pomp and circumstance of the inauguration is over tomorrow, the same challenges await our country, and they will not be easy to solve. It's not that I'm jaded or looking at the glass as half empty, I'm just trying to be realistic. He has promised "Change" throughout his campaign. But change isn't going to come overnight. I hope everyone is patient. Even Obama has said that the economy is going to get worse before it gets better. But it's hard for people to be patient when we live with a hungry media that pounces on the slightest misstep. It's tough to stay unaffected by it.
But you know what? Change WILL come. It's life...and that's what life does. It changes. Mahatma Gandhi said, "Be the change you want to see in the world." Don't wait for Obama's change. If you want change, YOU have to be that change. Take personal responsibility for it...it's not just up to Obama.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I make no sense.
On the flip side, when I don't work out, I'll devour whatever is in front of me...which is actually the time I should be MORE careful about what I'm shoving down my throat, but I don't. This makes NO sense.
Currently, I'm having a hard time motivating myself to work out. Go ahead and guess what my present eating habits are like.
Ooo, look...a cupcake. Gotta go.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I'm still here...sorta.
I'm sorry. I've been slacking on my ranting. We all know what the hustle and bustle of holidays do to us. It sucks our will to live. But thankfully, I've made it out to the other side, aka 2009. The rants will come back. I promise.
Truthfully, I've been bumming a little. I'm not sure what it is...a combination of things, really. Holiday/post-holiday stress. Worries about money. What direction I'm supposed to go in life, and the occasional lack of motivation to figure that out. Complete annoyance and frustration with my ridiculous dating life (or lack thereof). Exhaustion after a busy semester doing 2 jobs and school. Feeling in a rut at work. And a bunch of other crap I can't control. But as my friend Cindy says, "That's when it's time to put on your big girl panties and deal with it." Because, all in all, things really aren't that bad, and there's a lot to be thankful for. My family and friends are healthy. I have employment when so many others don't. I live in my favorite corner of Southern California in a beautiful townhouse. I'm going on a BITCHIN' vacation at the end of the month. Not bad.
But when I'm bumming, the first thing to go is the humor in my writing. It's one thing to listen to me rant, but it's another thing to listen to me bitching. They are two very separate things, and I refuse to let this blog become that kind of forum. Ok, so maybe that's what it is tonight. But typing about it is already making me feel better. So, onward and upward!
One thing that I thought might pull me out of this funk is to be doing something creative. I've found it's something that soothes me, feeds my soul, and gives me purpose. I spent the last semester taking a photography class, and trying to absorb as much information and knowledge that I could. Now I have all these pictures, and no place to showcase them. So I've started another blog. One that is solely devoted to my photography. However, everything I took last semester is on film, not digital, and it will take me a while to get that converted so I can upload them. But for the time being, I've started uploading some of my existing work from the last couple years. And now that I've taken this class, I now don't think they're as great as I used to think they were. And that's ok. Over time, it will show the progression of where I started, to where I am now, and beyond. So take a moment and check it out if you feel so inclined. I've done a few posts, just so there's something on there to get started. I want this new blog to be a motivation for me to get out there and constantly be taking pictures.
Here it is...now don't all of you rush to the new blog all at once. We don't need to be crashing the site. ;)
Photos by JK
Ahhhh...it feels good to post again.