tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30984462011-09-04T10:02:42.085-04:00Like a lemming into the internet sea...''We are talking about the nonsensical ravings of a luniatic mind!''
~Gene Wilder, Young Frankinstein~Jessicanoreply@blogger.comBlogger1781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1139667218372561362006-02-11T08:59:00.000-05:002006-02-11T09:13:38.383-05:00So we leave the apartment (and the suitcase-aware kittens) tonight to go to Jen and Brian's house to sleep over. A car is supposed to come pick us up at 10 am Sunday and whisk us to the NYC pier and the fabulous cruise ship therein.And sometime between 5pm Saturday and noon Sunday a blizzard is coming. Oh, yes. I said blizzard. 12 to 18 inches to be exact. I'm torn between being exasperated Jessicanoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1139460357839034662006-02-08T23:45:00.000-05:002006-02-08T23:45:57.840-05:00Who knew?Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1139460301710394152006-02-08T23:44:00.000-05:002006-02-08T23:45:21.116-05:00Your results:You are Supergirl Supergirl 85%Wonder Woman 85%Catwoman 85%Spider-Man 80%The Flash 75%Iron Man 75%Superman 65%Hulk 65%Batman 60%Robin 55%Green Lantern 55%Lean, muscular and feminine.Honest and a defender of the innocent.http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/superhero/pics/supergirl3.jpg">%20HREF="Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1139065260680405602006-02-04T09:21:00.000-05:002006-02-04T10:01:00.753-05:00I just want to say "Gracias" to Luanne for her comments on my last post. Just one question, Lu... What?Here's a little known to some, and all too well known to others, fact about me: I only have two speeds. Maximum, and Sleeping. Today is Saturday, and I was out dancing last night until 1 am, yet I've been up since 7:30. Seriously, what the fuzzy fuck?I bring this up because I'm going through Jessicanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1138304168200556982006-01-26T14:16:00.000-05:002006-01-26T14:36:08.250-05:00I'm not dead yet! I think I'll go for a walk now! I feeeeeel Happy! I feeeeeeel HAPPY!...So... Christmas is over. I'm pretty sure I blinked and missed it. Is it weird that the second Christmas is over I go into anti-Christmas mode? I mean, as a kid I used to stall the inevitable undecorating as long as possible, trying to prolong that christmassy feeling. But now, as soon as the 26th rolls Jessicanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1135169893623232852005-12-21T07:34:00.001-05:002005-12-21T07:58:13.626-05:00Slowly but surely I WILL have a tree...Al and I went out to get a real live Christmas tree last week. We, in our own hapless grand tradition, picked the shittiest weather night we could manage. While it wasn't raining (as is our USUAL choice) is WAs "nut numbingly" cold. Al's phrase, but true even for me.Literally it was 7 degrees out. We stopped at Panerra Bread for some coffee to "keep our Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1135169796550802292005-12-21T07:34:00.000-05:002005-12-21T07:56:36.593-05:00Slowly but surely I WILL have a tree...Al and I went out to get a real live Christmas tree last week. We, in our own hapless grand tradition, picked the shittiest weather night we could manage. While it wasn't raining (as is our USUAL choice) is WAs "nut numbingly" cold. Al's phrase, but true even for me.Literally it was 7 degrees out. We stopped at Panerra Bread for some coffee to "keep our Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1134394594827645592005-12-12T08:35:00.000-05:002005-12-12T08:36:34.840-05:00Nobody wants to play nice in the holiday sandbox.I'm takin' my sand, and goin' home.Ho Ho Humbug.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1133354470238334922005-11-30T07:29:00.000-05:002005-11-30T07:41:10.276-05:00Oh, I'm leeeeeaaavin' ON a jet plane! Don't know when I'll be back again...Ok, that's not true, I know I'll be back on Saturday, but I AM leaving for Pasadena in approximately 5 1/2 hours. I got bumped passed a waiting list of people to attend some stupid class for work. Normally my gypsy soul LOVES to travel for these things, but this time it's stupid 'cause it's last minute, and (while even Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1132926925942971982005-11-25T08:54:00.000-05:002005-11-25T08:55:25.953-05:002005.The Year of the Corn.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1132754249176342832005-11-23T08:22:00.000-05:002005-11-26T08:14:45.053-05:00Yeah, yeah, it's me... No one is reading this now, though. Everyone thinks I've fallen off planet Blog. But no... I'm just lazy.So here's the high light reel of Jessica's Life:1) I got a tattoo. Yep, you read it right, I GOT a TATOO. It's in the center of my lower back, and it's the words "Hopes and Dreams" in Japanese. The letters run down my spine and end at the tail bone. I just love it. It Jessicanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1121771866502689812005-07-19T07:17:00.000-04:002005-07-19T07:18:07.440-04:00http://chaz.bdmonkeys.net/battle.php" method="get"> What Is Your Battle Cry?Skulking through the steppes, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using a piece of chainlink fence, cometh Rhinogirl! And she gives a low roar:"Ares, God of War, be praised! I shall traumatize the entire planet!"Find out!Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?created by %20color="#cc00ff" face="times new roman">Jessicanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1117983277453090612005-06-05T10:20:00.000-04:002005-06-05T10:54:37.460-04:00Seem to be out of limbo. Maybe it was the weather. I wish I cared enough to try to figure it out.... but no. This is not the case.Al and I leave for Las Vegas next weekend! Woo how!! All expenses paid trip to Sin City, with a Deeelux room at the Bellagio. Fun fun fun! I actually just found out that the company has hired Cirque Du Sole to perform at a private dinner affair for us.By "us" I mean Jessicanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1117062171604855102005-05-25T18:52:00.000-04:002005-05-25T19:02:51.610-04:00So why do I feel like I'm in limbo? Like I'm not really here? What gives?I blame Stephen King.It's kind of like I'm drifting from day to day, doing the things I should be doing, but none of it affects me. Like I'm in a bubble. I don't even have the interest in writing this. There's plenty going on, and lots to say... and yet...Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1116294468000570182005-05-16T21:46:00.000-04:002005-05-16T21:47:48.006-04:00O.k., so last night I dreamed that my mother and I were sitting in the dining room of her house... and Stephen King came in and asked me out for this upcoming Halloween.Anyone?Anyone?Jessicanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1114899293028049132005-04-30T17:52:00.000-04:002005-04-30T18:14:53.033-04:00In honor of UIM's story of When Spiders Attack, I will relay THIS Godawful tidbit of Jessica history.True story.1996. I'm living at my parent's house after college. Due the the fact that my Uncle Matt has moved IN while I was away, I no longer have a bedroom. My room becomes the basement. Yes, they made me sleep in the basement. To their credit it is what is known as a "finished" basement, which Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1114269136729265682005-04-23T11:01:00.000-04:002005-04-23T11:12:16.730-04:00I read Tempest's blog.I read Tempest's blog.I READ Tempest's BLOG.Conneticut is now added to the ever expanding list of places we cannot move to. Two weeks ago I woke Al from a sound sleep at 7:30 am to kill a spider. I was deeply ensconced in my workout, right in the middle of my living room floor doing crunches... when I looked up. There. Dangling squarely above my forehead was a spider Jessicanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1113603035044157192005-04-15T18:03:00.000-04:002005-04-15T18:10:35.043-04:00In other news, last weekend was the much posted about visit from UIM. Oh what fun! UIM, Wryguy, EvilG, Metrocake, and her boyfriend who I will refer to as Frosting. Hmmm, it makes him sound more effeminate than he is...We had a great time, ate Buffalo at Peter Pan's, played video games at Dave and Buster's, and inexplicably discussed Rush at my house. It's a long story.Also, for those who Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1113600076896172822005-04-15T17:10:00.000-04:002005-04-15T17:21:16.896-04:00O.k., I'm back. Sigh. Whyfore do I wait so very long to post?? Now there's too much. I bore myself just thinking about it.SO... Mohegan Sun was more fun than I've had in a long time. I mean it was phenomenal! Our weekend was quite a lot different from the one Tempest described happening for her and Carrie and Jacknife, as our included bodily abuse of ALL kinds. There are moments that I Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1112279458890173532005-03-31T09:12:00.000-05:002005-03-31T09:30:58.893-05:00To say that there has been a lot going on here would be the understatement of the day. I would be of the year, but understatements run rampant around here, so it's hard to judge one from another.So I'm sitting here waiting for my bestest friend Jen to pick me up so we can head off to Mohegan Sun. YEA! YEA!! I'm really excited. We're going to go to the spa, and get polluted at the fancy schmancy Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1111782005858036922005-03-25T15:16:00.000-05:002005-03-25T15:20:05.860-05:00O.k., so Al is still in Nevada with his parents. His Aunt has passed away, and they're all trying to settle all of her affairs and cope as best they can. Al's mom is executer of the will, which means she will most likely be there for the rest of the month sorting things out. At the request of the family, I'm not putting the address here on the blog site, but anyone who wants to contact Al or Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1111581785706812182005-03-23T07:34:00.000-05:002005-03-23T07:43:05.706-05:00Hey, kids. Got some sad news. Last Monday AL's parents got word that his Aunt Bette in Nevada had had a heart attack. They flew out there to help her get back to good health. Unfortunately, the heart attack was the least of the worries. Over the course of the week they would discover that she had also had a stroke, was now in renal failure, and couldn't breath on her own. After an MRI and aJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1111442196569466772005-03-21T16:56:00.000-05:002005-03-21T16:56:59.696-05:00You are 'juggling'. Jugglers, tumblers, and otherstreet performers were a very popular sort ofentertainment once, before movies and talkiesand online quizzes supplanted them.You like to put on a show for people, and they liketo watch. You are friendly and well-liked,particularly for your sense of humor, althoughyou sometimes play with people's heads. Youare frequently the center of attention, andJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1111062699313192062005-03-17T07:29:00.000-05:002005-03-17T07:31:39.316-05:00Happy St. Patrick's Day all you Irish out there! And to you too, you Irish-By-Proxy! In honor of the day, Al and I will be eating lasagna with corn, and Duck L'orange with ham steak.Luck to all!Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1110799153168692492005-03-14T06:15:00.000-05:002005-03-14T06:19:13.176-05:00Have no time for complete post STOP Saw world's worst movie this weekend STOP Had Vin Diesel in it STOP Discovered still have amazing and stupid knack for winning at Uno STOP Got call for interview in near future with GlaxoSmitKlein in NC STOP Will fill in laterSTOPJessicanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1110504693950925982005-03-10T19:55:00.000-05:002005-03-10T20:31:33.953-05:00I am BACK on Long Island. I know you were all worried sick over where I might have been these past few days, but worry no more! I have returned.Last Thursday my mom, dad, and I went to Miami to visit my youngest sister at school. She goes to Florida International University in Miami. When we got there it was 55 degrees, raining, and windy to the tune of 40 mph. Yea.However... coming from 20 Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1109627571531923292005-02-28T16:42:00.000-05:002005-02-28T16:52:51.533-05:00So NO ONE wants to comment on the obviously stoned rambling in my last post??? My friend Jen had to tell me to go re-read it so I could experience the acid trip for myself... again.I've got Strep Throat, for those who were dying to know what became of my cold. It hurts like a bastard, and I whine like a mule, but only to Al. Consider yourselves lucky. I actually went to work today anyway. Jessicanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1109435072001726202005-02-26T11:03:00.000-05:002005-02-26T11:24:32.006-05:00Sick, Sick, Sick. My throat feels like I swallowed a piece of glass. Bleh. I need some Tylenol, dammit!! All I have is Tylenol PM. See you when the coma wears off...Went out dancing last night to a cool place called the Rare Olive. It was loads of fun, and it helped me remember just how perfect I really am. I gage this by the amount of horrific mocking my friend Jen and I can de behind theJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1109284282620051462005-02-24T17:24:00.000-05:002005-02-24T17:31:22.620-05:00My Husband is a Bridal Attendant. That's right, folks, you read it here first. Al's new job at Macy's is in the bridal department. He's dealing with the registry, not the dresses, so his job is actually with all of the registries in the computer, and explaining how to register to all the newly engaged couples that come in. He's particularly looking forward to handing over the scan gun to the Jessicanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1109076404791106742005-02-22T07:44:00.000-05:002005-02-22T07:46:44.793-05:00I spoke too soon, Al got a job. He was literally in his suit, dressed and ready to leave for an interview with Enterprise Rent-A-Cult when Macy's called and offered him a full time position. There's more involved, but I've signed a gag order. I don't think he wants me NOT to talk about it so much as he likes the kinky stuff.Or maybe he just likes to gag me. I talk a lot.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1108921274532670442005-02-20T12:08:00.000-05:002005-02-20T12:41:14.536-05:00Merry New Year! I am shamed into returning by Ghost who has re-begun the blog tradition. Here I am with very little to say... o.k., that's a lie, I've got lots going on, but it exhausts me just thinking about trying to tell it.First, Al and I have pretty much decided to pool our efforts into trying to escape the tractor beam keeping us here on Long Island. It isn't that I don't like it here (Jessicanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1098411022586450382004-10-21T22:09:00.000-04:002004-10-21T22:10:22.586-04:00SShhhhhhh!!!!!
Nobody... move...
155.
Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1098024551430813052004-10-17T10:35:00.000-04:002004-10-17T10:49:11.430-04:00So, Al and I went pumpkin picking with Jenn and Brian yesterday. After some discussion it was discovered that, as children, Brian and Al never carved pumpkins. And Al has NEVER CARVED A PUMPKIN BEFORE. Oh the horror!!! I actually felt bad because we cheated with a face pattern out of a pumpkin carving magazine. Only Jenn would have something like that. What happened to just hacking away at Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1097931362803656772004-10-16T08:48:00.000-04:002004-10-16T08:56:02.803-04:00Two and a half more pounds! Dance of joy!! Dance of Joy!!!
Someone should really video tape me weighing myself. It's an exercise in insanity. I get on the doctor type scale in the gym locker room AFTER my shower, AFTER blowdrying the weight of water out of my hair, WITHOUT my shoes, wearing ONLY my bra and pants... I'd be naked if it weren't at this particular gym. Then I set the scale to Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1095992516470316802004-09-23T22:05:00.000-04:002004-09-23T22:21:56.470-04:00I HAVE LOST NINE POUNDS.
To those who know me well this is not just big news, it is no small feat. Two years ago my parents got me a gym membership which I have faithfully utilized. I started out going three to four days a week. No weight loss. I upped it to five to six days. Nothing. I started going seven days a week, added weight training to my daily cardio, got up early to go before work. Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1093701724355047542004-08-28T09:50:00.000-04:002004-08-28T10:05:53.106-04:00Hey everybody! I'm back for a mo', but I make no promises for the future. Sorry, I know now that I can't be trusted.
So, Ireland is great for creating new games! Such as "Llama," which we discovered while in the Fota Zoo. As you can see, all the animals are litterally free to roam the grounds, with the exception of three very obviously deadly peacocks who were sequestered off in a corner behind,Jessicanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1088030412939947172004-06-23T18:18:00.000-04:002004-06-23T18:40:12.940-04:00To answer Tempest:
1: I hate romantic movies
1: Carrie Fisher & Harrison Ford, The Empire Strikes Back
2: Drew Barrymore & Adam Sandler, The Wedding Singer
3: Mel Gibson & Whatsherface, Bravehart
4: Judd Nelson & Molly Ringwald, The Breakfast Club
5: Ewan McGregor & Nicole Kidman, Mulan Rouge
1: Just about any song by Sting
2: Principals of Lust, by Enigma
3: At Last, by Etta James
4: In Your Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1085328187810103252004-05-23T12:01:00.000-04:002004-05-23T12:03:07.810-04:00Finale::
Martial arts:: Jackie Chan
Flirt:: yes
Energy:: love some
Flavor:: saver
Guess?::what
Accomplishment:: work
Prom:: dress
Diploma:: success
Bloody:: mary
Ok. Who's next?
Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1079876349427646102004-03-21T08:39:00.000-05:002004-03-21T08:41:36.060-05:00Huh. Isn't this blog thing supposed to be where you go when everything seems to suck? We're supposed to vent about jobs, family, relationships, health, money, and the unbearable lightness of being?
Why then is that the time that I clam up? January and February were shaping this year up to be a royal crapfest, and I actually said to Al, "This year is only two months old, and it sucks ass Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1070209982990422542003-11-30T11:33:00.000-05:002003-11-30T11:33:38.403-05:00My thoughts and prayers are working overtime this year-end. What's UP with you people???
I send along some love and comfort to my sister, who is gripped with a sudden awareness of her own mortality. If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it's the FLIGHT you're afraid of, I think it's the thought that mom will force you to wear a dress for the occasion. I'll send my GA for the trip, Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1069886481439982032003-11-26T17:41:00.000-05:002003-11-26T17:41:53.186-05:00Your medieval name is: Elizabeth. This name may notbe exotic or out of this world, but you arepowerful and demand respect. You're in chargeand productive and a control freak. Don't feelbad - you've got the clout.
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Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1068168422509921442003-11-06T20:27:00.000-05:002003-11-06T20:27:00.540-05:00WHYFORE DO i WAIT SO FRIGGIN' LONG TO POST? And why do I leave the caps lock on, too?
Well, the holiday season is upon us. Has, in fact, been upon us since Labor Day. Sad. It is now time to do the beautiful Dance of the Family Homes. It is time to divy up our time equally, even though we ALL know that this is an impossibility. Someone always feels less loved than the other.
Sigh. My Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1067871243505611252003-11-03T09:54:00.000-05:002003-11-03T09:54:01.610-05:00You should be a Bunny!
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Hmmmm.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1062441948294925922003-09-01T14:45:00.000-04:002003-09-01T14:45:48.313-04:00Fascinating...
Fight Club!
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Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1062200143413853382003-08-29T19:35:00.000-04:002003-08-29T19:35:50.743-04:00You are King Arthur of the Britons!
You like to hear yourself talk a lot, namely aboutsome damn grail. Those closest to you are justthere to serve you and bang your coconutstogether. For some reason Mystical beings cometo you and set you out on quests. If only morepeople understood you, perhaps you'd get thatgrail afterall.
What Monty Python Holy Grail Quest Character are You? brought to you Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1062116530754984462003-08-28T20:22:00.000-04:002003-08-28T20:29:34.336-04:00P.S.
you can actually click on "FIU Golden Dazzelers in my last post to see here. I don't know how to do the color changy thing.
And yes, that IS her real hair color. Jealous?Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1062116393039455252003-08-28T20:19:00.000-04:002003-08-28T20:19:53.110-04:00I came back with two kiiiiitens!! I came home with two kiiiiiittens!!!
Yes, the rumors are true. I caved to the ranks of psudo-motherhood. I have two kittens who are presently fighting over the tie to my bathrobe. I LOVE to watch them stalk each other, toys, me, Al, dust, nothing, you get the point. I went to NC with the intention of bringing only one kitten home (with Al's grudging consentJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1061525622603035552003-08-22T00:13:00.000-04:002003-08-22T00:13:42.623-04:00I'm going to my siiister's, I'm going to my siiiister's! Nya-nya-nya NYA nya!Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1059253063002771782003-07-26T16:57:00.000-04:002003-07-26T16:57:42.876-04:00Saw a beautiful, red convertible in a Waldbaum's parking lot today. The licence plate read: CRPADM. I left a note under the windshield wiper that read, "What does "Crap Adam" mean?" And Al and I laughed and laughed.
Too much to say, too little time. Lemme sum up:
Went to Boston, immobilized myself on day one by hurting the already bulging disk in my neck. (Girls hate to have anything Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1058715127762894932003-07-20T11:32:00.000-04:002003-07-20T11:32:07.730-04:00O.k., so my new policy is once a month. That's all you get.
A lot has happened this last month, so get ready to get your skim reading on...
I fell off the treadmill. I don't mean this in the I-was-working-out-all-the-time-but-I-fell-off-the-treadmill-and-now-I'm-not kind of way. No, no. I FELL off the TREADMILL. I was in the gym, trucking away on my treadmill, when I committed the Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1056157779203437792003-06-20T21:09:00.000-04:002003-06-20T21:09:39.240-04:00Someone call Scotty, I need to be beamed down... to North Carolina, that is. My sister needs me, and it hurts like a hot roasting spit in my eye that I can't just BE there for her.
Baby girl, if it were in my power to be there when you just need someone to laugh with, I would. I have total faith in you that you will make things work FOR YOU. By this I mean that you will give all the effort Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1055682705522373212003-06-15T09:11:00.000-04:002003-06-15T09:11:45.550-04:00Hi kids. I have NO IDEA why I'm here today, as I actually have nothing to say. Hmmmm, must be this nagging sense of blogger commuinity obligation.
soooooooo..... ah...... OH! Happy Father's Day to Wryguy!! AND Happy Quasi-Father's Day to Smithkid and Blix!!
Whew. That took a lot out of me. In case anyone wondered how deep my phobia of sharks runs, we went to see Finding Nemo (you know, Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-1055331641626031992003-06-11T07:40:00.000-04:002003-06-11T07:40:41.373-04:00Tempst: YOU MEAN YOU STILL WENT TO SLEEP KNOWING THAT THE SECOND LARGEST SPIDER YOU'D EVER SEEN WAS STILL ALIVE AND IN YOUR YARD??? I CAN'T EVEN SLEEP KNOWING IT'S IN CONNETICUT!!too close... too close...
UIM: A little death never killed anybody...
Chynacatt and GClef: try going for long walks. I don't know what that's supposed to do, but everyone tells really pregnant women to do that. Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-951207362003-05-31T10:44:00.000-04:002003-05-31T10:44:53.630-04:00I am trapped in my own head, held hostage by some mean little person who hates me. The craneal dicotomy is a real killer. I was recently convinced by one of my tightest friends that I am, in fact, fat. Shhhh, don't tell them, it would kill them to know that that's what I thought. When push comes to shove, nothing from the outside can really touch what you hear in your head. Everything else Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-950765892003-05-30T08:04:00.000-04:002003-05-30T08:04:23.983-04:00If I knew all the words to "Lunatic Fringe" I'd post them here.
No, I'm fine.
Really.
Hey Wryguy, can't you just strap it to his face? And they wonder why I don't have kids.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-938302722003-05-05T19:41:00.000-04:002003-05-05T19:41:48.526-04:00O.k., given the spoilers on Tempests site, I feel I must say this:
OMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFG!!!!!!!!!! THE GODS OF THE MOTION PICTURE INDUSTRY HAVE SMILED ON US ONCE AGAIN!!!
Pant! Pant! Whew.
XM2 was farging AWSOME. Nightcrawler is my new favorite person, and I wish I were a mutant. I called my sister on Sunday to see if she'd seen the movie, and we babbled like 14 year old boys about Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-935025742003-04-29T21:47:00.000-04:002003-04-29T21:47:56.066-04:00So I came back after a month long absence to show everyone that I was wrong. Wrong Wrong WRONG. Sad for me.
I guess it is "Snuff Queen." I thought it was Snow Queen, implying that she's cold and fridged. Apparently it is in fact "Snuff Queen," implying that she's into drugs, "snuff," or Buffet is a necropheliac. Whatever. I suppose it's all good once you spend that much time on the gonja.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-934320032003-04-28T20:22:00.000-04:002003-04-28T20:22:42.646-04:00Tempest, you silly goose, the line is "Snow Queen." A "Snuff Queen" would, in fact, be a porn star, or any young starlet for that matter, that is actually killed in the filming of the movie. This was (urban legand) apparently a short lived practice in the 60's. Snuff films, the ultimate Stanislovsky Method.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-915059572003-03-27T17:20:00.000-05:002003-03-27T17:20:21.950-05:00So. She's gone, North Carolina.. I can't believe it, my sister is really gone. Bouts of spontanious hysterical crying aside, I'm fine. Really. Fine. The ripping sensation in my chest is perfectly normal, I'm sure.
Liar. I'm so sad I can't even continue.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-902717312003-03-06T20:14:00.000-05:002003-03-06T20:14:13.530-05:00Noooo, really?
You are an Italian.">Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-902709242003-03-06T19:57:00.000-05:002003-03-06T20:00:19.000-05:00Did I do that??
Sorry, I must have linked my sister's blog wrong, but great googely moogely how she makes me laugh! You should go
HERE
And read her site. She's moving to North Carolina this month, and I can't talk about it at length w/o bursting into great sobs of misery. Have a good trip!Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-899626182003-03-01T13:52:00.000-05:002003-03-01T13:52:18.983-05:00O.k., so I went to the police to file a report on the ASSHOLE who stole my travelers checks. The cops had a good chuckle w/me about the whole cashing at a Citibank that requires you to put your licence # on the stolen checks, and I get a very nice Officer Sambuco (nice Irish boy) to handle my case. The only thing they really need is the location of the Citibank that the perp (heh) utilized. I Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-899459412003-03-01T03:12:00.000-05:002003-03-01T03:12:33.826-05:00I don't really exist do I? I don't FEEL tardy....Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-891456012003-02-15T10:51:00.000-05:002003-02-15T10:51:22.950-05:00(Please read in Ren Hoek-Type accent)
I've coated my whooooole body in lead. Duct tape? Don't be a FOOL, man! I want to be safe!Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-889177252003-02-11T11:22:00.000-05:002003-02-11T11:24:33.000-05:00www.jenandbri.comJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-889176592003-02-11T11:21:00.000-05:002003-02-11T11:21:27.770-05:00Can I just tell you about my day yesterday? Ready? Commence Bitching!
I have been a little sick the passed few days, and yesterday was the worst. I had that gotta-sneeze-but-can't-thing that makes you look like you've been crying out of one eye. Fabu. SO, I'm busting ass in the field, wet snow in the hair, freezing outside, Sahara Sunrise inside the offices. I took the day off Friday due Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-888306842003-02-09T22:57:00.000-05:002003-02-09T22:57:46.020-05:00Stupid Fracking Blogger! If you go to my last post, you can click on the word "must" to get to the site I was refering to. My stupid choice of color made it impossible to see.
O.k., my sister, Krang, has now got her very own blog, and she's easily one of the funniest people I know. So go there, dammit!
www.jennasis.blogspot.com
Now, I said!Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-887123542003-02-07T11:45:00.000-05:002003-02-07T11:45:30.300-05:00Oh, but you MUST...(hint: Click on their heads... one at a time...)Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-884520402003-02-02T22:38:00.000-05:002003-02-02T22:38:08.040-05:00http://www.nypost.com/news/regionalnews/67973.htm
Please read this, then forward to as many people as possible. I'm suing the guy I used to work for. I can hear some of you shouting for joy from here. He's a compulsive liar w/a God complex, and he owes me 25K. Nice, huh? He's openly admitted to avoiding payment of taxes for the last five years by going chapter 11 and changing business namesJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-879725562003-01-24T15:07:00.000-05:002003-01-24T15:07:52.776-05:00 Witty Things to Say During A Colonoscopy:
"Take it easy, Doc - you're boldly going where no man has gone before."
"Can you hear me NOW?"
"Oh, boy! That was sphincteriffic!"
"You know, in some states, we're now legally married."
"Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?"
"You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out. You do the Hokey
Pokey..."
"Hey! Now I know how a Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-872722352003-01-11T14:03:00.000-05:002003-01-11T14:03:40.966-05:00Wha?... Huh? 200what? Who, what... um... huh?Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-867025072002-12-30T11:53:00.000-05:002002-12-30T11:53:31.776-05:00F#(%!#@ Blogger!!! I posted this on Saturday night! Here it is again... late:
Happy Birthday to my bestest friend, Jem.
Jem is excitement. Truly outragous.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-866300682002-12-28T13:05:00.000-05:002002-12-28T13:05:30.783-05:00Response to Tempest:
No. The bitch brought those "gold" chocolate coins. Punk.
Note to everyone else I know:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our Light,not our Darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-862171552002-12-18T08:29:00.000-05:002002-12-18T08:29:05.293-05:00Written by my father to my husband inside the birthday card from both parents:
"P.S.
Eagel's may fly, but weasels never get sucked into jet engines.
Soar like a Weasel, our son!"
And they wonder where I get it from...Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-861842232002-12-17T16:26:00.000-05:002002-12-17T16:26:08.750-05:00So yesterday marked the 32nd year of life for my loving husband. Happy Birthday, Babylove! For those who want to know, I got him Pidah Man Tuff. For those who don't want to know, don't read that last sentence. See? I could be in politics. He got all kinds of good stuff, and was very happy. In fact, his reaction to the Spiderman Football jersey I got him was frighteningly similar to my 4-Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-858199452002-12-10T23:06:00.000-05:002002-12-10T23:06:58.346-05:00(Sung to the tune of "Carole of the Bells")
"Leave me alone, please go away, I'm doing fine, I'll be o.k."
Ad Nauseum.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-857863002002-12-10T10:50:00.000-05:002002-12-10T10:50:21.116-05:00No... no... Not..... RETAIL!?!??
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-856147142002-12-06T18:31:00.000-05:002002-12-06T18:31:09.226-05:00And yet I seem to find excuses. It's like they come looking for me...
I'm here, I'm alive, I'm resigned to the fact that I'll never be a size six again. Sigh. It snowed like a bastard here yesterday, for those of you not on LI, and I fnally left my territory (New Hyde Park) at 1:00 to grudgingly come home early. I hate that, it feels like giving up. Shades of my former (slave driving) job.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-853336012002-12-01T11:08:00.000-05:002002-12-01T11:08:33.880-05:00O.k., I have no excuses. I now have a 9-5ish job, we're back on our financial feet, and I'm not in some far off, exotic locale, like Cleveland, to keep me from posting.
So WHY haven't I posted? Well, there's a really good reason for that.... and I'll tell you as soon as I finish thinking one up.
So Christmas is upon us, and the goose isn't the only one getting fat. I'm doing the Adkins thingJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-849914252002-11-23T22:09:00.000-05:002002-11-23T22:09:01.206-05:00Crawled out of my Golub-Like cave to send this, late, to Tempest:
Aileruf
Lafiure
Rufelai
Failure
Eruliaf
Ilafrue
One of these things is just like the others.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-825627202002-10-05T13:52:00.000-04:002002-10-05T13:52:27.026-04:00The only thing worse than apathy is procrastination.
If only I could be an apathetic procrastinator. Then I could always put things off til tomorrow later.
Ow.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-796032402002-07-30T14:01:00.000-04:002002-07-30T14:01:41.160-04:00Did we say money had gotten BETTER??? DiD We?!?!? HUH!??!? Cause, whoo boy, silly US fOr aLLoWIng SUch sTaTEmeNTS To SLIP, RIGHT!?!?!?
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fime. I'm find. I'm time. I'm pine.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-792038942002-07-20T21:43:00.000-04:002002-07-20T21:43:15.660-04:00Be veeeeewy, veeewy quiet.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-792010002002-07-20T19:38:00.000-04:002002-07-20T21:42:41.000-04:00We are intrepid bovine hunters! Beware their subtle anger....Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-790265552002-07-16T13:44:00.000-04:002002-07-16T13:44:22.796-04:00"The Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiting is the hardest part"
~Tom Petty~
O.k., so I got the coolio job offer, and they st6arted my background check....... and thus began the wait. See, they started the background check last week on Tuesday or Wednesday, and I was told up front that these things can take a week to ten days to complete, BUT.... it's killing me.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-785273872002-07-03T19:28:00.000-04:002002-07-03T19:28:24.246-04:00Juuuuuuuust sit right back and you'll hear a tale...
But first, let me just say this: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!! Pom-a-poo! HAhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!
Whew. That almost killed me.
O.k., I'm at the rents house, and my own private Idahell is nearly at an end. The last two weeks or so have been very eventful, but I'll try to fill you in as Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-783996572002-06-30T22:17:00.000-04:002002-06-30T22:17:15.993-04:00It's times like these when I like to say to myself, "Don't worry... someday we'll all be dead."Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-777870832002-06-15T17:11:00.000-04:002002-06-15T17:11:04.860-04:00I'm speaking to you from beyond the internet. OooooooooooOOOOOooooooohhhhhhh....
Hi. Actually, I'm at my parents house. I just dropped in to say WHY DOES LIFE HAVE TO BE SO COMPLICATED?
Last week I completed the chimp level training required to work at Macy's. It consisted of two days worth of crucial learning, consisting of one six hour computer program instructing us on the complexities Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-774259002002-06-06T13:51:00.000-04:002002-06-06T13:51:47.660-04:00“Oh where, Oh where has my little Han gone? Oh where, Oh where can he be?”
So, Al and I discovered that the little movie theater on Main St. in Islip has $4 tickets for all shows, all seats on Tuesdays. With this in mind, we decided to forego lunch… and dinner, and see Attack of the Clones.
We should have had lunch.
I am a sorry, Lemming-Like excuse for a movie buff. I couldn’t NOT see Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-771234002002-05-29T21:13:00.000-04:002002-05-29T21:13:34.260-04:00So... So... so. Hmmm.
I'm now able to sit up for prolonged periods of time, so as to write in my Blog. I just spent the last four days with the death flu. Happy Memorial Day to me. The up side is that it made me feel as though I was staying home, lying on the couch like a slug for my HEALTH... as opposed to lying on the couch like a slug due to a complete lack of funds.
So now I'm back to Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-770661512002-05-28T11:50:00.000-04:002002-05-28T11:50:33.550-04:00
Take the What
animal best portrays your sexual appetite?? Quiz
Hmmm. I'm not sure I can jump that high...Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-769522432002-05-25T02:11:00.000-04:002002-05-25T02:12:33.000-04:00It's 1:45 in the morning... do you know where my wits are?
Gah, why am I awake? Because I've had no where to be for the last week!! (for those of you who don't know me, and are thus unaware of my fundemental inability to relax to any degree, those are not exclaimation points of excitement.)
I'm here to let you know that I am now gainfully employed. Hoo rah. So why am I still so anxious? Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-766585872002-05-17T10:20:00.000-04:002002-05-17T10:20:20.380-04:00"Ah have always relahed on the kahndness of strangers..."
And you guys are the strangest people I know. In my quest for employment I have found that, interestingly enough, I do not like to work. Who knew? So far my real struggle has been to find a company that I WANT to work for. No small task. The internet has yeilded nothing for me, the NY Newsday has been very helpful, I'm STALKED by theJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-766335322002-05-16T17:08:00.000-04:002002-05-16T17:08:24.673-04:00Weeeeeeeeeeeee're Baaaaaaaaaaaack.
Miss me? I know I did.
I LOVE to tell you all more about my job search (you keep using dat word. I do not think it means what you think it means.) but I simply cannot bring myself to talk about it for one more second. Go ahead, sigh with relief. I'll wait.
So... barring the aforementioned topic, I have nothing to say.
Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-765112282002-05-13T18:09:00.000-04:002002-05-13T18:09:41.040-04:00Job Search, Job Search, Job Search.
I just want to see how often I can type that into one blog entry before driving it (or the readers) to commit Hari Kari.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-764587262002-05-12T10:03:00.000-04:002002-05-12T10:03:15.410-04:00HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL YOU BLOGMOM’S OUT THERE!!!
Hey there, Hi there, Ho there.
You’re as welcome as could be.
Just popping my head in quickly to say “hello.”
Hello.
(C’mon, you TOTALLY saw that coming. I never said I was original.)
So I’m still on the interview circuit. I wanted to send a shout out to Tempest, who is frustrated with her job search. Please remember that the jobs I’m Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-760936572002-05-02T17:20:00.000-04:002002-05-02T17:20:16.123-04:00So, so far I've scored four, count 'em, FOUR interviews. I'm pretty psyched. They're all sales jobs, salary and commission. I know the suspense is killing youy all, so I'll keep you posted. HA! Get it??!? "Posted!" I kill me!
you wish.
ANYway... I also found out yesterday that the VP, who has been calling daily from China, got the TWO (yes two) telemarketing guys that are left on the Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-760246462002-04-30T22:45:00.000-04:002002-04-30T22:45:49.090-04:00Does anyone remember that scene in Titanic... where the ship takes, like, FOREVER to tip up on it's side... but once it does... the whole thing goes WHOOSH! under in, like, four seconds....
Anyone? Anyone?
I'm part of a trend. One of my best friends, Schroeder (also one of Al's ushers), left the company a few weeks ago. I think it was one of the things that finally helped to push me out. HeJessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-759644972002-04-29T11:29:00.000-04:002002-04-30T22:36:53.000-04:00Happy Birthday to GClef!!!.Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3098446.post-759644922002-04-29T11:28:00.000-04:002002-04-29T11:28:55.180-04:00Things at the top of my "I Love" list:
Pink's new album.
Rain
Making a phone call in the middle of the day
My apartment at 6:00 p.m.
The Simpson's at 7:00
Meeting someone and NOT pitching them
Shutting off cell phone commercials on the radio
Job hunting out of state
Possibilty
Having my sense of purpose back
My husband.
Not necessarily in that order.
Jessicanoreply@blogger.com0