.......I think I'm getting used to this no computer at home thing. It makes things a bit difficult...but eh. I'm surviving. Which I didn't think I had a chance of doing.
......I think I miss Facebook more than I miss blogging. I just ran out of time to blog and read blogs, and I had been feeling guilty if I actually blogged and didn't take the time to go read others. But only one could get done, and since my sisters depended on me for entertainment, I leaned toward writing. But Facebook....I miss silly short messages from friends, laughing over silly status updates, looking at new photos.
......I must leave the library now and head home, where I'll sit in bed and eat ice cream, wishing I had a phone with internet. And just when I was happy NOT conforming......
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
We're Getting Closer
Yes indeedy. My girlfriend and hubby have hit ground here at home. I'm just waiting for the right time to bombard him with my poor, sickly computer.
Tick tock....tick tock....
The library and I have become good friends, though. Except for the whole "checking out free books" part. Yeah, I keep buying them. Oh well.
Just read Water for Elephants upon recommendation by friends. Loved it. How about you? Have you read it? Let's chat.
Tick tock....tick tock....
The library and I have become good friends, though. Except for the whole "checking out free books" part. Yeah, I keep buying them. Oh well.
Just read Water for Elephants upon recommendation by friends. Loved it. How about you? Have you read it? Let's chat.
Monday, April 11, 2011
It's a Party
Please, come in....come in. Welcome. Have a seat...there's one over there. Oh, and over here. Feel free to grab a drink. And cookies! I made cookies. Wait, no, my dad made cookies, but still...help yourselves. The party has started so enjoy!
Hello. My name is Jessica and I am addicted to celebrating. I have tried facing my demons by pretending that things are "small" and thus don't require my attention. I pretend others don't want or deserve the special food and drink. I tell myself that it doesn't need to happen THIS time.
But it does. It always needs to happen. Celebrating that is.
Why?
Because. There is no other reason than because.
Someone told me that people are sometimes "weird" about post-graduate degree celebrations. I never would have 'thunk' it, I said. Why? I said. That makes no sense that when you achieve the highest you have, others shy away from acknowledging it.
I didn't spend too much time trying to figure it out either. I simply said, "That's unfortunate for them. We're still having our party." And we are. My sister is graduating from law school next month and my cousin is getting her Masters in Education Administration. So we're celebrating. And why not?
Every day should be an excuse to find joy, and positive moments, and celebratory highs. From the mundane to the exuberant. From baby spittles to post-graduate degrees.
Everyone is entitled to their opinions about what constitutes honor and recognition. Far be it from me to impose my own. But to catch wind of a celebration and then cast a shadow on it saddens me. The old adage stands true each day that you encounter those who do not adhere to it.
"If you don't have anything nice to say......don't say anything at all."
If a celebration isn't your cup of tea, by all means you are allowed to stay at home. But as for me and mine? Congrats are in order for so many things. It makes my days happy, and it makes me happy for others. I am honored to help my parents and my sister get her announcements in order and in the mail, and the parties put together and organized. I'm honored to congratulate my cousin on her accomplishments and carving out a path that she will enjoy for many years.
Most of all, I'm honored to watch them see the fruits of their labor come to an end, new chapters begin, and to share FOOD and DRINK with them in a great big toast of congrats. CONGRATS.
Hello. My name is Jessica and I am addicted to celebrating. I have tried facing my demons by pretending that things are "small" and thus don't require my attention. I pretend others don't want or deserve the special food and drink. I tell myself that it doesn't need to happen THIS time.
But it does. It always needs to happen. Celebrating that is.
Why?
Because. There is no other reason than because.
Someone told me that people are sometimes "weird" about post-graduate degree celebrations. I never would have 'thunk' it, I said. Why? I said. That makes no sense that when you achieve the highest you have, others shy away from acknowledging it.
I didn't spend too much time trying to figure it out either. I simply said, "That's unfortunate for them. We're still having our party." And we are. My sister is graduating from law school next month and my cousin is getting her Masters in Education Administration. So we're celebrating. And why not?
Every day should be an excuse to find joy, and positive moments, and celebratory highs. From the mundane to the exuberant. From baby spittles to post-graduate degrees.
Everyone is entitled to their opinions about what constitutes honor and recognition. Far be it from me to impose my own. But to catch wind of a celebration and then cast a shadow on it saddens me. The old adage stands true each day that you encounter those who do not adhere to it.
"If you don't have anything nice to say......don't say anything at all."
If a celebration isn't your cup of tea, by all means you are allowed to stay at home. But as for me and mine? Congrats are in order for so many things. It makes my days happy, and it makes me happy for others. I am honored to help my parents and my sister get her announcements in order and in the mail, and the parties put together and organized. I'm honored to congratulate my cousin on her accomplishments and carving out a path that she will enjoy for many years.
Most of all, I'm honored to watch them see the fruits of their labor come to an end, new chapters begin, and to share FOOD and DRINK with them in a great big toast of congrats. CONGRATS.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Who Cares What Day It Is
Since I cannot seem to get to the library on Mondays, we'll just call this what it is. A hurried up attempt at putting something out here.
Should I mumble? I don't really have anything to mumble about.
I think we've almost gotten everyone back on healthy, or semi-healthy ground. All the little people are able to attend school/daycare so that's progress. The oldest "little" person is now claiming to feel icky, so who knows what that means. He's got the yearly school testing going on, so I refuse to let him try and play that card unless it's legit.
Hubs took TO and OJ to our major league baseball team's 3rd game of the season Saturday. The game started at 12:10pm, they arrived at the ball park at 10:30, and didn't leave until it was over at 3:30. And they loved it. I guess there are lots of good things for little people to do there, they've revamped a lot of it and make it interactive and kid friendly. I haven't seen it. I've always been knocked up or nursing some little tit monkey. I know, I know...I COULD go...but it's so burdensome sometimes. And the house was QUIET.
I hope all of you faithful blog friends don't forget about me while I'm absent from your blogs and barely touching my own. I think of you!! Often. My reading material is NOT nearly as entertaining, I must say that.
Take care, be well, stay near....I've only got two more weeks.
OMG.
Should I mumble? I don't really have anything to mumble about.
I think we've almost gotten everyone back on healthy, or semi-healthy ground. All the little people are able to attend school/daycare so that's progress. The oldest "little" person is now claiming to feel icky, so who knows what that means. He's got the yearly school testing going on, so I refuse to let him try and play that card unless it's legit.
Hubs took TO and OJ to our major league baseball team's 3rd game of the season Saturday. The game started at 12:10pm, they arrived at the ball park at 10:30, and didn't leave until it was over at 3:30. And they loved it. I guess there are lots of good things for little people to do there, they've revamped a lot of it and make it interactive and kid friendly. I haven't seen it. I've always been knocked up or nursing some little tit monkey. I know, I know...I COULD go...but it's so burdensome sometimes. And the house was QUIET.
I hope all of you faithful blog friends don't forget about me while I'm absent from your blogs and barely touching my own. I think of you!! Often. My reading material is NOT nearly as entertaining, I must say that.
Take care, be well, stay near....I've only got two more weeks.
OMG.
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