Just another day...

So, yesterday was Memorial Day. Before I go on, let me say that I agree with the great philosopher Kidd Kraddick who thinks that Memorial Day is overlooked by everyone these days. It's just another day for sales and grilling. I can say, however, that I did think of everyone who has given their lives so I can shop to my hearts content and eat hamburgers anytime I want. Having said that...

Jeff and I spent the day doing nothing and let me tell you how much I enjoyed that. We watched the two Bourne movies with Matt Damon and ate Taco Bell and chocolate. So it was a great day for me! I dog sat on Sunday while he was in Wichita for a family reunion. Duke and I got along really well :-) Luigi, Gina's dog was a bit jealous today at lunch because I think he could tell that I had cheated on him.

So, on Saturday we went to see the new Pirates of the Carribean movie. I would like to give you a review, but really I'm not quite sure what happened. I watched the whole thing and paid attention but I have no idea what to even say about it except for I never like Johnny Depp until I see him in a movie. He's just so weird in real life (or as real as we can see on E! and Entertainment Tonight) but he is sucha good actor. Oh, and Orlando Bloom is hawt. Gina says she could put him in her back pocket. I don't really care. He's hawt.

Gina and I were talking today about Victoria Secret and I decided that when I do finally get married that I don't want a lingere shower, but rather I want a shoe shower! I'm not going to wear any of the lingere you buy me anyway, and you could buy me a great pair of shoes for the same price! All anyone will need to know is that I wear a size 9 and like heels, flats, wedges, slides, just about anything in the shoe family. Except for those ugly Crocks. Ugh. Whoever was the first person to wear those somewhere other than their garden (that they were created for, thank you very much) should be forced to write a letter of apology to everyone who now wears them telling them that they regret forcing them into making a horrible fashion choice. So, other than Crocks, let the shoe shopping begin!!!

Even longer time....

Wow. I'm not good at this blogging thing. In the beginning I was going to be just like my hero Ree the Pioneer Woman and be so clever and make you want to come back for more tomorrow. But, as luck would have it, my life just is not that exciting. Some might even call it boring. I just call it my life!



As you can see, I decided to go back to my natural hair color. I guess that's something exciting in my life. Hmm... Oh, and I do still have a boyfriend. Yep. We've made it to the six month mark. That's a record for me. And have I told you that we're going to Thailand? It kinda freaks me out to think about going around the world, but it should be fun. Number one on my list of things to do: apply for my passport. I've heard it's taking a while to get them now a days, so I better get on it.

Something else I'm a bit worried about it how in the world am I going to pack two weeks worth of clothes in one suitcase? Anyone who knows me knows that I could take a whole suitcase just for my shoes. Jeff says I'll only need my tennis shoes and maybe one or two more pair. I think he's crazy. And furthermore, he thinks we're going to wash clothes while we're there. That's just confirms my first thought. This boy is absolutley crazy in the head. Mind you, my sweet bf's idea of dressing up is tucking in his shirt, so I guess I can't blame him for having grand ideas of traveling light. He's already informed me that my cell phone won't work over there (duh- like I'm going to pay those roaming charges!) and that I cannot take my laptop. What am I going to do for two weeks without the internet? Do you know what I am going to miss in two weeks?

Another of my concerns is the 23 hours I will be on a plane. Now, I like flying. I don't have fears of it, but I have never left my seat while in mid air. And my friends say I have a bladder of steel but I highly doubt I'll be able to make it from Chicago to Bangkok without peeing. My greatest fear is I'll be in the bathroom and the pilot will turn on the fasten seatbelt sign and I'll not know it and just as I'm coming out of the bathroom we'll hit some big air pocket and I'll go flying through the cabin and Jeff will pretend like he doesn't know me. I guess I need to pray about that one...

Later!
jen