tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60128352011-11-02T22:52:50.293-05:00Sound as a Pound.__________________++I Love Wheat Thins.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comBlogger5871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-83576219685396849232011-11-02T22:36:00.004-05:002011-11-02T22:52:50.321-05:00Just another riveting night at the Scott house. Brian is watching Roll Bounce and I have hair that could win first prize at the local perm contest. I got my hair done tonight and she asked if she could curl it. I told her that she'd basically be curling my hair so that I could look good on the couch watching Project Runway.
Also, my foot, just one foot has swelled up to the size of China. Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-54475594445298842562011-11-01T20:12:00.002-05:002011-11-02T22:30:49.529-05:00You guys.
It's been about a calendar year since I've blogged. I didn't even remember my password or how to log-in. WHAT IF YOU DON'T THINK I AM FUNNY ANYMORE.
Let's do a top ten list of things that have changed:
1.) I.am.with.child.
2.) Still working at ad agency. Feel good about it.
3.) Went to New York City and turned 30.
4.) We're finishing our basement. And this causes a marital Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-85238323275555313752010-11-30T23:28:00.003-06:002010-11-30T23:33:29.438-06:00
Yup, it's the last day and I'm throwing up gang signs on my blog.
Today it snowed like nuts and I think I got behind someone who legally should not have been able to drive. I left my house at 7am and didn't get to work until 8:19. Is it bad that we still have our pumpkins up on our porch?
I purchased two poinsettias tonight and we are just about done with our Christmas house. Tomorrow ISpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-32200385483426236892010-11-29T21:53:00.003-06:002010-11-30T22:04:42.375-06:00
Today I might have worked from 6:45 am to 6:45 pm. And then after I came home and housed a home made burrito, I made Brian dive into Christmas hell and reorganize our house for the holidays. The devil made me do it.
To all you people who still want to do something for New Years, have no fear. I want to do something. Just perhaps more informal and something that doesn't cost me $500 plusSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-25996758096441952922010-11-28T21:42:00.003-06:002010-11-28T21:48:12.312-06:00Holy Mother-Loving God.
Tonight we drove seven hours in the car, six of which, I slept through. Just kidding. Not really. We are finally home and because I'm psycho, I decided we needed to get in the Christmas spirit and totally kill ourselves. After watching the chiefs murder the Seahawks, we made that Christmas dream a reality. And now I want to die.
I don't know what it is, but I Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-260491458686519142010-11-27T21:25:00.000-06:002010-11-28T21:42:31.317-06:00
Recap of my Saturday:
I woke up at the hour of ten, had some delish egg casserole made by my mother-in-law. I also discovered a deep obsession with creme brule coffee mate. OH DEAR GOD. Then I proceeded to color the day away with my 13-year-old cousin in law. Brian printed us out sheets to color and one of them included Will Smith.
We went out for a bit to get some fresh air. Brian Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-79493241531567128932010-11-26T23:40:00.002-06:002010-11-26T23:48:03.107-06:00God bless it, is anybody even reading these anymore? Today was a superior day. Although I did not make it out the door early, I did manage to score the one thing I was coveting, at the doorbuster price. Ladies and gentle men, I now own a Nook! I'm more than jazzed. I also went on to buy a full-sized glitter belt.
Tonight we had a wonderful dinner with old friends and then proceeded to watch Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-72098086451675860302010-11-25T23:38:00.004-06:002010-11-26T00:06:54.983-06:00Happy Thanksgiving and 25 additional pounds later, here I am. I am slightly bitter because its slightly before midnight and no one wants to go to Best Buy with me at 4am to try for the Nook at 99 bucks. I am very thankful for the fact that I called my dad tonight and he said that the winner of the dominoes game they were playing gets a free porch built onto their house. I had a wonderful dinner Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-13623953291522484592010-11-24T23:31:00.002-06:002010-11-24T23:42:51.004-06:00Things of note:
-Brian's mom has fresh flowers in every room I enter
-I ate McDonalds breakfast from the drive thru while I was in the drive thru for Starbucks
-I have the entire Scott family addicted to ANGRY BIRDS
-My brother in law has an oil painting of himself
-Passed by a billboard for Ann's Bra Shoppe
-Brian thinks that you get pimples on your butt if you keep wearing a wet swimsuit Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-81798793154430023642010-11-23T16:06:00.002-06:002010-11-24T16:21:58.201-06:00Ok, I just have to share with you the best gas station story of my entire life.
We are en route to St. Louis to eat our weight in turkey, and we pull into a gas station stall in a remote Missouri town. Brian gets out of the car and prepares to pump gas. At the same time, blazing in comes this bright red Ford focus with every single window down all the way, blasting this song. Particularly atSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-36648868915770815892010-11-22T22:18:00.002-06:002010-11-22T22:23:19.413-06:00I thought on this gray day, I'd share three photos that I took at concerts I've attended. I thought they were pretty decent and purchasable by Rolling Stone.
Jared Leto, 30 Seconds to Mars, Total (Gay) Hottie.
Haley from Paramore
Ingrid Michaelson whom I want to be best friends with forever and ever.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-2857973813677994512010-11-21T22:30:00.002-06:002010-11-21T22:38:13.121-06:00How many days until this god-foresaken contest is over with? Just joshing, I'm actually digging the blogging. And I know my two readers are, too.
This weekend was the hotness. Slept until noon, watched a lot of 30 Rock with Brian. There was some Guitar Hero domination. Wore my jeggins out on a hot date where we ended up getting milkshakes and walking around Target at the end of the night.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-35300687221066554372010-11-20T19:56:00.000-06:002010-11-21T20:13:11.663-06:00Let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we?
Back in the fresh month of September, Jenny met her friends in Des Moines. Upon arriving in the parking garage, Melissa wouldn't let me take my luggage into the hotel because I DODDLE. But I've forgotten about that. I also forgot about paying the overdue and expired illegal parking fees to the hotel, so cool.
Guys, let me tell you that Des Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-59883624352978246342010-11-19T21:17:00.003-06:002010-11-19T21:38:23.796-06:00
Guess what. You're all in luck tonight. Brian Scott is making his yearly blog appearance while I go to the bathroom and clip my toenails for the first time this year.
Take it away, Brian!
Five things that I hope to try some time in my life:
1. McDonald's McRib - Everyone says that this is an excellent sandwich, however, I just don't understand exactly what it is. Is it really a rib? Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-36901797051843705962010-11-18T22:55:00.005-06:002010-11-18T23:05:01.995-06:00
Tonight I went to a PURE ROMANCE party. I always struggle with these babies. I don't really want to openly talk about your bedroom habits, learn the four steps of using a butt plug, or see some old lady demo the love assisting pillow.
I kind of stood in the back, in my most conservative cardigan and boat shoes, shoving as much food into my mouth as possible. I'm sure the look on my face Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-9036435905917826602010-11-17T22:30:00.003-06:002010-11-17T22:38:17.550-06:00Holy mother-loving God. I just went through some discs filled with papers that I wrote all through college. I'm dying. German papers, other people's papers, AOL conversations that I copied and pasted and saved into a word document like a total psycho.
Well here's what I was looking for. It was my most favorite thing that I've ever written. And I want to keep adding to it and then seriouslySpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-46918894703067547182010-11-16T22:50:00.002-06:002010-11-16T22:57:18.796-06:00
I was at a bit of a blogging loss tonight. I made two videos for you, but I trashed them because they were god-awful and my chin was extra shiny.
Then I made Brian give me a professional shoulder massage while I post and I was asking what I should write about. HE SAID HAMBURGLER? That's when I came up with a very visually appealing picture of glitter. It makes everybody happy.
Tonight Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-47162461189860979292010-11-15T22:39:00.002-06:002010-11-15T22:43:52.054-06:00
It's official, I've seen Tosh.0 live and about 15 feet away. He was incredible and walked around like he had a broken back. It was weird and uncomfortable. He was hilarious and innapropriate and reccomended that we start sitting on the toliet backwards. WE COULD BE EATING A BOWL OF CEREAL WHILE WE POOP. This is my kind of man.
Today was full of financial advertising for one of our Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-9842740786089117472010-11-14T22:17:00.002-06:002010-11-14T22:29:43.249-06:00
I had a great day today! I slept in until the crack of 11:30 and then proceeded to channel the devil through my bad mood. Somehow, superman Brian Scott got me off the couch after watching too many episodes of America's Next Model.
We went upstairs and I freaking cleaned every room on the upper floor. Well, mostly just my office and bedroom. I must have threw away enough magazines and Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-41085498390359539862010-11-13T23:35:00.002-06:002010-11-13T23:49:31.806-06:00
Well, we just arrived back home after our first Huskers game. They really shucked 'em. Obviously you know I would have no interest in attending a game there, should it not be for my valiant Jayhawks playing there as well. What a coincidence. The president of my company gave me free tickets and also scheduled aluminum seating in 15 degree weather.
Honestly, we weren't even IN the stadiumSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-1559643708559552872010-11-12T22:18:00.001-06:002010-11-13T23:25:38.805-06:00
Please excuse the fact that I look like a gay pirate in the above picture.
This is pretty much all you need to know about tonight. My first experience with "being a woman." We had a hot date at Tios where I imagined myself bathing in their salsa. Then we saw DUE DATE. It was incredible. I threw up in the wound.
Then we drove home in four inches of snow. Did I stutter? FOUR INCHES. ISpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-8098195737150540242010-11-11T22:16:00.001-06:002010-11-11T22:17:28.645-06:00This is literally the gayest thing I have ever seen:
It's supposed to rain 3 inches tomorrow. Of men.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-40647569498899687062010-11-10T21:04:00.002-06:002010-11-10T22:26:51.759-06:00Well, I have officially received the nine thousandth e-mail from my mother begging for my Christmas list. It kind of pisses me right off because I still have a skeleton hanging on my front door. And possibly our pumpkins are rotting on the porch.
But we don't want Sue to get her panties in a wad, so here's my list for Santa:
Come on sweet Friday.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-52993166551043320082010-11-09T21:21:00.003-06:002010-11-09T21:36:17.470-06:00
Tell me that garland isn't something you'd die over. Did you also know that garland you can die over costs $130 dollars? I would buy it.
Today was rather uneventful. I ate noodles for both meals. I haven't fully recovered from Contact Death 2010. I cooked Brian dinner tonight so that he could focus on what's most important, Call of Duty: Special Black Killer Opps or whatever.
I Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-46848490215747081782010-11-08T22:43:00.003-06:002010-11-08T22:58:05.116-06:00
You guys. Tonight I got contacts.
And I hate them with the passion of a thousand romance novels.
With the sweet success of my new glasses, I thought I would be the modern day woman and get some contacts for those "special occasions." After about 17 minutes of the doctor trying to get those things in, I have decided I will no longer experience a special occasion in my life.
I sat downSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-14327793830776598812010-11-07T21:40:00.002-06:002010-11-07T21:51:21.940-06:00
Well, I can tell you that blogging on my rather large computer is a hell of a lot easier than blogging from my mobile phone. Those weekend posts were pretty much horrid, wine-induced, and followed by a couple of Japanese steakhouse toots.
You guys, I bought leggings. And tomorrow, I will be picking up the world's most awes pair of tall boots. I mean, someone buy me a horse, because WHO AMSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-59150273053624962862010-11-06T23:15:00.002-05:002010-11-06T23:29:24.304-05:00You guys. I just walked the Plaza in sparkley gold shoes.
I was a professional purchaser. Mostly though, buying home goods, as I could not even fit tall boots over my fat calf as the girls tried to style me up. I seriously even tried on $138 black leggings and I am pretty sure you could see my camel toe. Sorry, but you could.
Cashed in on a few consevative sweaters today and my fair share of Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-31514300837913817302010-11-05T23:14:00.002-05:002010-11-05T23:24:42.862-05:00Greetings! Coming to you live from The Plaza where I am participating in a full-fledged girls weekend. Two bad things, however. One, I am forced to sleep on the paper-thin sofa mattress. And two, I got made fun of trying to describe boat shoes to two people that have never heard of them. Oh well. I had a tasty bowl of lobster pasta and I am ready to get my shop on tomorrow. Also glad I didn't Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-54779425407267911012010-11-04T21:45:00.004-05:002010-11-04T22:06:43.986-05:00Hey Yo.
I am wrapped so snugly in my big white robe. What a nice 65-year-old, womanly feeling.
Tonight I visited my favorite home decor spot for their Christmas open house. And for some wine. And to get my shop on. As always, it was super sweet and I came back with even more to add to my Christmas hoarding tendencies.
Then me and the mister dined on chipolte (side note: the guy behind Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-16010661600440578752010-11-03T22:52:00.006-05:002010-11-03T23:12:44.858-05:00YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT.
I have to come to you live, in video, because Jenny's tired. I hosted a small dinner party and have been a professional PowerPoint binder this week at the job. Brian is starting to have to wake me up at 6:24am after I've already shut off my alarm from when it rang at 6 o'clock am.
I hope I make it to the end of this month. I just noticed I think a spider bore Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-75821615374529342662010-11-02T21:57:00.002-05:002010-11-02T22:29:55.015-05:00
Well you guys, it's about 10pm and I'm murdering a Halloween taffy apple.
Me and Brian just finished a late night grocery shopping trip. That isn't ever creepy at all. I also voted quick and picked up my new specs, which should be making an appearence on my head tomorrow, provided I don't get woozy and barf. Might I saw that they make me sorta look like a hottie.
Today was chalk Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-25131789996620415452010-11-01T19:38:00.002-05:002010-11-01T20:03:48.099-05:00Hello out there.
I kind of forgot how to even log into Blogger. But I'm back for another riveting month of posting EVERY GODDAMN DAY. Mainly for my sister. I'm hoping to actually keep it up because I miss having a written account of my life.
I'd like to start out this post with a firm example of why my marriage will survive:
I was just on the toilet, with the door open, and I hear Brian Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-58213931406223292042010-07-18T18:38:00.005-05:002010-07-18T20:57:42.568-05:00Jesus Christ. I've taken about a 9-year vacation from the blog. Now, I'm about 30 pounds lighter, I work at a job that makes me giddy, my hair is blonder, and I've discovered that happiness in life might have a direct correlation with Sonic strawberry limeaids.
We'll get it going, now. I had a dream last night that I went to prom, but I had to leave because my house was flooding. All of theSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-74567412520980444912010-02-10T22:00:00.003-06:002010-02-10T22:10:27.016-06:00HOLY MOTHER-LOVING GOD.
I am famous.
Yep, that's my dirty bedsheets on the blog Casa Sugar. Just kidding, they are totally clean. Remember? Brian cleans his cleaning products. So, one of the editors from the site emailed me and asked permission to do the story and I just about made brown in my pants.
To view the entire post, click here.
And that pretty much made my life. Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-6619511662084965562010-02-04T21:11:00.002-06:002010-02-04T21:44:13.414-06:00Well hello there, old friend.
Let's chat about New Years Eve, shall we? First let me set the scene. Before December 1st even, Brian and I get outside and like the jolly little homeowners we are, we put up Christmas lights like it was our job. All through the night. In the dark, in the cold. This year, we decided to go all out and we lined the driveway on each side and stuck the bulbs Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-89396646991793770892010-01-14T21:31:00.004-06:002010-01-14T21:54:04.875-06:00Well, I figure if my pal Steph-a-rooney can blog regularly after giving birth to a baby model, I can probably get on the ol' lightbox every now and then.
It's far too impossible to give you the 411 on all that's happened since the month of non-stop blogging, so I'll inform you in a manner exactly opposite to a machine gun fart.
I guess what I would like to concentrate on this post, is the Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-59941323687257920712009-11-30T22:23:00.002-06:002009-11-30T22:38:28.540-06:00
Well today's the day, folks. The last day of November. Brian is cussing in my ear about this damn contest. I, am a little proud of myself, and after a brief break, plan to keep filling you in on my joyous life. Just don't get testy with me, peeps. None of you have blogs. And I don't bother you.
Today was filled with insurance applications. Tasty tip: 90% of people go to the doctor Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-57361080247372525432009-11-29T22:47:00.004-06:002009-11-29T23:06:56.633-06:00Sweet mother of mercy, only two more days until I am catapaulted into freedom. I will try my hardest to keep up with the blog, because I know you guys live and die by the post. But just know, on the days I don't write, it's because the best thing I've done all day is get the mail or lay some brown brick.
Merry Christmas from the Halls, Scotts, Rays, and Cole Shaws. Yep, I think this is Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-75997483321148408732009-11-28T23:37:00.003-06:002009-11-28T23:50:25.489-06:00Oh Lordy. It's an annual tradition to have my dear husband Brian do a little light blogging for his fans.
Ladies and germs, I give you my sweet meat:
Hi. I'm Brian. Jenn asked me to blog for her because it's getting late and she is helping her mom decorate the house in Christmas decor. Today I cried and yelled at a TV for 4 hours while I watched KU lose to MU. It was the most painful game toSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-219842825524149352009-11-27T23:57:00.003-06:002010-02-10T22:12:51.042-06:00
God blogging by the skin of my teeth. Had the best shopping day of my professional life. Mom even made it out the house. Scored my best finds ever and might have to sleep outside when Brian sees it all.
Better post tomorrow, I promise ya. Go KU.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-73932548641166396162009-11-26T23:07:00.002-06:002009-11-26T23:13:46.894-06:00Happy Thanksgiving!
Had an excellent familial day. Watched the parade, Mom tried to feed me sick cinnamon coffee, and we saw the Plaza lights turn on, not to mention the Paseo Acadamey dancers and their swirly moves.
I am most thankful for big Bri. I love him so.
Tomorrow I am toying with the idea of hitting Old Navy at 3am in order to try for a free copy of Rock Band Lego. Then, Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-88988022658550961892009-11-25T22:30:00.002-06:002009-11-25T22:45:14.766-06:00As I type this, Brian and my father are in the family room and Brian is trying to showcase Call of Duty: Modern Warfare to my Dad who barely knows how to change the volume on the TV. He first thought the hooking the XBox up would ruin his TV. And you should have seen while we did it. We also played a little Beatles Rockband. Oops. Sounds like there is a lot of profanity in this game. I'm Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-51956380178906954882009-11-24T22:48:00.002-06:002009-11-24T23:03:02.114-06:00
Well, Well, Well.
I literally just got back from New Moon. Did the same bit where I was finishing the book at breakfast, finishing the book at the gym, finishing the book in the car one the way to the theater. It's like reading the dictionary, I swear.
Well, here's what I think. I really like the books a lot better than the movies. Stuff isn't developed as much, it's left off, or Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-50135251228403232422009-11-23T22:48:00.002-06:002009-11-23T22:55:51.120-06:00
Oh. My. God. This is so me and Brian. We play some form of Rockband game every single night for a couple of hours. Brian's on the drums and I am shredding the axe. We go for every single achievement point and we are way over-intense. And God the ending to that video is so brilliant.
Today was a bit of a rough ride. Wanted to tell some people at work to S a D. Then, me and Brian Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-50451942998740646092009-11-22T22:56:00.000-06:002009-11-22T22:57:27.559-06:00This blogging really takes it out of you.
Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-83740226415346836582009-11-21T23:46:00.003-06:002009-11-21T23:54:11.928-06:00Well I'm blogging from the Carpenters because it's 11:45pm and we've decided to overstay our welcome.
Tonight we celebrated the end of KU football with a dinner at PF Changs. Then we went over to the Carpenters, where I proceeded to walk in on Aaron going to the bathroom. And Brian is trying to now learn how to play the piano. Wonderful.
Today I had a swell one. Woke up at the crack of Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-65214682674658506752009-11-20T23:41:00.003-06:002009-11-20T23:47:28.744-06:00
Inspired by Anna Stilley and Bradical Mindspew, Brian and I stayed in tonight and made our own pizza. Whole wheat crust, pesto, artichokes, tomatoes, onions, peppers, bacon, and cheese please. Polished that sucker off with a tall glass of milk.
We tuliped around Target tonight, bought some honeycrisp apples, and I watched as Brian left the cart (with my purse) while he went around the Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-55656444564782810422009-11-19T21:52:00.005-06:002009-11-19T22:01:17.748-06:00
Dear God it was all I could do to get through the day.
Looking forward to some snow. Wore a bright blue sweater to work today. Can't wait to fill my mouth with stuffing on Thursday. Brian came home.
And we danced to that Black Eyed Peas song, "I Got a Feeling" for like 15 minutes in the kitchen.
Things I would like to do this weekend:
1.) Finish New Moon
2.) Clean up this Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-21977419161384685492009-11-18T22:55:00.003-06:002009-11-19T22:00:59.154-06:00God I fall apart when Brian's gone. For example, I came home this evening to find that I had left the coffee pot on all day long. I'm suprised the glass didn't explode because it had melted an entire full pot. Smelled a little gamey. I am also typing this post with my eyes closed. It will be a wonder if I make it through work tomorrow. I've gotten zero sleep because every time I hear a peepSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-58608518098415289322009-11-17T22:21:00.002-06:002009-11-17T22:23:48.794-06:00Top 3 worst pictures of me:
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Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-49358974978578189382009-11-16T22:27:00.002-06:002009-11-16T22:35:08.172-06:00
Oh my God so I hope you all enjoyed the Neil Diamond dance. Because I'm probably going to get sued by Mr. Diamond. Seconds after I posted that puppy, I got an email from YouTube saying my video had contained Sony copywrited material. But I'm just going to roll will it and hope that maybe someone can bail me out of jail. Plus, I've watched it a hundred times. Why stop now?
Also, I think Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-64495916962498126132009-11-15T21:24:00.003-06:002009-11-15T21:27:36.839-06:00Well, me and Brian just watched the entire 2-hour Kardashian wedding and then we were feeling a little inspired, patriotic, and apparently aerobic.
Choregraphed by Mia Michaels, with permission from Neil Diamond, we give you the gift of dance:
Now I am just profusely sweating, and Brian is off downstairs trying to find his dignity.
Goodnight.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-86689133317414247152009-11-14T23:21:00.002-06:002009-11-14T23:30:12.409-06:00oh what a day.
While I'm here in OP, Brian is in Desert Storm, via Call of Duty. That game is the bain of my existance.
I started the day with a little bit of panic, because we had a 10am bridesmaid dress appointment and I rolled over in bed, looked and the clock and saw that it said 10am. Well, Sue forgot to turn back the clocks for daylight savings. So we ventured out to try on dressesSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-35593777050118385192009-11-13T23:49:00.002-06:002009-11-13T23:53:35.579-06:00My Gramma Hall always said I was born to read the news.
Tonight was fast-pace. Cheesecake dinner with Laura and Rye Bread. Then over to pet Joey for an hour. Target to look at Christmas decorations. Then home to sit at the table with John and Sue to hear an hour long story about the work trip dad got back from and went racing go-carts and then drove two associates home and had to stop Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-30115406344123838542009-11-12T22:32:00.002-06:002009-11-12T22:44:00.748-06:00
Brian and I saw this clip right before our usual episode of Parks and Rec. I think we had to rewind it 70 times for the mere fact that he says BIG POOP BREAKFAST AND A GLASS OF PEE. And I've died a thousand times over that.
Today was a busy one. And is it a crime that it mostly involved body hair and crotch parts? I got my eyebrows done and also shaved for the first time since birth. Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-63757650736592270822009-11-11T21:30:00.003-06:002009-11-11T22:01:21.018-06:00For today's post, I thought it would be fun to take a trip back to my first year at KU. So I got out my photo albums and then realized that if I put a third of these pictures up, I might get arrested or excommunicated as a daughter. And Laura, I wouldn't be your hero any more.
God there are some good ones. But I'd like to present to you, a Top 5 PG-version of some collegiate times. Back Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-28860533693466596922009-11-10T22:52:00.003-06:002009-11-10T23:27:37.163-06:00Again?
Well, Brian is driving home from a week long business trip and this means I have to get the house cleaned before he starts crying when he walks in and sees that a cup is not in the dishwasher.
Of course nothing happened today except probably the most awesomest thing. Wait, one cool thing did happen today. I had to lay some brown brick really badly and I went to get up from my Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-8374296205512142902009-11-09T23:22:00.001-06:002009-11-09T23:22:57.145-06:00Honestly, I had hopes of going to bed four hours ago.
I hope you appreciate this work of art.
Try JibJab Sendables® eCards today!Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-81767571301387816612009-11-08T22:18:00.002-06:002009-11-08T23:16:17.577-06:00Oh Sunday, you son of a gun.
I'm back from Kansas City. My trip with the girls was in some ways the absolute best and in other ways it sucked huge balls. We started out the trip on Friday afternoon where we all piled into the trusty Commander and headed out in search of no-limit shopping. Because I was the driver, we took an extra 20 minutes locating the hotel because I became retarded Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-70451745884238773982009-11-07T18:38:00.000-06:002009-11-07T18:38:00.702-06:00Here's what I'm asking Santa for this year!
Christmas 2009 by SpecialJ22 on Polyvore.comSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-79595433432719696832009-11-06T22:35:00.000-06:002009-11-06T21:08:59.060-06:00Please enjoy. And remember: when an elephant fights, only the grass suffers.
Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-67880345907245725142009-11-05T22:41:00.002-06:002009-11-05T22:51:46.545-06:00
This video kills me every time. Kind of feel like it's how a couple of my interviews went.
Tonight was totally awesome. I gathered the girls up and went to Voila' and enjoyed their Christmas open house. For the layman, it's Omaha's most excellent home decorating store and I basically keep them afloat year after year. I almost did a face plant into their cream cheese brick and oopsies aSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-63235498304135287962009-11-04T21:13:00.003-06:002009-11-04T21:39:52.931-06:00Sweet Christ, wasn't I just on here blogging?
Nobody liked the body massage video? God. Today was a hell of a day. There may have been some cube crying. But nothing a little B. Scott couldn't cure. And leftover chili and the Grey's Anatomy where Derek gets that inoperable tumor out. I'm so freaking tired because I stayed up too late being addicted to the internet.
Really looking Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-50752404666558220572009-11-03T22:43:00.003-06:002009-11-03T23:00:15.344-06:00
Who wants a body massage? Well I just got done watching a rousing hour of So You Think You Can Dance with Nigel and his feminine hand gestures. Is it bad that I had an ice cream sandwich after watching all of those hard-bodies? So glad that girl tap dancer got kicked off. She was on there about 100% too long. And while you're at it, surgically remove her legs.
Today was a rough one atSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-76909694347752666592009-11-02T20:58:00.003-06:002009-11-02T21:29:51.391-06:00
Today freaked me out for a number of reasons. First of all, it was freaking sunny out at 7am, when I usually leave the driveway for work. I guess this was good, though, because I didn't feel like I was going to fall asleep on the highway. I swear, some days it's a wonder I make it to work without taking a 65 mph snooze. Jennifer is not a morning person and never ever will be.
Work Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-68939065532955405782009-11-01T16:28:00.006-06:002009-11-01T22:35:00.896-06:00
I know this day will be the best day of some people's lives. For I, Jennifer have come out to start blogging again. Today begins the NaBloPoMo, where I kill myself to blog post for you every day of this very November. And so I begin, while my loving husband is downstairs laying on the couch enjoying the first Star Wars, which he can, because he's painted four doors today, cleaned our Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-53763589536617754052009-07-17T00:49:00.003-05:002009-07-17T01:53:15.987-05:00Right. I haven't blogged in a calendar year. Got that. But I promised an update for tonight, so I shall fill you in on what has been my summer. I am still okay. The economy is still taking a crap in my mouth every day. But I'm still doing the damn thing. I'll go through some quick updates to catch you up on the life of white lightning.
St. Louis
Visited my nephew, which in turn made meSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-75870192881057950622009-05-28T11:12:00.005-05:002009-05-28T14:24:51.868-05:00Hey all you. Lot's to catch you up on. Once again, I'm feeling a bit on the retarded side for being unemployed, and when that happens, I think I bolt. So I've been to Kansas City a lot, took a jaunt to St. Louis to see my saint of a nephew, and have two trips booked to California. But then you have no idea how badly I want to just sit behind a desk and check company email and have a lunch Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-74531019125381387842009-05-11T15:14:00.006-05:002009-05-11T16:53:07.617-05:00I know, I know. I kind of dipped into a low point there. One, where I had taken to the XBox for hours at a day. It was sucking my will to live. Literally. I was obsessed with getting gamer points and Brian had to step in and get me straight again. Teach me how to get dressed again and remind me that there was something to live for. I had to slowly introduce my eyes to the sunlight again Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-9070381733434551322009-04-23T15:23:00.004-05:002009-04-23T18:35:01.207-05:00
Seriously, that might go down as the best video ever. Just the tip. Just to see how it feels. Get all hopped up and make some bad decisions. Well, I'd like to say I didn't blog yesterday because it was Earth Day, but more likely because I'm the one who has every single light on in the house when it's bright and sunny out. Ahhh, Springtime is tops, isn't it, people? The only thing that Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-11149818095742713942009-04-16T15:53:00.003-05:002009-04-16T17:29:59.667-05:00Jonah David
Auntie Jennifer here. Now blogging for your pleasure.
Well, on Friday, on was in the shower, doing some of my best thinking as I always do, and planning out my weekend in Kansas City for Easter, when we got the call that we would be going to St. Louis instead because Holly was pushing a basketball out of a keyhole.
People, I have been waiting for this moment. I cry when I seeSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-14126415773689792062009-04-10T11:21:00.003-05:002009-04-10T11:49:25.387-05:00
Mama's got some new kicks. No more dirty lawn mowing house shoes.
It was a raining day yesterday, so what better than to go hold a baby. Gosh darn it a really, really cute one. And better yet, Brian did it, too. People, that never happens in a million years. He thinks he will break them or ruin them or punt them across the room or something. It brought a single tear to my eye and was Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-2231251524105782202009-04-07T13:33:00.003-05:002009-04-07T17:08:41.690-05:00
Let's discuss the best day of life (in addition to my wedding day) and hands down the best money that I have ever, outright spent in my existence on this planet. This second best day of my life, occurred on April 2nd, and whenever i think about it, it just gets my juices going. People, I attended the Britney Spears concert at the Sprint Center in Kansas City. From this moment in my young Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-29959693746310121292009-04-05T21:06:00.006-05:002009-04-05T22:39:09.496-05:00
Hello there. I'm ready to be back.
I've written this first post about a million times. Mostly in the shower, because honestly and although you may find it disgusting, it's where I do my best thinking. I don't know who in the sweet Jesus reads this blog anymore. I know my best buds do, but for all I know, so could a stalker in a van with no windows, or Mariah Carey. But I guess the best Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-57215860514642135032008-12-22T10:55:00.003-06:002008-12-22T11:00:46.876-06:00Not ready to write it all.
At home. Over-eating. Reading Twilight. Wrapping presents in Hallmark paper. Seeing my peeps. Hugging Gramcracker. Actually taking showers.
Last night Brian and I watched "Burn after Reading".
Not the most spectatular thing in the world, but hilarious at some points:
That John Malkovitch. He gets me every time. He is also an avid college basketball fan.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-61286350670024809622008-12-15T11:36:00.004-06:002008-12-15T11:43:14.595-06:00seriously the greatest thing the greatest thing I've seen on television in a long time.
Meanwhile, today I get to find out via a phone call from Holly if I am the Aunt to a boy or a girl. I am glued to my phone. Like Balki and Larry from the hit 90's show, "Perfect Strangers" I will do the DANCE OF JOY when I find out.
In no other new news, I'm in one of those moods where I'm trying toSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-64999428478619518352008-12-04T10:09:00.000-06:002008-12-04T10:17:28.823-06:00I am my father's daughter.
Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-41221880234022538672008-11-30T23:26:00.001-06:002008-11-30T23:37:24.505-06:00Wow. Last day of NaBloPoMo.
Let's go out with a horrible bang:
Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-8819425248214113682008-11-29T16:02:00.002-06:002008-11-29T16:13:24.855-06:00Holy Lord Above.
Today is a very grand day. For two reasons.
1.) I purchased a pair of Joes Jeans.
2.) KU HAS DEFEATED EVIL MIZZOU.
I can't even tell you how sweet it is. I've been walking around St. Louis with my Kansas shirt on proudly. Ready to talk to a Tiger at a moment's notice. They can't say a darn thing. I also had Ted Drewe's ice cream today and smelled my first Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-30437840780458908582008-11-28T16:13:00.002-06:002008-11-28T16:25:19.407-06:00Brian's playing Jaw Grinders 3 with his Dad on the XBox again, so I find myself on the computer again.
Today I slept until 11:30am, which my mother would think is horrible, because I am at my in-laws. But that just shows how awesome they are. I arose to Brian directing me towards a chocolate chip bagel and coffee. Then, I took his 10-year old cousin (we've bonded over those hot Jonas Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-89977422872391298732008-11-27T17:01:00.003-06:002008-11-27T17:10:28.431-06:00Happy Thanksgiving blog world! One and all!
I am thankful for:
Brian (husband who i love dearly and who loves me with retainers and weird rules like don't put dirty suitcases on the bed spread)
Family (sisters who crack my shit up and Dads who raised me right and Moms who still wave out the front window when I back out of the driveway at home)
Jayhawks (thanks for winning that National Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-16589949729969007092008-11-26T16:40:00.003-06:002008-11-26T16:49:57.486-06:00Well in about thirty minutes I'll be off with Bri to St. Louis for Thanksgiving.
This doesn't leave a lot of time for blogging, but I am thankful for the fact that Schlotzcky's makes a darn good sandwhich. Also for the fact that I got out of work at 1pm today, despite the fact that I spent the entire morning working on a vertical bellyband that goes against all the postal rules just so the Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-83918276902527134862008-11-25T21:15:00.008-06:002008-11-25T21:35:57.737-06:00Brian's Blog:
I am guest blogging tonight for Jenn. She deserved a little break from the blogging madness.
Today was a good day to be home. It is a frigid 40 degrees in Nebraska and it's times like these that I am happy to be able to work from home with Jenn right across the hallway.
Just like most days, I'm up before 6:00am. The first thing I do every morning in the winter is try to find Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-45200689956016864162008-11-24T22:30:00.003-06:002008-11-24T23:20:01.056-06:00Why am I still sweaty when it's wintertime? So many questions. Like is Denny real or dead? How can Izzie have sex with him if he's dead? And why do the Chinese feel the need to add those little mini corn cob vegatables into their stir fry. That just grosses me right out.
Anyway, I had a beautiful time this weekend, witnessing the marraige of Jenny and Rob Stilley. Jenny's been one of mySpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-11688797998584405182008-11-23T22:17:00.003-06:002008-11-23T22:30:08.188-06:00Dear God why does it feel like November has lasted an entire year?
More of a detailed post tomorrow on my wedding weekend because now I'm tired and every time I burp I still taste the mint-chocolate chip milk shake I drank in Mound City at 3pm today.
Minorly dreading this three-day week. Work has blown up. Remix went down the toliet. I haven't done laundry in 12 weeks. St. Louis on Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-31395944124660270542008-11-22T12:33:00.002-06:002008-11-22T12:35:22.389-06:00woke up early
joey belly rubs
laura's car brakes
starbucks venti
usual bagel
no Christmas picture
black tights
new hair do
I'm always late
Jenny's wedding!Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-60397347496140518212008-11-21T23:43:00.002-06:002008-11-21T23:47:32.253-06:00Crappy before-midnight blog post, coming up..
Went to the brain doctor today, stocked up on drugs. Flew to my new haircut place and now I look like a model. She even curled it up so now people confuse me with Izzie Stephens from Grey's Anatomy.
Now I'm in KC with the fam. Went to a late dinner with Laura where she hit on every single waiter in sight. But it was fun and of course, we got Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-28977287395548448732008-11-20T22:19:00.002-06:002008-11-20T22:43:56.676-06:00This is why I love not only Beyonce Knowles, but also my husband.
Make sure you watch it through to the end where we pump it really hard.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-88124890475520117802008-11-19T21:51:00.002-06:002008-11-19T22:43:23.545-06:00Tonight I bought a Sonic drive-thru sundae from the fattest man on earth. And tonight, I am chatting with sister Laura, live through the miracle of iChat. We will be asking each other questions and answering them here. You can also check out Laura's queer answers here: LAURA ANN HALL TELLS ALL
Jenn's question: What are you wearing?
My answer: Green Fairwell shirt, too-tight pj pants, Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-18313085460636348732008-11-18T22:16:00.003-06:002008-11-18T22:36:57.597-06:00God I feel like the biggest thing to report about today is my number two. Or how I had a mini bagel sandwich with cream cheese, ham, zucchini and tomato. Or how me and Brian were laughing so hard while we lifted weights at the gym. Or how I made chocolate chip muffins for breakfast. And totally owned the Disturbed song on Rock Band tonight.
Really, really want to see this:
If you can Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-35345533661484649642008-11-17T18:52:00.005-06:002008-11-17T19:12:21.513-06:00Another day, another dollar, another forced blog post. Alas, I feel like I've been down in the D's lately.
Just in a permanent bad mood and feel like life is better spent in bed with Jon and Kate Gosslelin. Maybe Colin too. Because if I were a baby stealer, he'd be mine in a hot second.
So because I need a little happiness, I present to you, 3 things I've found lately that make me really Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-32805131156367911902008-11-16T21:09:00.003-06:002008-11-16T23:20:02.802-06:00Guys...seeing as that last one was the crappiest blog post ever because I was literally in our hotel room wearing no clothes and yelling my blogger password into the phone at my little sister Stephanie while I had wet hair and needed to be in the lobby to meet Brian's client in ten minutes. And you guys load me up on the comments? Then when I blog my heart out, no one writes crap in the Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-33371281890113137852008-11-15T17:40:00.002-06:002008-11-15T17:48:57.677-06:00Coming at you live from the Mariott. I feel like I am in Norway because it is that cold. Had bagels with Steph and Laura. And then shopped around the plaza with my love.
I want you to visit one of my favorite blogs. It is called the "nie nie dialogues". Unless you've been living under a rock, you'll find that they were in a bad plane crash. They are just about the cutest family that ever lived Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-36473972919419448182008-11-14T21:26:00.002-06:002008-11-14T21:39:03.825-06:00Well I'm home again in OP. Bless you, Laura for leaving your Macbook at home on the bed for me to nurture and blog with.
Tonight Brian and I went with the fam (minus the two youngest) to Houstons on the Plaza to celelbrate the fact that Kris was born into this world perfect and just keeps getting better. Yes, she was promoted at the Hospital and is now a celebrity charge nurse. I honored Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-21210816369061521102008-11-13T21:07:00.006-06:002008-11-13T21:22:32.094-06:00Hot Dog! Check out this Christmas Collage I just blasted out.
Here's everything I'm hoping for from Santa Claus.
Meanwhile, I'm tempting myself with the idea of going to Sonic for one of their $1.99 sundaes while Brian is playing some war game downstairs on XBox.
He is shooting people with this weapon called the ORGAN GRINDER.Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-40229067689557757702008-11-12T21:13:00.003-06:002008-11-12T21:36:49.047-06:00Because they need to know I love them.
And I'm still interested doing puzzles with them in that retirement home in Miami when we're 80.
"Jones-Coleman" or "Rat-a-cat-cat"
Dreamer and a doer. Owner of best hair. Travel industry lost a good one. Would give you the shirt off her back (in a closet, during a bra intervention).
Makes one hell of a mix CD. Puts her blood-thirsty dog out Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-15081139023242714742008-11-11T22:03:00.001-06:002008-11-11T22:09:03.258-06:00We're gonna spice things up a little bit.
Love,
BJSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-25041119270633818412008-11-10T21:58:00.003-06:002008-11-10T23:04:26.608-06:00And the Teddy Bear is looking mighty fine.
This weekend was incredible. I got a few hugs from Laura, got to feed Joey 25$ worth of dog treats, and simply to bask in the glory that is Overland Park. I drove in Thursday night housed some Pei Wei with Laura while we discussed sisterly things. Boy, I'm really going to miss having her around when I come home. Laura, I call shotgun in your Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-86957707549959920392008-11-09T22:54:00.002-06:002008-11-09T23:06:14.494-06:00Ok, so I was getting ready to take a shower and then realized I had to blog, so I am literally sitting in a leather office chair in my underwear. Coming to you live.
A little too sexy.
I have so much to write about this weekend. So many good stories. Just the best time. It's what I really needed. Any sorry I sounded suicidal in my last two posts. I've been going to bed late and getting upSpecial Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012835.post-34568058983519487892008-11-08T23:35:00.000-06:002008-11-09T00:07:37.787-06:00Today flew by a little too fast. Laura woke me out of a deep slumber and put Joey on my bed. We then hiked it out to McDonalds where we feasted on salt and hashbrowns. Then, onto Briarcliff Village where we dropped some money. We didn't get to hit all of our stores because my headaches reared their ugly head and I had to make it to a bellydancing lesson at 4:00. I feel like I let down Laura Special Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14450576294155087774noreply@blogger.com