What do men have against Dirty Dancing?

So, Friday night the BF & I watched the AFI top 100 movies of all time. Quite an interesting list. I bet I haven't seen like 80% of them. I have some catching up to do. He'd seen probably as many as I hadn't. As we started the show I jokingly said something about Dirty Dancing being on the list. He responded, "If it's on here we'll watch it." Well, needless to say it wasn't so he made it through that one. But that brings me to my bigger question. Just what do men have against Dirty Dancing? I think it's that they are jealous of Johnny getting all the girls like they wish they could do. I just can't believe that it wasn't on the list somewhere...

I have since taken it upon myself to make my own top 100 list. Well, maybe not 100, but how about 10. The Top 10 Chick Flicks of all time. It will be a scientific study, my friends with research, polls and all that other stuff that would make it scientific. Some of the movies that are currently being considered are: Dirty Dancing, Sweet Home Alabama, Gone With The Wind, 13 Going On 30, Sound of Music, Babes In Toyland (the old one, not that one with Keanu Reeves... PULEEZE!), State Fair, anything with George Clooney or Brad Pitt, and the Legally Blonde series. Basically, any movie that your husband or boyfriend rolls his eyes at anytime you mention watching is in the running. Do not take this lightly. It could change the face of modern pop culture as we know it. Just think. Reese Witherspoon could be hosting "The JLR Top 10 Chick Flicks of All Time" on WE any day now... How proud my parents will be.

What is your favorite? Ask your friends. More importantly, ask your significant other what their least favorite movie of all time is. It'll probably end up being #1 on this list!!!

My $1.99 Purse

Inquiring minds want to know just what I fit into a purse that cost $1.99. Well, upon first look I thought it would surely hold all of my necessities, but, alas, it did not hold them very well. It was packed full and, well, let's just say I'm not carrying the $1.99 purse anymore. Maybe I'll send it to one of Wendy's girls. But it was a good thought at the time.

Do you ever wish more than anything that you were anyone or anywhere other than who you are and where you're at right now? Man am I having one of those weeks. I think I need a vacation. Don't know where I'll go, but it's safe to say it'll be far, far away. And I think maybe I'll just go alone. No parents, no boyfriend. Just me & God. Now wouldn't that be a treat. All my mommy friends are so jealous about right now ;-) Like I would ever go anywhere by myself! I won't even go out to eat alone much less take a vacation in an unknown place by myself. But it sounds good nonetheless! I'm going to Austin next month for a conference, but as I've made everyone here at the office aware, it will not be a vacation. I will be working, regardless of what they think! And then my parents are going on vacation sometime and I'll be kitty sitting Madison. While I'm excited about that, I'd much rather be going on vacation!!!

This and That

Well, it's been a few days since I last posted so I thought I'd give you a quick rundown of what's been going on in my life because I know my one reader really cares ;-)

Friday- My awesome BF took me to see my awesome BF George Clooney in Ocean's Thirteen. Although, I must admit that I do prefer my real BF much more than my fake one... Anywhoo... I loved the movie. And, I cannot believe that I'm going to say this, but I almost think that Brad Pitt was hotter than George in this one. Now, I know what you all are thinking. Girl, have you lost your mind! But, wow. There was not much of a difference, but I think I'm going to have to go with Brad in this one. Don't tell George...

Saturday- BF & I started to go to Silver Dollar City but the line was like 2 hours long to even get to the park so we turned around and went to the mall. I bought a purse for $1.99. Can't beat that. So now when I buy the one I really want from Target for $19.99 I'm not going to feel quite so guilty. We then went back to his place and watched The Last King of Scotland. It was so good. I love Forrest Whitaker. He is such a good actor. Oh, and we had chocolate. My favorite. BF knows if he ever wants to make me happy, just feed me chocolate. He's so good to me.

Sunday- Our church had our spring picnic. It was pretty fun. Nothing exciting happened. It was just a picnic. I did find out that I'm going to a wedding on Saturday. It will be mine & the BF's first wedding. Should be interesting...

Until next time!
jen

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My Daddy

I remember one time some friends and I were driving through Fort Worth and we passed this restaurant that I remember going to when I was a kid. It had this big ole cow out in front of it. I said, "Oh, I remember that place! I need to call daddy!" They all laughed at me because I called my father daddy. After a few minutes of ribbing I finally said, "Well, ya'll are just jealous 'cause you don't have a daddy." They all got quite and agreed.

See, in my educated opinion there is a great difference in a father and a daddy. It's hard to put into words, but it has everything to do with the way they interact with you. I remember this one time when I was in the first grade... I was terrified of the thought of buying my lunch in the lunchroom. Well, this particular morning I left my lunch box at home and my daddy turned the car around and drove all the way from Bowie back to Sunset (about 11 miles or so) to get my lunch box. I was late for school that day, but at least I didn't have to buy my lunch! I'm sure daddy doesn't even remember that, but it comes to mind every time I think about how much he means to me.

And when I think about all the sacrifices daddy has made over the years to give me and my brat brother (i heart him, btw...) a better life than what he had it makes me sad in a way to think back about the brat I've been in the past. My daddy would work his fingers to the bone to give me and Brandon anything we wanted. And you know what? I never had designer clothes, but I think I turned out just fine. And I never knew how much it took to make a house run. Wow. And to think that he did it while pastoring a small church. Man. As far as I'm concerned my daddy is the strongest, most wonderful man in the world. And I think anyone who knows him would whole heartedly agree with me.

jen

Knocked Up

No, not me! Are you kidding me? The movie. The BF and I went to see it last night. I read all these reviews talking about how hilarious it is and was so excited to just laugh my hiney off. But I guess my sense of humor is not what it should be. Don't get me wrong. There were some very funny parts to the movie, just not as funny as I thought it was going to be. BTW- don't take the kids to see this one! Not only does it have some ugly language, but they also show a baby's head crowning! Twice!Certainly made me not want to have a baby anytime soon!

So, I went and had my passport photo taken earlier. I fixed my hair, made sure my makeup was just right and you know what? I still came out looking like a big ole dork. I don't know if I can live with that pic for the next 10 years. The BF said that his looks like a mug shot, so I guess I should be happy that mine at least looks like me. I asked Gina the other day if they would still let me in and out of Thailand if my hair was a completely different color than it was in the picture. I'm pretty sure it will be, so we'll see.

For those of you who are waiting with baited breath to find out about how my weight loss is going (HA) lemme just tell you. It ain't. I've hit a plateau. The BF assures me that if I'll just clean out my cabinets and start eating more healthy it'll work. So, I'm giving in. I'm even going to take him grocery shopping with me. This will be the true test of our relationship I'm sure. If we can make it through WM without killing each other then we're on to something. Furthermore, I told him that Wendy is just going to love him because she is forever riding me for my food choices. Okay Wendy. You win. I'm coming to the dark... err... I mean, the healthy side!!!

jen

Twice in one week!

wow. If anyone is actually reading this they may fall off their chair! Two posts in one week. Amazing, huh?

So, those of you who know me and love me have heard all about my toe problem. See, when I was with my parents in San Antonio over Thanksgiving last year something happened and I swear I have no idea what. Just all of a sudden I couldn't wear shoes because my toe hurt so bad. The Sunday I got back I thought I was going to cry all during worship service because it hurt so bad. Maybe had I cried everyone would have thought I was all holy and everything. But I digress. So, here's a picture of it from Christmas time...




Anyway, back to my toe. So I went to the doctor and she told me that either she could stick a needle down the middle of my toe nail or I could stick a needle up under my toenail myself and relieve some of the pressure because it was bruised really bad. Well, never one for actually loving pain, I decided that I would perform the procedure on my own so I could stop when the pain became unbearable. I figured my friend Gina would volunteer to help me, but it grossed her out when I even talked about it so she wimped out. But did it stop me from talking about it every night? Nope!

So, here I am, six months later and it is still all jacked up. There is this ridge across the middle of the nail and it's all icky looking underneath it still. It doesn't hurt anymore, but I can't do my cute french manicure look on my toes this summer. Here is it now. Where the red nail polish line is where the ridge is. Anyone know exactly what is wrong it with now???? Gina thinks I should get a second opinion.

But I guess that's okay. At least I still have a toenail. Everyone had me all freaked out that it was going to fall off and I was going to be stuck wearing toe filled shoes all summer. Blah! But I press on. I keep it nicely painted and wear my flip flops with confidence. Until someone steps on my toe. Or steps on the back of my flip flop and makes me hit my toe on the back of my other shoe. Jeff. :-)

jen