Monday, August 24, 2009
I have a son
I have a son who, when forced to wear his new glasses for 10 minutes, will tear down everything I hung on his bedroom walls and throw them in the garbage because he's so mad at me. I have a son who eventually came into my room to give me a hug and tell me a story about his nana's (my mother's) dog who was visiting for the day. He took a picture with me in the photo booth at Chuck E Cheese and even gave me some of his tickets for my birthday. I have a son who, when we got home, dug everything back out of his trash and let me help him hang it back up on his walls. Including our picture from tonight.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Summer Lovin
Some nights, like this one, I enjoy a walk with the sounds and sights of the outside and wish to be walking hand in hand with my love. We'd pause on the corner sidewalk, listening to the cars go by, looking at each other with only the street light to help us see, and he'd lean over to kiss me. A long, slow, soft kiss.
Friday, June 12, 2009
But First...
My son, Elijah is the first to wake every single morning. He makes his bed, gets dressed, brushes his teeth, applies his deodorant, and washes his face. Then he comes into my room to announce that he has completed his morning routine. His motivation for getting ready so quickly is so he can play his video game for the rest of the morning until it is time to leave. So after I question him to make sure he's completely ready (and, more recently, tell him to change out of his long sleeve shirt because of the weather), I permit him to play his game. "Ok," he replies, "But first..." and then he leans over to give me a big hug.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Prank the boss! Giggle.
Hi Scott,
I hope your vacation is going well. I just wanted to let you know that I’m having trouble with my transcription software. I’m waiting to hear back from Chad about this and hopefully things will get fixed soon. Also, you might have heard about the big hail storm we had yesterday! Thundering and lighteninging and everything! I certainly hope the weather is beautiful where you are. Today, though, we woke up to four feet of snow! The city is practically shut down! Well, we went in to work anyway because we knew how important it was to keep the office open. Also, there were some electrical issues/fires in the Spokesman Review building next door and I guess they had to evacuate, but don’t worry, we remained here working away while you golf on your much needed and deserved vacation! We even have had the maintenance people telling us to leave the building because of this earthquake…actually that might have something to do with my computer problems (lol). Really though, don’t worry. We’ll stay until 5:00 p.m. Have a great vacation and we’ll see you when you get back (maybe)!
Happy April 1st!
Jessica
I hope your vacation is going well. I just wanted to let you know that I’m having trouble with my transcription software. I’m waiting to hear back from Chad about this and hopefully things will get fixed soon. Also, you might have heard about the big hail storm we had yesterday! Thundering and lighteninging and everything! I certainly hope the weather is beautiful where you are. Today, though, we woke up to four feet of snow! The city is practically shut down! Well, we went in to work anyway because we knew how important it was to keep the office open. Also, there were some electrical issues/fires in the Spokesman Review building next door and I guess they had to evacuate, but don’t worry, we remained here working away while you golf on your much needed and deserved vacation! We even have had the maintenance people telling us to leave the building because of this earthquake…actually that might have something to do with my computer problems (lol). Really though, don’t worry. We’ll stay until 5:00 p.m. Have a great vacation and we’ll see you when you get back (maybe)!
Happy April 1st!
Jessica
Sunday, March 22, 2009
People
I want to go back to school and learn. I want to learn about people. Why people do certain things, say certain things, act a certain way. I love to watch people. I stare and wonder.
Last night I went to Ceour d'alene to see an 80s cover band. Wow! Look at all those people running up to dance to some shitty version of Billy Idol's Rebel Yell! Look at that older version of me one day acting all cute and flirtatious! Look at that nerdy girl with the glasses singing along with the song, but has no idea what the words are! Why does she keep singing along? She's obviously not even close to mouthing any vowels and syllables that would form any type of word. Look at her, she's singing along to the next song...and she STILL doesn't know the words! Weird! She looks like she had braces at one time. Her teeth are perfect, but she holds her mouth as if she still has those metal brackets in her mouth. Maybe she has clear braces on. Oh! She's sitting across from that chick with huge knockers who walked in a while ago. How interesting. Here's this nerdy woman and her nerdy husband having a conversation with the epitome of what would have been the "popular" girl in high school and her "popular" boyfriend. I wonder if Nerdy Girl is just so elated to even be sitting across from her, or if she's wondering, as am I, if Popular Girl's boobs are real. You know I saw you glance down, Nerdy Girl. Oh no, she spotted me staring, shit! Now I'm going to have to find a new subject because she keeps making eye contact with me. Damn it. Ahhh, there's weird dancer girl still dancing with no one as if she's feeling the music all through her body. Yes, the music of the 80s. She looks thin on the bottom, but her boobs combined with the too-short sweater she's wearing gives her a muffin-top effect. She's dancing awfully close with Skinny Girl in a little white tank top and camo pants. Hmmm...I wonder...
The girlfriend of the friend of the guy I came with seems like she's getting a bit drunk, but she's only had two glasses of wine. Maybe she's just a little more personable now that her own girlfriend has arrived. She has this funny obnoxious laugh, and seems to laugh at anything. Like, even if my friend quietly said something across the table that she couldn't have heard, she still guffaws as if he's the life of the party. Huh. I have to go to the bathroom.
There's no paper in my stall! "Excuse me, would you mind terribly helping me out?" I ask my neighbor who's been peeing since I walked in. She drunkenly replies and a handful of paper appears under the stall partition. I give her my thanks and finish my duties (heh, doodies). Oh, and here she appears, Weird Dancer Girl! The girl I've been curiously watching on the dance floor since the band started! Wow, I got my toilet paper from her! I almost feel as if I've encountered a celebrity! Up close and personal!
Ahhh, Nerdy Husband is singing along with Judas Priest and he actually knows the words. Nerdy Husband, you've redeemed yourself, but your wife needs to Google some songs.
I'm noticing a weird trend with these Ceour d'alane-80s-cover-band goers: Not-so-hot guys with playboy-bunny-material girls. WEIRD!
This cute blond walks by and spots her friend, rushes up to him, and they do their little fist bump and jazz hand-ish greeting. And they're so excited to do it! They have such happy expressions on their faces during and afterward! She sits across from him and I wonder; coworker? Old school buddy? I don't have that great of view of her because my friend's friend's head is in the way.
Ohhhh there's the MySpace table! You know they're all taking pictures together for the sole purpose of uploading them to MySpace, or facebook, pick your poison. I'm not judging. I do it too.
Heyooo, looky at Weird Dancer girl and Skinny Camo Pants girl. Looks like they've "found" each other, if you know what I mean. Hee hee! Lesbian PDA in effect! I often see this happen in the clubs (the hardcore PDA, not the lesbianish hardcore PDA), but in a bar? To a cover band? Funny. Awww, Weird Dancer is dipping Skinny Camo Pants girl. How sweet, but it looks like SCP girl is leaning back just a little bit too much for Wasted Weird Dancer g....OHHH she dropped her!! Girls, I'm sorry, but everyone saw that coming.
So now this inebriated old lady has to be escorted out of the bar by our waitress and a police officer, the entire time telling our poor waitress her whole life circumstances. Oh, but the waitress is so sweet, nodding her head and adding her, "M-hmm" and "Ohhh" when appropriate. We want to leave but because we've all had a couple beers, no one wants to risk driving away with cops around, so we wait. Finally, after they tow the old lady's car away and the police drive away, we are free to go and take the long journey back to Spokane.
This, my friends, was a fantastic night.
Last night I went to Ceour d'alene to see an 80s cover band. Wow! Look at all those people running up to dance to some shitty version of Billy Idol's Rebel Yell! Look at that older version of me one day acting all cute and flirtatious! Look at that nerdy girl with the glasses singing along with the song, but has no idea what the words are! Why does she keep singing along? She's obviously not even close to mouthing any vowels and syllables that would form any type of word. Look at her, she's singing along to the next song...and she STILL doesn't know the words! Weird! She looks like she had braces at one time. Her teeth are perfect, but she holds her mouth as if she still has those metal brackets in her mouth. Maybe she has clear braces on. Oh! She's sitting across from that chick with huge knockers who walked in a while ago. How interesting. Here's this nerdy woman and her nerdy husband having a conversation with the epitome of what would have been the "popular" girl in high school and her "popular" boyfriend. I wonder if Nerdy Girl is just so elated to even be sitting across from her, or if she's wondering, as am I, if Popular Girl's boobs are real. You know I saw you glance down, Nerdy Girl. Oh no, she spotted me staring, shit! Now I'm going to have to find a new subject because she keeps making eye contact with me. Damn it. Ahhh, there's weird dancer girl still dancing with no one as if she's feeling the music all through her body. Yes, the music of the 80s. She looks thin on the bottom, but her boobs combined with the too-short sweater she's wearing gives her a muffin-top effect. She's dancing awfully close with Skinny Girl in a little white tank top and camo pants. Hmmm...I wonder...
The girlfriend of the friend of the guy I came with seems like she's getting a bit drunk, but she's only had two glasses of wine. Maybe she's just a little more personable now that her own girlfriend has arrived. She has this funny obnoxious laugh, and seems to laugh at anything. Like, even if my friend quietly said something across the table that she couldn't have heard, she still guffaws as if he's the life of the party. Huh. I have to go to the bathroom.
There's no paper in my stall! "Excuse me, would you mind terribly helping me out?" I ask my neighbor who's been peeing since I walked in. She drunkenly replies and a handful of paper appears under the stall partition. I give her my thanks and finish my duties (heh, doodies). Oh, and here she appears, Weird Dancer Girl! The girl I've been curiously watching on the dance floor since the band started! Wow, I got my toilet paper from her! I almost feel as if I've encountered a celebrity! Up close and personal!
Ahhh, Nerdy Husband is singing along with Judas Priest and he actually knows the words. Nerdy Husband, you've redeemed yourself, but your wife needs to Google some songs.
I'm noticing a weird trend with these Ceour d'alane-80s-cover-band goers: Not-so-hot guys with playboy-bunny-material girls. WEIRD!
This cute blond walks by and spots her friend, rushes up to him, and they do their little fist bump and jazz hand-ish greeting. And they're so excited to do it! They have such happy expressions on their faces during and afterward! She sits across from him and I wonder; coworker? Old school buddy? I don't have that great of view of her because my friend's friend's head is in the way.
Ohhhh there's the MySpace table! You know they're all taking pictures together for the sole purpose of uploading them to MySpace, or facebook, pick your poison. I'm not judging. I do it too.
Heyooo, looky at Weird Dancer girl and Skinny Camo Pants girl. Looks like they've "found" each other, if you know what I mean. Hee hee! Lesbian PDA in effect! I often see this happen in the clubs (the hardcore PDA, not the lesbianish hardcore PDA), but in a bar? To a cover band? Funny. Awww, Weird Dancer is dipping Skinny Camo Pants girl. How sweet, but it looks like SCP girl is leaning back just a little bit too much for Wasted Weird Dancer g....OHHH she dropped her!! Girls, I'm sorry, but everyone saw that coming.
So now this inebriated old lady has to be escorted out of the bar by our waitress and a police officer, the entire time telling our poor waitress her whole life circumstances. Oh, but the waitress is so sweet, nodding her head and adding her, "M-hmm" and "Ohhh" when appropriate. We want to leave but because we've all had a couple beers, no one wants to risk driving away with cops around, so we wait. Finally, after they tow the old lady's car away and the police drive away, we are free to go and take the long journey back to Spokane.
This, my friends, was a fantastic night.
Friday, February 13, 2009
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