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This blog has moved. If you haven't already found it (I know most of you have!), please email me (address is at the bottom of the page) and let me know you'd like the address.Thanks!

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Thursday: Worked. Came home. Worked at home. Cleaned. Talked on the phone. Slept.Friday: Wished I didn't have to work Monday, as my coworker quit today. Talked on the phone. Slept.Saturday: Did laundry. Cleaned. Did nothing much but act like a vegetable. Talked on the phone. Slept.Sunday: Hung out with family. Talked on the phone. Slept.Monday: Worked. Came home. Worked at

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AKA Ponder Internally for a Minute:Who can go one whole day without the internet? Not when you are out in the woods and haven't brought your laptop and can't get on but when it's right there, in front of you, and you could do it if you really wanted to?Who can imagine themselves doing that? Going an entire day without checking their email once?Without commenting on a blog?Without checking out

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hooizz: If you come back to the blogging world, good luck in your "new" home town and I hope things go the way you wish them to.Nicholas: Thanks for the comment and I look forward to hearing from you! Good luck to you and your beloved and, most of all, I'll be praying for you as you step forth in ths new covenent of three.Dena, Misty, Kim, Ziggy, Sheila, Mom, Dad, etc.: You know how to find

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1147749959248696372006-05-15T22:21:00.000-05:002006-06-27T16:03:46.776-05:00

Even though I don't believe teachers should be their students first or only moral educators, I do believe that we still hold a responsibility as role models for students.That said, how can a teacher think this is a good idea? Not only was fiction writing not a part of his class in any way, shape, or form but he also required them to name a victim, according to our local news.He has apologized to

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Potential blog move:What I'm requesting below is actual opinions on experiences with blogging services that anyone has used. I've been checking into many different ones and just am wanting to know, before I do any moves, people's opinions on the providers so I know about ones they've used or checked into. Cost is indeed a factor but it is one I've already checked into extensively myself so I'm

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Hmmmmm...I'm debating some migration of the blog in the near future but am not sure if it's for me. Without giving away the site I'm debating moving to, anyone have pros and cons of importing/exporting from one to another? (If anyone has experience or comments on their own move, I'd appreciate knowing from and to where they moved, why, and how they rated the ease, change in features, etc.

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My local news was doing a story on the March of Dimes, who apparently helped fund research that assisted a couple whose daughter was born premature.How premature?According to the newscaster: "She was born 11 months premature."

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I have a pet peeve that is becoming clearer every day. Today, I had the blessed experience of hearing someone talk snidely about a personality trait in one person while they themselves are the exact. same. way. And she went on to prove it by lying about several things and blaming everyone but herself for not doing her job just moments later.How do you get to be in your 40s and still have the

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Twenty-six days left. It's surprising how the proximity of marrying your best friend and then moving several hundred miles from your friends and family makes you evaluate your life a bit.For one, I'm going through storage and closets, finding bits of myself and others hidden here and there. Old cards, letters, class notes, receipts. Most things I'm tossing, pitching, throwing out. It's a bit

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I have started posting a few pics here and there on my photoblog again, for those interested. (People shown in photos have given their explicit permission to be blogged before I posted them.)

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It was interesting to see this post by hooizz right after Neal and I had a discussion about whether I should put our engagement photos on here. (Both because I've not had discernable photographs of myself on here and because one commenter on the post above it speaks of a taller man making her feel "feminine" and Neal is quite a bit bigger than I am [which is shown by the picture of him carrying

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I made an interesting discovery today while reading this post and then bits and pieces of my own blog. I am a master at revealing large pieces of myself without really revealing anything. I have known this for some time in my "real" life where I can seem open and talkative but people eventually realize how very little they really know me myself once they stop to think about it. The good side

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I was going to wait to write about something serious until I returned home next week after leaving tomorrow but I have to say this now, while I'm still fairly ticked off about it. (So. Read this and then go have some fun with the limerick post below, please. I might need some laughs after this...)I have seen the double standard work against me and I have seen it work in my favor. I am

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Okay, let's have some fun while I mull over some blog ideas that are shaping up in my head and I hope to write after my long weekend vacation. Until then, here's a challenge for you (or for me, depending on which you choose...)I am a limerick writer of long time. I remember my first (awful) limerick in third grade. In some circles, I came known as the girl who could write a limerick about

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I thought I was the only one who hadn't been around for a while and was feeling a bit guilty about not writing here or keeping up with some of my favorite bloggers.But now I see that you all are slacking!

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Perhaps I should just quit watching television because I'm picking up scary commercials left and right lately.Has anyone else seen the McDonald's commercial where the teacher meets his kids out late at night at McD's after they have all been out at a concert? And the teacher was crowd surfing?First of all, I've been that teacher, getting home just at four-thirty in the morning after driving to a

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A couple weeks ago, I found a couple posts that have led to a variety of thoughts. If you will allow me to be a bit random tonight, I'd like to discuss each in its own turn within one post just to get them off my mind and onto yours, if you will.The first one to catch my mind was one regarding digital picture-taking versus film. When I was younger, I had many issues with film. One was

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I have long been an advocate of advising everyone to learn a second language. Any second language is fine with me, actually, as long as assists English speakers in realizing that not everyone in the entire world speaks English. I've long hated the refusal to learn another because someone believes that everyone will eventually be speaking English. My example has always been, "Well, the French

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Last week, Neal and I spent part of the late night hours stuck in my basement (luckily I have one), watching movies on this very laptop while we listened to my all-weather radio and wondered if the nearby warnings of tornado-spotting would keep getting closer and closer or if we would once again gladly suffer near-misses like a few years ago. We came upstairs after the warning sirens died down

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Interesting ideas and new debate. It's interesting to hear, though, women backpedalling a bit when it comes to a man's choice after pregnancy is already on the table. Does this argument sound familiar to anyone else?Men have plenty of “say” over this decision—but it all happens before the pregnancy. They have “say” over the women with whom they choose to have sex. They have “say” over whether

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Another article, similar to this one (but shorter and...I can no longer find it in my list of links), made me sit down at my computer and search and search until I found this short story that I remember reading first in high school (on my own because I was/am a voracious reader). I remember reading that as a G/T student and wondering if this was where we were headed. Teaching AP English classes

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I have a hard time being wishy-washy about people. I am a naturally outgoing, friendly person. Sometimes, though, I so wish I could step back and be more cold, more aloof. I have a hard time being that. It's not in my nature. I want to like people and I want them to be comfortable around me.Sometimes, that works out well. I have a coworker who recently told me, "You are so easy to talk to.

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Where I now live: Temperature=70 degrees with clear skies. No wind.Where I'm moving to in three months: Temperature =32 degrees and overcast. Wind NE at 26 mph.Our high today was somewhere around 73 degrees. In the middle of winter. heheh We're having the weirdest winter ever this year.It's Illinois's way of saying, "We're sorry you're moving to the Frigid Northlands so we're giving you a

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Very appropriate title for two reasons.1. I've been told a lot recently that my evil laugh is the most evil they've ever heard. Apparently my evil laugh sends shivers and chills. *rubs hands together and gets a glint in her eye* Good.2. I laughed at my coworker for this:"I'm going to go give blood on break. I hope there's not a long line but it may take me a while.""What? No new piercings

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As a (another) follow-up and to semi-tie two of my recent posts together, I give you this. (And, as a precursor to her writing that, her guest-post on another blog.)I would apologize for the many links I'm bouncing off of lately but...these people are making me think, which makes them my kind of people. And I want to share this with my friends and family and to glean, in no matter how small of

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I wrote this some time back but am still getting quite a few people coming to my blog simply because of that article and my response to it. I am also still finding many people who have wished to physically lambast Mr. Cohen for his ill-chosen topic and belief that we should do away with that which gives us any trouble at all. (No wonder so many just toss their kids off on the school system

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"Women who want to have sex and children with men as well as good work in interesting jobs where they may occasionally wield real social power need guidance, and they need it early. Step one is simply to begin talking about flourishing. In so doing, feminism will be returning to its early, judgmental roots. This may anger some, but it should sound the alarm before the next generation winds up in

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When I was checking into state regulations for marriage officiants and other marriage requirements in my state and Neal's, I happened upon the information that Illinois allows first-cousin marriage for those couples wherein one of them is sterile or after a certain age (generally an age after menopause where the woman would not be likely to have a child).I found this, which lists the states that

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Checking out things on the internet with the laptop on one knee while typing a document on your PC whose cordless keyboard is on your other knee while talking on your cell phone and listening to the news on television and then saving the typed document to your external hard drive and emailing it to the person on phone through the laptop that is connected to the internet.I need less stuff.

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Cohen's view on algebra really bothers me. It's advocating, first of all, willful ignorance in the face of any obstacle. Just because some don't "get" a particular lesson, let's just make it so you don't have to learn it anymore! Yeah, that's good practice.I love math. I've struggled with some concepts but...for someone with a brain that largely relates verbally, I adore mathematics. I like

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I had a song stuck in my head and started singing it..."I'm a little teapot, short and stout..."And then I started humming it...whereupon I realized that it sounded just like the Jeopardy! theme...Has anyone else noticed that the Jeopardy! theme is really "I'm a Little Teapot" or am I just insane?

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My last two jobs have vastly increased my level of cynicism toward the mass that we call humanity. I am now known (more than ever, more than likely) to give a doubtful benefit of doubt to one or two people I speak with on a daily basis but I hardly believe the person who tells me that our 800-number for them to see when their checks are to be mailed reported that the check was mailed yesterday

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First of all, does anyone else find the new Pizza Hut pizza jingle "One of these days these bites are gonna pop right into you" a little disturbing?Second of all, does anyone else find the new Jessica Simpson ad, where she's dancing around in a skimpy outfit and coming on to a 14-year-old boy by making sultry eyes at him and then popping food into his mouth while she practically spills out of her

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I take a shower every morning, which is not something that you need to know to live your life fully, I do realize. The reason I mention it is this: I do a little bit of my best thinking in the shower and ponder life's meaning in there, a great feat in the morning for such a nocturnal lemur.This morning's debate was the following:You know how people say, "I lied because I didn't want to hurt her

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After a long day at work, I headed out for what should have been 9.5 to 10.0 hour drive into the Frigid Northlands. I was told by all supposedly competent weather services that the heavy snows were where I was hoping to end up and that only flurries were elsewhere, supposedly ending before I would reach them.How silly I am to believe anyone who tells me weather-related news! The only way to be

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One of my favorite bloggers is doing the three-day, 60-mile walk for breast cancer awareness. She is attempting to raise money for this event, of course, and has come up with quite the ingenious way to do so.She has created two shirts, one for men to wear and one for women, that made me give two deep chuckles, one for each shirt.I don't wear pink but if I had the extra cash, I'd have one.

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I'm a blog cascader: I pick a blog I know and love and follow a link from there to another to another to another until I find one worth sitting down and delving into in-depth.Which is how I happened upon this interesting post.I look back at my time watching movies in theaters and could probably relate to you each one separately. See, for me? Going to a theater to see a movie is a huge treat.

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A friend recently sent me an email about covenant marriages, something I wrote about a long time ago when some states began debating offering this as a legal contract within marriages. My friend said that even within states that do not offer this, churches are offering this a method of vowing that you are going to work on your marriage no matter what and make it work out.Neal and I discussed

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I went to a bridal expo thingy today, dressed, as always, as the anti-bride (hey, gotta give some reality to these purveyors of bridal relics. Er, I mean, goods. Yeah. They're not as bad as pardoners, eh?), wearing Neal's oversized (on me) "golden-gophery" sweatshirt and my baggy khakis, hair pulled back in a who-cares? braid. I asked a lot of questions about thing that possibly interested me,

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1138409992584666392006-01-27T18:40:00.000-06:002006-01-27T21:14:18.350-06:00

Neal and I have been reading a few books recommended by his minister together. One had an interesting insight into something I thought about quite some time ago. It's odd how the same things come up in different settings and hold such meaning over and over.Here is what I discovered in our book:"That kind of love is emotional in nature but not obsessional. It is a love that unites reason and

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1138251704494412532006-01-25T22:50:00.001-06:002011-07-02T17:54:19.427-05:00

If I hear, one more time, "It's got to get better; it can't get worse," right before something ELSE goes wrong, I'm going to write up the list of everything that has progressively gotten worse, day by day, in the past month and hand it over. In fact, I may just keep said list in my pocket in case someone decides to be so inconsiderate as to even dare hope that things can't get worse.Because,

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1106621592564081492006-01-24T20:26:00.002-06:002011-07-02T18:01:46.083-05:00

I have this oddity about me that always wonders about people's handwriting. I know, it is weird to think about it in this age of electronic emails and word processed letters printed out on fancy stationery; however, the strange desire to know is always there.I'm a big one to see how people write the things they do. Some of my friends have pretty nifty handwriting. D, for one, has some of the most

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Someone really needs to lighten up the mood around here. Really.The weather here is driving me insane, rising to above sixty one day and then dropping to thirty-one the next day, moving from heavy rains to light snows to huge gusts of wind that threaten to knock you over and blow your house down. I have plastic in my windows in the belief that it would get cold and stay that way and in the

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A little over a year ago, now, my supervisor came to me with a letter in her hand. "You have the nicest way of being mean I've ever seen," she commented, holding the letter out to me. It was one that I'd written to a customer, telling them off in a professional manner and laying everything out for them to comply with...or else. *said with a very sweet smile and in the most courteous way*I had

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1137645852196410262006-01-18T22:06:00.000-06:002006-01-19T18:59:59.973-06:00

And you probably won't be but still. It's just a simple wedding rant (and, if you don't read it all, skip down to the bottom and help a poor, head-achy girl out, eh?):I'm a no fanfare kinda chick. I like things simple. I don't like people making a fuss over me or and I don't like making a fuss over other people. I don't giggle, clap my hands, and jump up and down in excitement when people

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1137476609286778772006-01-16T22:58:00.000-06:002006-01-19T15:33:14.766-06:00

The good news: I have three very tiny cavities in my lower left teeth. Very small, almost miniscule but will cost a little over $200 to fix, of which I will have to pay 20%. (If this is the good news, you're asking, what's the bad? Read on!)The bad news: I have a cracked tooth in the upper right. This will require special attention, namely a root canal. The dentist I went to won't do root

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1137256126130592802006-01-14T08:42:00.001-06:002011-07-02T17:53:55.931-05:00

Pre-post disclaimer (I'm feeling the need for these more and more lately.): I realize the below generalizes. Read "Women" as "Some women" and "Men" as "Some men" and I don't think you'll have a problem realizing that not ALL women are as below and not ALL men are as below. And I hope this disclaimer helps everyone realize that I know this as well. Thank you for your cooperation.Now for the

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1137123936964986852006-01-12T21:12:00.000-06:002006-01-16T15:49:45.653-06:00

It occured to me tonight while driving back from meeting up with my cat's vet to give her my babe's insulin and food (which I was told this morning when I dropped her off that I wouldn't need to bring *sighs*) that relationships are much like learning to drive a car.When I learned to drive, I was so afraid that I wouldn't learn to automatically respond in certain situations or that I wouldn't

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1105144914080460142006-01-07T17:26:00.001-06:002011-07-02T17:53:12.898-05:00

It's not that I'm necessarily a weird person, I don't think. I just have odd tastes in things and people feel the need to comment on them...and then continue to encourage me by buying me the things I talk about enjoying.For months and months, I searched for a cigar box purse. I had seen one online and decided that it was definitely for me if only I could find one fairly cheap. That's the

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1136524340104009532006-01-05T21:51:00.000-06:002006-01-10T18:09:30.416-06:00

I am consistently amazed at people's abilities to simply assume things to be just because they'd like them to be that way. For example, a person's ability to delude themselves into thinking that just because they've known someone a long time they know the person very well. I'm unsure why they think time equals knowledge of someone. Be assured, all, that this is definitely not so.Neal and I,

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1090603064418046132005-12-31T13:31:00.001-06:002011-07-02T18:02:06.016-05:00

Flurries of moths in front of my headlights like mid-winter flakes.

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1098765054210689172005-12-25T22:30:00.001-06:002011-07-02T17:59:53.049-05:00

I happened upon this last night while talking to a friend. I've been playing with it in regard to my own writing and have discovered something interesting.I have not been using my blog posts as fodder but rather have been using pieces I've written separate from the blog. I put in a piece I wrote about my father and it determined the author was a female. I put in a piece I wrote about American

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1135147529127014112005-12-21T00:33:00.000-06:002005-12-22T01:32:17.173-06:00

Either porn emails are becoming more philosophical or I just haven't read enough porn emails to know the difference. I happened upon one from someone who gave their name as "Abby." As I was on the phone with Neal, I told him to have his friends stop sending me this nasty stuff. Since the subject was so terribly bad, I had to open the actual email (no images, all text, of course) to find out

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1135057005384702982005-12-19T23:58:00.000-06:002005-12-21T12:21:21.050-06:00

Okay, I'll be the first to admit it: I don't understand women. I don't get them at all. Yes, I am a woman, quite obviously to those who know me, but that does not mean that I understand them at all. Because I don't.I don't understand women who befriend a guy just because they believe in the "friends until he falls in love with me" idea. Lady, get over it. He will probably never fall for you

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1134963419345345452005-12-18T21:21:00.000-06:002005-12-18T21:36:59.363-06:00

I'm unsure how to go about bringing this up because I really don't like hurting people's feelings. But, of course, the regular commenters, etc., are excluded from this because they already know how I feel about their blogs and what/how they write.I have a problem with what I call reciprical linking, that is linking to someone just because they linked to you. I actually read many blogs on a

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1134836999815897882005-12-17T10:13:00.000-06:002005-12-20T11:33:47.456-06:00

I noticed recently that my cat has been having issues with certain aspects of her life and, after something that happened on Thursday night, I knew that something would need to be done. I set up an appointment with her doctor for this morning.Apparently, my cat has decided to join her human family by having diabetes. Yes, everyone, I have a diabetic cat. She is fairly old so my options are

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1134715138083722932005-12-16T00:27:00.000-06:002005-12-19T12:59:57.900-06:00

So I give you a bit of Abba to tide you over until...whenever. And I also direct you here.Reminder, guys: Keep tabs on your debit card information as well as your credit cards. I think we can always lure ourselves into false security with these things with the "It will never happen to me or anyone I know" mentality but this is incorrect. And, as is probably the case here, it doesn't

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1134696865216062982005-12-15T19:33:00.000-06:002005-12-19T12:42:29.916-06:00

I live in the ambiguous area of the country where the place I call home falls between dialects and accents. I'm told by those in the northern-most areas I have a rural accent and by those in the rural areas that I have a "city" accent, by which I think they simply mean I talk too fast. (And I generally do. If you can understand me, that means I'm making a conscious effort to slow down, which

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1134517642077604212005-12-13T17:44:00.000-06:002005-12-15T09:49:38.166-06:00

He flies anyway and, now, we know why he follows you after you swat at him. He recognizes your mean self.

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1134105272045846302005-12-08T22:34:00.000-06:002005-12-14T11:44:51.266-06:00

Yet again, of course.I wish I had saved it and/or forwarded it to myself because the more I think about the article I read the other day at work, the more ticked I become at the blatant irresponsibility of parents these days.Where I work they send us "News Clips" that are culled from local and national papers and that pertain to my state and/or department. When I have five minutes at the end of

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1133841619013244652005-12-05T21:49:00.000-06:002005-12-09T13:56:05.260-06:00

I've finally convinced Neal to read Brave New World and I am re-reading it with him so we can discuss. I remember reading this book for the first time, putting it down every so often to digest, taking small bite sizes to masticate into more manageable pieces. I still am doing this, putting it down, debating in my head, picking it back up, reading more, putting it down.And the saddest part of

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1102059544893380822005-12-03T01:42:00.001-06:002011-07-02T17:59:23.725-05:00

I always hate the fact that I don't sleep much. My nightly up-to-four hours of sleep are just peachy, although they have been shortened lots this week. (I believe my body is making up for its being sick last week and forcing itself to sleep up to six hours a few nights in a row by cutting my sleeping hours even more this week.)But the thing that I hate most about it is this: I am up, ready to

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1132615597572053932005-11-21T17:14:00.000-06:002005-11-30T10:57:52.213-06:00

Sometimes I think I should go into some sort of advice business. I often find myself asked questions about what I would do if, or what I think about, or how does this make me feel and how do I handle it?Just today, I again found myself giving relationship advice to an older woman. This happens more often that you'd think, strangely enough, and I'm unclear as to why. I'm not a relationship guru

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1132544672276276192005-11-20T21:30:00.000-06:002005-11-20T21:44:32.290-06:00

*winks* No. I won't really say it like that and I promised myself this blog wouldn't become a "wedding" or "engaged girl" blog, and I will hold to that to all of you, too.However, I just had the coolest thing ever happen to me and I'm so very excited that I want to share.As we all know, due to the fabulous fairy tale written by "anonymous," our heroine is going to be married.What no one knew was

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1132362617579109432005-11-18T18:57:00.002-06:002011-07-02T17:58:46.328-05:00

Okay, I'll admit it. I have a hard time accepting compliments. I always wish a Beowulfian assurance, nothing akin to the conceitedness I was often privy to in college from other students of caliber. It's not that I don't think I can do things well or have original thoughts. Of course I do! I just...don't feel I deserve praise for that which comes naturally to me.Of course, that ends up

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1132191775098765402005-11-16T19:26:00.000-06:002005-11-20T20:00:33.286-06:00

I have no words. Of course, if I did, they would be written out in normal English-y type letters. I'm not a fan of netspeak, personally, but...I normally let people do what they will.This, however, breaks my heart. Just to tiny little pieces. Little, little pieces that cannot be re-pieced together. I may be dying inside. *sniffs*

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1132028445424206152005-11-14T22:15:00.000-06:002006-04-03T19:04:13.886-05:00

For those of you who know me well enough, you'll find this odd but I've discovered a spider that I actually find quite pretty. And, if spiders around here looked like this (last pic in the bunch. Post rated PG-13 for one use of strong language. *chuckles*) instead of brown or black and strangely large and hairy with pinwheel legs, I might actually think they weren't so scary.Unfortunately, here?

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1131498469920759582005-11-08T19:05:00.000-06:002005-11-08T22:53:23.090-06:00

Dang. Due to the increasing number of people who have taken it upon themselves to do the following, I feel obliged to post this as well. (Argh. I hate being a stickler for things like this but I'm not going to call someone's boyfriend "schmoopy" when that's their pet name for him or their girlfriend "sweetie-pie-sugar-cakes" when that's a special nickname either.)For my friends (AKA A ROYAL

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1131405346629467812005-11-07T17:02:00.000-06:002005-11-07T17:15:46.686-06:00

As I've already mentioned to my parents and the like: The upcoming nuptials, as everyone seems content to call them, will be a very small affair. The decisions of what will take place during the ceremony, who will be involved, and what traditions we maintain, adapt, or refuse are ours alone.Now, I will be more than happy to share with people some of the details of what we've chosen and what

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1131388065161708452005-11-07T12:24:00.000-06:002005-11-12T15:09:29.510-06:00

Settle in. Snuggle up. Let me tell you a story, if you will. In a land far, far away (more commonly known today as "The Vastness of Internet Space") at a time long, long ago (approximately two years by common Earth measurement), a Queen was checking her daily newsprints (today, also called "blogs") when she became quite bored. (This was before the days of her own regular blogging and that

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1130347167326981142005-10-26T12:09:00.000-05:002005-10-26T12:19:27.336-05:00

I've been thinking a lot about my choice in radio stations while here in my home town (for now). I began wondering about it a few months ago when they changed their slogan to "The most testosterone on the radio today."That gave me pause for thought. My favorite radio station is very male-centric. So be it.*jess shrugs and goes about her errands* It's not like I'm a typical woman anyway, right

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1130304956334945122005-10-26T00:15:00.000-05:002005-10-26T00:35:56.356-05:00

Names are getting a lot of discussion lately, especially among Neal’s grouping of blogging/commenting friends.What’s in a name? Well, let’s assume your parents had a reason for naming you what you were named, no matter what you feel about that name. In high school, we had to write the story of how we were named and what our name meant, relating its meaning to our lives. That was probably one of

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1130115005103195782005-10-23T19:57:00.000-05:002005-10-23T20:08:33.426-05:00

No creo que el mar algún díaPierda el sabor a salNo creo en mi todavíaNo creo en el azarI just took another of those online personality tests, something I do just for fun when I'm a bit bored and procrastinating on doing my home-job. This latest one is a fairly new one that's been in development for some time and, since I'm not really in the mood to hype someone else's site, I'm not going to link

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1129589472483387282005-10-17T21:08:00.000-05:002005-10-17T21:08:49.990-05:00

I feel the need to clarify for everyone:When I make a decision, I don't do it lightly. I don't do it to "show someone" that I can be "different". I don't do it to be "cool". I do it because I have sound reasons. When asked, I can give them to you forthwith. (Ask Neal. He was saying last night that he agrees with that statement. Apparently I am too logical when I argue and I'm hard to counter. Huh

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1129167024360279112005-10-12T20:29:00.000-05:002005-10-23T20:19:30.436-05:00

Now I don't need you to buy me pretty things(you don't pay for me),Pay for my tattoos or buy me diamond rings(we don't want those things)Let's talk for a minute about expectations. Not mine or yours, necessarily, but those of other people. How much of what is expected in relationships is based on what society tells us we want? Perhaps what we regularly see through advertising and television,

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1128194335137171902005-10-01T14:13:00.000-05:002005-10-01T14:20:15.653-05:00

Small things in life delight me, which happens to be a good thing since I seem to have some sort of bad luck/jinx type of spell around me. Yesterday, while dropping off my car at the mechanic's shop to get my tranny leak fixed, the mechanic's wife/receptionist said to me, "We'll have her ready by noon and call you as soon as the work's done."I just grinned and the wife looked at me oddly, as I

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1127949718709870862005-09-28T18:21:00.000-05:002005-09-28T18:21:58.716-05:00

On Neal's blog is a semi-discussion on pink. Not really a discussion so much as a few people issuing their dislike and others defending this almost-color of yuck. (In case you can't figure out my view on the color, I don't like it.)However, I don't think the color does what this article says it does. Seriously? C'mon. There is such a thing as taking something too far and, well, this is it.

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1127437518350033982005-09-22T19:47:00.000-05:002005-09-22T22:38:04.043-05:00

I've been looking so long at these pictures of youthat I almost believe that they're real.I've been living so long with my pictures of youthat I almost believe that the picturesare all I can feel. I was commenting to Neal the other day how odd I find it when people have tons of pictures of themselves with others. Who is taking all of these pictures of people? And giving the picutres to them? I'm

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1127277750587128202005-09-20T23:35:00.000-05:002005-09-20T23:42:30.593-05:00

Conversation with my friend about something that I'm down about:"Maybe [description of something that could have happened to what I'm waiting for and how it still can be good news]. That could be what happened," she said."Yeah. Maybe. I suppose that could happen. But I doubt it," I replied."Yeah, I am always optimistic when it comes to other people and things that happen to me but I'm never

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1126825122987866872005-09-15T22:24:00.000-05:002005-09-15T22:23:42.596-05:00

Under my skin I’m ready to runUnder my skin there's nowhere to hideUnder my skin the world is a strangerAnd I’ve already died After being forced through a mandatory sexual harassment training today, I began thinking a lot about perception and what it means, not only in the workplace, but in my personal life, too. (Although I was told that the workers who are not contractual do not have "personal

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1126319218657322922005-09-09T21:25:00.000-05:002005-09-09T21:31:21.793-05:00

And I'm Jessica.And I'm Jessi.And I'm Jess.I am a person of dichotomy. I revel in solitude and enjoy my time with others immensely. I love to talk with anyone I meet yet I can be shy at odd times for no particular reason. I am expressively outgoing but feel emotionally introverted. I feel so very comfortable in crowds yet can feel so very alone at times too.Nothing is ever simple with me. I am

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1126148875775239672005-09-07T21:37:00.000-05:002005-09-08T12:18:22.396-05:00

And when I see you,I really see you upside down. When looking at someone, a friend or family member, a person with whom you work, anyone you have known for some time, do you think you know them? That you have "pegged" who they are? That you have any idea of who they really just by what they are presenting to you?I have a coworker that I get along with, to an extent. We've hung out after work a

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1125459826798748132005-08-30T22:43:00.000-05:002005-08-30T22:47:42.890-05:00

(First of all, hooizz, consider this the reply to your comment. And not only have you received the Seal of Approval due to my commenting on your blog, haven't you noticed you are one of the few blogs I have linked on my own blog?)Hooizz has once again brought some points to mind when talking about bloggers, this time in the comment to this post of mine from the other day.In some ways, those who

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1125374776048527742005-08-29T23:05:00.000-05:002005-08-29T23:06:16.056-05:00

AKA How old ruminations can remain and renewI find myself debating some things this year more than other years, as they are plaguing me greatly in 2005: How a place that last year held hope and possible rejection last year can this year hold peace and contentment. How things can go from bad to worse in one area of life just as they are getting better in other areas. How I can sometimes

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1120324743505032502005-08-28T20:40:00.000-05:002005-08-28T20:50:51.590-05:00

Hooizz has previously mentioned it but, as a person who has recently met another "blog person" that she never thought she'd actually meet, I've really been debating some of these exact things myself.Back history: My senior year of college, I decided to withdraw a bit from "humanity" for many reasons that don't need to be gone into right now. Unfortunately, and if you can't tell from this blog,

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1125171047893449002005-08-27T14:29:00.000-05:002005-08-27T14:30:51.210-05:00

It's always been quite odd to me how much music affects my life. I can change moods quickly from one song to the next just by choice of what I'm wanting to feel and do. I can make myself energized or I can pull myself down into relaxation. I read to music, clean to it, shower and bathe to it, watch TV with it on (yes, I do. With the help of closed captioning), roam the internet, drive my car,

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1125107041583294432005-08-26T20:52:00.000-05:002005-08-26T20:54:02.293-05:00

There's an amazingly subtle shift from friendship to romance that is hard to catch. You already feel so very comfortable with this person, your best friend. You already know so much about each other that it is hard to imagine knowing more. You already tell each other so much about your day, what happened, who you saw, what you were thinking throughout.You're already amazed at the level of trust

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1125033938707425472005-08-26T00:22:00.000-05:002005-08-26T00:25:38.713-05:00

The days are filled with activity, excitement of a pessimistic kind, answering phone calls and attempting to explain things to people who have never learned to listen and who were never taught the basic cordiality of doing business with others.But nights like these, the quite, cool, first cicada- and then cricket-filled nights of summer that rise up in a surprise rush of deliciously tasting air

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1125015718415191442005-08-25T19:02:00.000-05:002005-08-25T19:21:58.416-05:00

...hahahahahahahaha*pauses to take a breath*I don't feel so bad anymore.

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1124923365903451582005-08-24T17:41:00.000-05:002005-08-24T17:42:45.960-05:00

Am I living the right life? Am I where I need to be?And, back last fall, when my heart fell off the face of the earth and no one was around to hear it splat, did I react okay with no one to help hold the pieces together? Should I have pushed my failures into people's faces and demanded to be heard? To be helped?And why is it that the things in the past have the ability to continue hurting us

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1123713389419122642005-08-11T22:14:00.000-05:002005-08-11T22:19:40.066-05:00

Dick and Jane are sitting on the couch, watching television together. Jane reaches over and whacks Dick on the arm."If you ever do that," she says, flicking her wrist in the general direction of the TV, "you don't even want to know what's going to happen to you.""Wha...?" Dick stutters a bit, confused by what just happened. "That guy is on TV. Why would you think I would do that?""You're a guy

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1123215107646859032005-08-04T23:11:00.000-05:002005-08-04T23:15:14.030-05:00

As I tend to blog for myself and my own "piece" of mind, I don't wait breathlessly for comments and am not that upset when I don't get them (as is partially evident by my previous decision to eliminate comments for quite some time). I do appreciate my regular commentors and enjoy their words, questions, insight, and support. I've enjoyed hearing from people I've never met and knowing that there

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1123193294625358832005-08-04T17:01:00.000-05:002005-08-04T17:08:14.633-05:00

When one of your superiors at work says to you:"If I made what you do and had as many years to go until retirement [as if my company allows me a retirement plan. Shah. Luxury.] and had to deal with what you deal with on a daily basis, I'd go home and shoot myself."is that a good thing?That statement makes me feel quite good. At least he acknowledges that being yelled at, threatened, and

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1122936209907916202005-08-01T17:43:00.000-05:002005-08-01T17:45:44.436-05:00

Last week, one of the counselors at work was telling me that they received information on a seminar that is to teach them what it's like to be poor. Now, first of all, this woman was raised in a very low-income area and knows what it's like to be poor and wonder where your next meal is going to come from.She told me that she is very offended by this idea due to the fact that you can't take people

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1122703879037528052005-07-30T01:10:00.000-05:002005-07-30T01:11:19.036-05:00

Yes, you. Please stop yelling in the middle of the street at this time of night. "I wasn't even hooooooome! I wasn't even hoooooooome!" I, personally, do not care if you were hoooooooome at the time in question but I do wish you would go there now. Thank you.And have a nice night.In your own home.Maybe talking on the phone to the person who cares if you were home.Because I can guarantee that

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1122703142636691332005-07-30T00:58:00.000-05:002005-07-30T00:59:02.643-05:00

I've too much on my mind to think anymore.So.I love it when I have a moment to stop thinking about all that's going on in my own life and get to just talk, talk about someone else's life, talk about their joys, fears, and worries, talk about their job and friends and family, talk about whatever comes to mind without spending too terribly much time on the negatives I'm wrapped in lately.And, on

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1122680727076427732005-07-29T18:28:00.000-05:002005-07-29T18:45:27.083-05:00

How do you go from "I like your necklace" to "I'm trying to get custody of my former foster sister who lives with me"?With me, apparently, it's easy. I walked into Dairy Queen after having decided the long drive-thru line was not for me. The person I walked up to began to take my order and was interrupted by the other cashier. "Hey, I really like your necklace!" She then began telling me

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1121233522482431152005-07-13T00:38:00.000-05:002005-07-13T00:45:22.490-05:00

I think my biggest pet peeve in life is one person being inconsiderate to another.Rushing in front of someone else in a grocery line when you are buying a cart full and they are buying toothpaste.*Calling a business and telling the person on the phone that she is a complete imbecile because she can't find the time sheet you turned in for the first pay period in June...and then finally admitting

jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01612920541917691323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6122406.post-1121049950909560642005-07-10T21:43:00.000-05:002005-07-10T21:45:50.916-05:00

Is love blind? Or does it see all and not care? Or, perhaps, it sees all, accepts all as a part of the beloved, and loves anyway...?

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