Come Follow Me

I have a blog follower!!! I was absolutely ecstatic to realize that someone has started following my blog. Never in all my blogging days has someone subscribed to my blog. Don't worry, Tracie! I won't let you down. Oh, the pressure...

It's Like Someone Has Cut My Legs Off!

I can't log into Facebook. I feel like I've lost use of my legs. Or even my legs and arms. I realize how ridiculous it is to be so hooked on a Web site that I'm comparing it to quadriplegia, but that's how lost I feel. Sad. So sad.

This has been an odd, odd week. I've been in strangest of moods and nothing seems to suit me. I hate to complain, but we all have those days where we're just down in the dumps. However, mine seems to be lasting a few days. It will get better. Every passing minute is a chance to turn it all around. And that's a fact!

I think I'll take this opportunity to hit the sack a little earlier than originally planned. I still can't get on Facebook. The good news is, iPhone is allowing me to lurk on Facebook all I want. Thank you, Apple.

He Who Forgets Will Be Destined To Remember

Yeah, it's a line from a Pearl Jam song. I know it's kind of lame to rip off someone else's work, but the reality is - it's so damn true. The reason this particular song came to mind is that I'm listening to my iPod on my Bose iPod docking station. Yeah, I'm totally name-dropping (or actually brand-dropping in this case) but if you find yourself with an extra $300 laying around, I can't urge you enough to purchase one for your home. Anyway, I set the iPod to shuffle and it's been playing some of Jessica's Greatest Hits. Oddly enough, it's been playing a lot of Pearl Jam. It's strange, but perhaps I need Pearl Jam right now. I mean, you always NEED Pearl Jam, but maybe there's something more to it. I am going to think that there is more to it.

While my week has mediocre at best, two people very close to me have had outstanding weeks. It's honestly better than anything else in the world when two people who are dear to you are inching closer and closer to the things that they want and deserve. While their victories have been very, very different, I am equally thrilled for both of them. Good stuff!

In completely unrelated news, I have recently discovered that my dog sleeps about 18 hours a day. Just thought you might like to know.

Stupid Bowl Sunday

I think the Super Bowl is kind of stupid. I guess it's because I don't follow the NFL that closely. Unless the New Orleans Saints manage to get themselves into the Super Bowl, I will continue to call it the Stupid Bowl. And that's that.

I had a sort of busy weekend. It's the first weekend in some time that I didn't go out of town or have guests come to visit me. It was nice to catch up on some things that I've needed to do for a while now. I had a massage, went to yoga and took my mom to the movies. I also ran a few other errands and even managed to take a Saturday afternoon nap. It was weird. It was nice. It takes me back to the days when I lived in Lafayette and didn't have any plans in particular. I was the queen of weekend relaxation. And I didn't need a partner-in-crime. I was content to do nothing right by myself. I'm learning how to get there again.

Let's talk about yoga. It is not a joke. At all. I've been working out with my trainer for a while now and it's safe to say that yoga has made me more sore than some of the things my trainer makes me do. Don't tell him I said that though.

My mom and I ventured out to see Revolutionary Road today. I don't know if you've seen it or not, but if you haven't, you must. It's brilliant. Sam Mendes never disappoints. I've heard some people say they think it's sad, depressing or even boring. How crazy is that? It's an amazing film and I encourage you to see it. And if you haven't seen The Wrestler, that's great too.

In addition to the other nonsense I was up to this weekend, I also completed this Facebook bulletin. I'll post it here in case you're not on Facebook. Which is also crazy, but I'll address that later.

Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

1. I love my dog more than I love you. Sorry, it's the truth.
2. I love my shoes more than I love you. Sorry, it's the truth.
3. I HATE putting gas in my car. Such an inconvenience.
4. I have more fun in my head than some others have in their lifetime.
5. I miss Lafayette lots and lots. Houston's cool and all, but I miss my peeps something fierce.
6. Austin, Texas is the best city in the south. Hands down.
7. Music is entirely too important to me. In my opinion, everything we do needs a soundtrack.
8. I love people who can handle my sense of humor. It's a large part of who I am and those that don't get it make me sad.
9. I sometimes practice my Grammy Award acceptance speech in the mirror. It could happen...
10. I am intrigued by animal symbolism. Native Americans have some cool shit going on.
11. I love my Sicilian heritage. I'm a made woman. Don't mess around.
12. I have been known to be bossy. And pushy. And a know-it-all. It's probably true.
13. I don't drink bottled water anymore. I only drink filtered water from a polycarbonate-BPA-free bottle. I'm turning into a hippie everyday. I've even entertained the notion of purchasing shoes that were made from all recycled materials. I'm not there yet.
14. I don't eat the meat and I've never been happier. Vegetarianism is God's way. I'm convinced.
15. Should I ever win the lottery (which would be a miracle since I don't even play), I would like to travel the world with no particular agenda. Just go and stay wherever until I didn't want to anymore. Then I'd go somewhere else.
16. I would like to kill whoever invented the StairMaster. It's just a cruel, cruel piece of equipment.
17. I haven't listened to the actual radio in a lifetime. I have yet to discover a station that plays anything that doesn't suck. In other words, I have no clue about popular music and I like it that way.
18. College was a much simpler time for me and I miss it.
19. I am obsessed with Mission Burrito here in Houston. I love it so much, it's stupid.
20. I think making my bed is a waste of time, but I will generally do it anyway.
21. I think text messaging is brilliant.
22. Actual phone calls with the right people are even more brilliant.
23. I am going to complete my book of essays very, very soon. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
24. My family is really, really, REALLY important to me.
25. The Office = <3

April 22, 2009

Is Earth Day. Go check out this film. I know I will! Some of the images may look familiar if you've seen Planet Earth, but I'm excited nonetheless to see Earth, Disney-style.

There I Go...Getting Old and Forgetting...

Yep. I forgot the address to my blog and was too lazy to retrieve it. I've got it now and I've written it down. So, I think I'm truly out of excuses now. Let's catch up, shall we?

First off, the last time we talked I was prepping for my first guitar lesson with Dave. Long story short, Dave was too much rock-n-roll for me. Yep, there's someone who rocks harder than I do. He and I didn't exactly see eye-to-eye on lots of things and I had to cut it loose. So, my passion for becoming a rock star is shelved at the moment. I've got other things to focus on, so I'm okay with that. Maybe later...

I've been really tuned in to my health as of late. I went vegetarian and hired a personal trainer. I've never felt better. And I'm not just saying that. I've never been one who's known for their athletic prowess, so being able to hang with my trainer for an entire hour a few times a week is quite the accomplishment for me. I'm proud of myself and can really foresee living this way for the rest of my life. It's a good feeling. In fact, I'm going to attempt yoga this weekend. I've been to yoga once before a lifetime ago and was asked to leave because I couldn't stop laughing. I'm not proud of it. I've not always been the mature adult you see before you now. (Insert snickering here.) I'll let you know how that goes.

In other not-so-interesting news, I turned 30 last week. Yep, I'm officially accountable for all my stupid misbehavior. It sucks, to put it plainly. I really have to be prepared to own anything dumb that I might decide to do. No more youthful impatience. It's just impatience now. The good news is that 30 is the new 20. That's a big old bag of you-know-what. That's like saying Tuesday is the new Monday. (Oddly enough, I'm nearly convinced Thursday is the new Friday.) Just something to make us feel better about where we are or aren't in our lives. I don't buy it. Regardless of what I'm buying, I'm 30. There it is. So far, it isn't so bad. Luckily, I know people who are older than me who have lived to tell about it. They say it isn't so bad either.

I always talk about music, so why should now be any different? (Or at least I did on the old blog.) I'm not sure where to begin. I've always been such a rocker chick and as I get a little older, I'm learning that it doesn't have to be in your face to be great. In fact, everything I'm listening to now could not be further from in your face. And it's so damn good. It's a nice change to not have someone screaming at me from the speakers. Don't worry, I still listen to it entirely too loud. I am still me, after all. It's not good unless you're almost deaf. And that's the truth. In addition, I'm gaining a whole new appreciation for the cow bell.

Jessica's Blog: The Sequel

I'm back. Not so much better than ever, but without a doubt different. I started blogging about a year ago and stopped at the beginning of this year. Well, I need the outlet so here I am once again. For now, anyway.

The last time we talked, I was in quite a mess of my own making. And while things aren't perfect, they're certainly much, MUCH clearer. I'll give you the adbridged version of what's you've missed. And yes, I am completely aware of the fact that you've missed out because I've quit blogging. Give me a chance to redeem myself, would ya?

I have moved to a much, much, much larger city. In fact it's one largest cities in the United States. So, here I am with three gazillion of my closest friends. It's been great actually. I have a pretty sweet new gig which allows me to work fewer hours and make more money. Can't beat that. Not even with a stick, I say. And I'm paid to write. Yes.

I've been playing that guitar that sat in my former house and mocked me from its corner. I played in Lafayette with a great guy who was generous enough to teach me free of charge. Well, things here are a little different and I have my first lesson with Dave. Now, I've never met Dave. I don't know a whole lot about Dave. I like to think that Dave is some guitar God who's going to teach me everything he knows. Earlier, I was thinking of all the great Daves that wail on the axe. How great would it be if I showed up to my lesson tomorrow and when I walk into the practice room I'm greeted by Dave Grohl (the LOVE of my life). Or Dave Mustaine or even Dave Navarro. Oh, I almost forgot--Iron Maiden's Dave Murray. The "Dave" possibilities are really endless.

I suppose I will have to let you know how my first lesson with Dave is. And if Teacher Dave compares to the Daves listed above. I have a good feeling about it.