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

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