My Delusional Reality

Not Bad Jenn, Not Bad

My views on my body have changed so much since I found this site.

Ladies, you must check it out.  Guys, you'll want to see it too...scantily clad women in abundance.

Funky Town

The past few days have been rough, nothing seems to be going right.   My computer isn't working so I've been using my roommate's.  Plus, I've been extremely busy at work and quite busy NOT being a crazy girl. For once. Know what I mean?

Hurricane Rita Hits Houston

Damage Widespread

Rita Refugee

I am now an official refugee.  Damn that bitch Rita.  It's been a very long night.  I left Houston last night at 10:30 I just now made it to my uncle's house just north of Dallas.  A trip that I can make in less than 4 hours took over 14 hours. 

Fourteen fucking hours that I spent on the road with my mother, my grandpa and his 2 dogs.  Talk about a long night.  I think I ran out of xanex somewhere around Huntsville.  And that bitch at Denny's wouldn't serve me beer....the nerve of some people!

I talked to a gal that I work with this morning, she left Houston 30 minutes after I did and by 10:30 this morning she had only made it to the outskirts of Houston.  I can be a map reading fool when I have to be....my expertly planned route saved a great amount of time.

I'm exhausted and can't think of anything funny to say.  But I'll leave you with this photo.  Jared, my roommate, went shopping for hurricane supplies.  This is what he bought:

Two cases of water and ONE can of soup.  Sure, it IS Chunky Chicken Noodle, but damn that sure as hell ain't enough for me....I wonder what he's gonna eat.

Be safe everybody...it could get really nasty out there!

Just My Luck

   

I broke my new toy.  Kitty tried to fix it for me, but she couldn't.  She was sad.

Go Ahead, Make My Day

I just got pulled over, I was three houses away reaching for the garage door opener when he flashed his blue lights at me.

What the fuck?  I knew he was behind me and I certainly wasn't speeding, why am I being pulled over?  I did have a few beers in me but not nearly enough to impair my driving.  I maneuver through the cars lined up alongside the curb (damn you corner house and all your tow trucks) and pull over. 

But the cop pulls up beside me.  My window was already open and he asked me, "What do I have to do to get you to wear your seat belt?"  "Excuse me?"  He repeated himself.  Ok, fine.  I leaned forward, kept my hands where he could see them and turned on the interior light.  It then became clear to him that I was, in fact, wearing my seat belt.

He asked me if he scared me.  My reply, "No, but I would like to know why you pulled me over when there are tons of people flying up and down this street and nothing is ever done about it."  He blamed it on another deputy and then started hitting on me.  He even admitted that he was bored and saw "a pretty girl without her seat belt on."

He gave me his card and asked me out to dinner.  Talk about unprofessional.  Oh well, maybe he can give the hook-up on some good drugs.

Nah....I haven't dated a cop since I was in high school.

Update

I no longer need a date on Friday night, I got me one.  I might fill you in on the details, we'll see.

As My Brother Says

OUR world doesn't just turn, it crumbles, shatters into a million pieces and burns.  I think he's right, at least when it comes to my family.

I talked to my mom yesterday, she asked me if she could move in with me.  Her and my elderly grandpa.  Talk about role reversal....oh well, nothing I'm not used to.

Mom's often the one calling ME for advice, I just wish she would listen to me for once.

Thought of the Day

I have plans for FRIDAY night but I need a date - any suggestions?

I Should Be Sleeping

It was a pretty uneventful weekend, I planned on looking for a new place to live but found several diversions along the way. I procrastinate because it's a bittersweet occasion for me.  Now that I'm single and carefree again, my boys are growing up and moving on.   I'll miss them terribly and wish them luck in the future - and a great housekeeper.

Less than a year ago I spent most all my free time with Joey and/or Jared.  Last Sunday was the first time our whole group of friends were together since my birthday - in March.  And 2/3 of us live together.  We were celebrating Manuel's birthday.  Manuel brought Lori, his co-worker, along to join in the festivities.  (Hi Lori, now I know you read this.)  He introduced her to me:
"Hey Jennifer, this is Lori.  She reads your blog."

That, my friends, was a first for me.  Don't get me wrong, I've met a few people that read my incoherent ramblings but all were with some form of prior communication or feedback.  I had no idea Lori even existed, she had never commented before.  Yet, she knew all about me.  And I was worried.

A huge portion of me is so eager to please, I thrive off completing the job (what ever it may be) perfectly.  Like most of us, approval is my validation.  But it shouldn't always be that way.

Lori was a nice sweet girl and I didn't talk to her.  Because I was vulnerable.  Completely exposed. 

I can't care what anyone thinks, I have to stick my neck out in order to get anywhere.  But you'll have to take me as I am, perfectly flawed.

Which brings me to a quote from my favorite book, "She's Come Undone", by Wally Lamb:

"I ain't offering you happily-ever-after.  I'm offering you ... happily - maybe - sometimes - ever-after.  Sort of.  You know, with warts and shit."

Ok Lori seeing that we've both been quiet, maybe next time let's talk to each other...mmmm kkkk?