Jenn's Reverie

I Done Did It!

2010-03-24T00:33:00.002-06:00

I got picked as one of the four for that contest I'd mentioned! WOOH! So basically I got a blog on their site. Their being 104.1 The Edge, a rock station out there. I LOVE their morning show. It's good stuff. Anyhow, the competition is stiff aka BORING so if I don't win, I'm gonna have to borrow some emo kids razor. It's based off hits, so go check it out and help me out! Like 100 times a day. You know you wanna!

http://1041theedge.com/pages/Jennifer.html

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

2010-03-17T03:01:00.002-06:00

I'm not Irish, kiss me anyway!

Personality Disorder

2010-03-16T01:54:00.003-06:00

Two posts in ONE day! Whoa! It's the apocalypse. Actually, I heard of a contest on a morning radio show that caught my attention. It's called "Personality Face Off." I was intrigued as most contests from radio stations are more along the lines of are you hot or not type stuff. Basically if you win you get your own spot or page or blog or whatever on their site. They will choose four entries and from there the winner will be based off of how many hits you receive. The winner will hold their spot for a month and then will go up against three new contestants the following month and so on and so forth. Anyhow, I sent in my entry for said contest and here it is:

Well, first off I would like to say that I think this is one of the best contests I've seen held in a long time! I'm all about mind sex! There's nothing like some mental stimulation to make a bad day good or a good day better!

I don't normally join contests because I'm a retard and fear rejection, however, this one kept digging at my soul! As it did, a little voice in my head kept saying, "Bitch, quit being scared and give it a whirl!" And here I am, doing just that. My name is Jenn Xxxxxx, but I don't normally give my full name online because, well, that's not very smart now is it? Everyone just calls me Jenn. I'm a 30 old single mother of a badass 11 year old son who loves good music and plays guitar as well as some keyboard. And let me tell you, he is good! It's not me just bragging as a mother either. I'll prove it to you! He's got great taste in music thanks to his own personal taste and to me! I work for the Sheriff's Department as a Warrants Specialist, but rarely talk about work.

I used to have a blog that I was highly dedicated to, but it was extremely time consuming and I laid it to rest even though at times I will occasionally post. I didn't share it with anybody I knew personally and used to get in the area of 850+ hits daily from perfect strangers. Okay, not perfect strangers, lots of weirdos, but they came back nonetheless! I get along with everyone, even if I do talk about them behind their back. I kid! I kid!. . . Mostly. I didn't really mommy blog or work blog, but it did come up. For the most part, I'm pretty random and tend to stray from this to that, but it works! At least I think it does and those who read my blog pretended it did. I have an itch to get back into blogging for one reason and one reason only... It is far more interactive in a way that MySpace and/or Facebook is not. It requires the brain and some personality. I'm very fond of both! I am single and have pretty much been for many years. Being single has taken me places and shown me things I'm sure I'd have missed out on otherwise. I have friends all over the world and that puts a smile on my face. I can conform to just about any setting you put me in because I love to do new things even if in the end I don't like it. I love just about every genre of music so long as it's good. I love my life and sometimes I wanna punch it in the face, but for the most part, I can't complain. I'm also an Edgehead and I'm sure because of it my neighbors wonder 'why that one girl stays in her car in the mornings just sitting there.' They don't know that I'm going "OH!" when some crazy hobag gets busted on Cheaters Hotel.

You guys asked how one would get people to go to their pages if they won, well, basically I'd whore myself out with the help of my loyal fans (I'll pay them in alcohol)! In all seriousness, in the age of today, all it takes is good networking skills and I think I've got that part down. I've been an internet fanatic for many years! Some might say "internet geek" but, those some can suck it.

P.S. I promise I won't use profanity when posting if I were to be chosen. I just thought I'd emphasize a bit here.

Thank you for your time! I hope this wasn't too long. I tried to make it short and simple, but alas I have failed.

Always,

Jenn.

I got this in the bag, no? What do you MEAN there's a hole in the bag?

Panties in a Ruffle

2010-03-15T09:57:00.006-06:00

I'm not exactly sure what's going on with girls these days. Especially lately. I just can't seem to put my finger on it. Fake, angry, jealous, insecure, and I could go on. I'm not calling the kettle black either. I can (not easily) admit that I have been every one of those and am still the latter. My "hmm" stems from what I've seen going on recently. I've seen it before, but lately it seems like it's more and more and not only is it more, but girls are more out there with it.

I did a photo shoot yesterday with 15 or so other girls. Some shot in sets of two, some individually. I assisted in the shoots as well as shot myself. I saw confidence, I saw insecurities, I saw vanity, but mostly, I saw jealousy and competition. Rather than one girl being okay with the beauty of another, it was as though it was a burden. It seemed as though days were ruined and from that stemmed attitudes. Now I'm not gonna sit here and pretend I don't get attitude because you bet your sweet ass I do. I used to be extremely passive aggressive and can still be, I guess it's just worn me down over the years; Or perhaps it's as "they" say, you grow less tolerant with age. The passive is not so much a factor into my attempts at letting someone know that I don't think they are acting accordingly; Especially in a professional setting. Yesterday, however, I bit my tongue. I bit so hard it bled. I'm surprised half of it isn't missing. Not only that, I am STILL biting.

At one point during the shoot I was asked by the photographer to see if anyone else would be shooting in the set she was using at the moment so that she didn't have to move the lighting from set to set. It's a lot of work and time consuming and when you're shooting that many people, time is already a deciding role of what is and isn't going to work. When I did what she asked the response was a negative one. Apparently since these girls are "models" the diva disease kicked in. I wasn't having it. The photographer in which we were working with has done a great deal of work for us at great costs. Not only that, but there is no reason to treat anyone with that distasteful type of attitude for no apparent reason. At one point she asked if I could find out what was going on because there was no response. I was upset and told her that it was probably better if she did it because I knew at that moment I wasn't going to exactly make things better. Before having her attempt, I tried one more time and utilized the tone of my voice to let said girl(s) know that it was necessary we have her attention. She came upstairs eventually in all her attitude glory and I proceeded to treat her with respect and still she wasn't reciprocating. At that point, I was done with her. I was supposed to shoot with her and it didn't happen. I think that was best because I'm pretty sure the tension would have been noticeable in the photos as neither her nor I are pros. Well, at least I know I'm not.

Later while the photographer was shooting another set of girls, there are two behind me bitching about how they hadn't got to shoot yet; That it wasn't fair that others got there an hour after them and late and were already done. The others in which they were speaking of was me. Oh. My. God. I admit the ghetto was slowly creeping and holy hell did I fight it back! I just let them talk, but oohwee it wasn't easy! If they wanted to shoot, their dumbasses should have been paying attention like I was and talked to the photographer and try to figure out the situation rather than just sit there with their fingers up their asses and cry about it. ALSO, before bitching and moaning they should have ASKED me why I'd gotten to shoot and I would have happily explained that I shot in the set that was already set up. Their set was in a different room with different lighting, etc. However, that's a lot to ask for of imbeciles. Had they not realized that I was STILL there and didn't shoot to try to get out of there? Of course they didn't. It's easier to be a cry baby and bitch about something they don't even know about.

Suffice to say, I had fun. My nerves had gotten the better of me the night prior to the photo shoot and I was even feeling nauseous. When I changed into what I was shooting in, I ran around like a chicken shit in a mens button up collared shirt so that none of the girls could see. The photographer told me at one point that she was nervous to shoot me and that right there settled my nerves. YAY! We were both nervous! Assisting on the shoots was a lot of fun, too. I got to touch boobies! Okay, not really, but kinda sorta. Yes, I'm straight.

Anyhow, I've strayed, but that's neither here nor there and this is my blog so I can stray if I want to. You would stray, too if it happened to you! So what's with the ladies lately? Where's all the animosity coming from? Is mother nature on her period and making all you vaginas feel her wrath? Or are you too simple to open your eyes, possibly step outside of your little box and see what's really going on? And no, I'm not talking about ALL ladies, I'm talking about the simpletons I've come across lately. Boys, you're not off the hook. You're retards, too. I'm an equal opportunist hater.

P.S. I love your faces.

P.P.S. I had a home cooked gourmet dinner that included amazing ceviche at a friends after. We laughed so much it hurt. Be jealous.

Tutti

2009-10-13T17:24:00.000-06:00

What's up, my peeps? It's 1 a.m. on a Friday night/Saturday morning and I thought I'd share kickass music with you. If you don't like any of it, keep it to yourself, pecker wad.

"Maps" by Rogue Wave - This a Yeah Yeah Yeahs cover and it's fanfuckingtastically pretty.

"Technologie" by Wax Poetic - Yes, it's spelled Technologie. I'm normally too busy day dreaming to pay attention to lyrics, but these ones speak volumes.

"Wasting My Time" by Boomkat - How the hell did I forget about this song for so long? You know why? Because fucking iTunes lost is somehow! Epic FAIL. Holy crap I love this song all over again.

"Inside My Love" by Minnie Ripperton - I'm pretty sure Mariah Carey would be like "oh, no she din't. Oh yes, she did! Long before you existed. And with soul, baby.

"2wicky" "Inhaler" and "Eden" by Hooverponic - Love, love and love.

"Big Log" by Robert Plant - I know, I know. Way to change it up all outta nowhere. If you know me and my eccentric taste in music, then this shouldn't be surprising. If you don't, surprise!

"Deep Blue You" by 8mm - It's their new track and it's fire, bitches! They don't cease to blow me away.

"Mad World" (cover) by Adam Lambert - I don't watch American Idol, but damnit, this cover is fucking sweet.

"KyMani Marie" by Anita's Music - Thanks to DezLove for turning me on this one. Your everyday source for top notch hip hop! ;)

"Already Gone" by Kelly Clarkson - BUT, the live/acoustic performance she did on Letterman. Love.

Alright, let's really switch it up... Wooh! Just might blow yer head off!

The entire "Legendary Country Singers" album by George Jones - Seriously. I love this album and it gets a lot of regular play. Could be the mood, but it's still the good stuff.

"Nobody In His Right Mind Would Have Left Her" by George Strait - He wasn't in his right mind, now, was he?

"You Win, I Win, We Lose" by Kenny Chesney - So true. (I still win. S.r.s.l.y.)

"Holes in the Floor of Heaven" by Steve Wariner - I got nothing. Just listen.

"After the Fire is Gone" "As Soon As I Hang Up the Phone" and "She's Got You" by Loretta Lynn - After The Fire Is Gone = cheaters! But she makes it sound okay, but it's NOT. Damnations.

"When I Call Your Name" by Vince Gill w/Patty Lovelace - I think it jerks a tear everytime I hear it. What a candy ass, huh?

"Only You (Can Break My Heart)" and "Together Again" by Buck Owens - Wanna slow dance all close 'n stuff? In all our shitkicking glory?

"For My Broken Heart" by Reba McEntire - We've all been there. Or here. We can relate, right? RIGHT?!

"The Great Divide" by Tim McGraw - He sings that sad song about don't take the girl, too. Good stuff from this farmer.

"A Chance" by Kenny Chesney - I seriously heart this song.

"Your Cheatin' Heart" "You Win Again" and "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" by Hank Williams - More close slow dancin'? This time with a flask full of Whiskey?

Alright, that's about enough of that. I don't even own cowgirl boots! Or chew. Weak sauce.

Stay tuned (probably in another year) for a post with them killer oldies or rockabilly moods! The rockstar, hardcore, punk (I do, too know these genres!) in me will be back someday... Today, is not that day. Trip-hop, country, rockabilly and oldies. FANTASTIC! Oh and singer/songwriter. And folk. And Americana. And reggae. And... Yeah, rock 'n motherfuckin' roll. It didn't leave. It's just chillin' and waiting for the right time to make an appearance. I'm just chillin' lately is all! Okay, I'm tired. Night.

P.S. It is now 2 a.m. This took me a freakin' hour! You best go listen to at lease one song on this bad boy!

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2009-02-20T19:17:00.001-07:00

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Vroom Vroom

2008-12-07T02:27:00.003-07:00

Last year the Rio Rancho Toy Run had a turnout of roughly 5,000 bikes. That means the people are near double that because you have all the girlies on the back. I was excited to go for my first time this year. We all met up at my boyfriends brothers house in Rio Rancho where they had made breakfast for everyone that showed up. There was a good turn out there at his house. There were as many crotch rockets as there were cruisers. I was so excited because my brother went with us, too. His Chopper is still getting worked on (it's gorgeous!!) but he had his crotch so he took that. He worried that he'd be the only crotch there, but I assured him that it's not at all like that.

So, anyhow, we all leave together to the Run and there are already what seems like thousands of people there. We park, we walk to where you donate the toys and/or food you've taken and then you just hangout and wait for the ride through the city to the vendors and beer. We walk through each isle checking out the bikes and saying hi to acquaintances. Finally everyone starts getting on their bikes and it's time for the ride. It's police escorted and any street we ride down is blocked off. There are people pulled over waving and smiling with their cameras in hand. The news is at all different corners of the streets. It's awesome to see the excitement to see the kids reaction when you wave back at their excited little faces. The ride itself is absolutely gorgeous. As you're going up one hill, you look back and see all the bikes behind you. It seems to be never ending. As you get over the hill and look ahead, the never ending line is also in front of you. The mountains are off to the East, the desert surrounds you, and that day the weather was perfect.

So we're driving, the guys are messing around being big dorks and then someone says something happened. We look back and realize that all of our friends have pulled over. So we turn around in anxiousness and haul ass over there to see what's happened. Thank God everyone was okay and one of those dummies RAN OUT OF GAS! Because I mean, who would put gas in their motorcycle when their going to a city outside of theirs and then on a bike run? So we are all pulled over and they're getting gas out of one of the other bikes. As they're doing that I start to record those passing by with my NEW $180 Nikon digital camera. The other girls walk up behind me and we're just waving at people and I'm recording. I eventually turn to our group (about 20 or so bikes) of people and say sarcastically "Oh, and us? Us? We ran out of gas!" So everyone starts laughing and waving at the camera as I'm taking steps back to fit them all in... And I KNOW that the last bike was my brothers but all of a sudden I'm flying a good two-feet in the air, full back somersault over the front wheel of a bike onto desert. Desert has stickers. And dirt. And then my ass implanted in it. While all these badasses on bikes watched and laughed their asses off. And those that saw ran to tell the others. Was I embarrassed? I mean, why would I be? I'm all badass on the back of a Chopper with a group of badasses on killer bikes while thousands of people drive by on theirs and watch me flip over like a freaking jackass. My arm was in serious pain for a couple of days, the tattoo hid most of the brusies, I got most of the stickers out, and I broke my camera the first real time I took it out to use it. And yes, it's all on video. Only you can't see me fall, you only see the camera throw a killer somersault. Luckily, my boyfriend didn't deny me and was still okay admitting I was his girlfriend. Because had it been him, I'd have told them some weird guy who fell in front of the world was bugging me. I can't wait for the next run. :/

It's a Free Ride When You've Already Paid

2008-12-02T04:18:00.004-07:00

I swear God has a sense of humor. I kid you not. And right now he's sitting up there laughing his ass off at me. I said the next guy I dated would love the kind of music I love. I said he wouldn't have a jealous bone in his body. I said he would love all the world like I do. And he'd love to dance and we'd dance forever on nights when we went out.

My boyfriend... Well, he thinks my musical taste is "weird" and "emo" and ")insert vulgar language here)." What's the one kind of music I liked but didn't really listen to? Country. Ask me. I dare you. Ask me what he listens to. COUNTRY. We both like the OG stuff like Hank Williams and Loretta Lynn and all those cool cats, and I don't even mind the Garth Brooks and George Strait and stuff, but that is ALL he listens to. At least for the most part. We can agree on oldies and at times main stream hiphop, but he just can not stand what I like. No Ryan Adams, no Yeah Yeah Yeahs, no Dredg, no oldschool, nada. AGH! I can listen to just about anything and find something to appreciate about it, but him, he can't. So country it is. I know the words to Troubador and then some! And I love Brooks and Dunn, I don't care WHAT you say, but God PLEASE help me! Seriously, I'm all twanged out right now. Oh, and he likes rock and it just so happens to be the kind I don't really care for. It's heavy and metal and old or something. I don't know, but I don't care for it. However, we both love rockabilly and spend our free time listening to local bands and watching all the greasers dance to it while we drink our PBR.

Oh, and is he jealous? IS HE JEALOUS? I mean, why wouldn't he be? Everybody in all the world wants me right?? WRONG! Tell him differently though. I dare you! God forbid if I glance at a boy because OH. MY. GOD. I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM.

Does he love all the world? NO. Does he hate all the world? No. But, he trusts no one. Does he dance? Of course not! Don't be silly.

We have NOTHING in common. Nothing. Other than we like tattoos. And we DO NOT like the same kind of tattoos. Mine are "hippy." And because of them and because of how I get along with everyone and the glass is half full, damnit, I've rightfully earned the name "Moonflower." It works.

He bought me a really nice pocket knife. A sweet Kershaw. The Scallion series. WHAT the fuck was he thinking? ;)

I love him. Peace, man.

I Stuck My Foot in My Mouth

2008-10-19T05:47:00.002-06:00

But at least I get pedicures, right?

So yeah, when I started posting again I was saying how I loved the single life more than anyone in all the world could ever love the single life and well, I've now been seeing someone for the last almost five months. FIVE months. Exclusively. I guess that's not just "seeing" then is it? And he's everything I never wanted and then some! *heart flutter* It's been one hell of a ride though, lemme tell you. It's moved fast and the five months seems like 2 years, but it's all good because... Well just because. I forgot how freakin' hard relationships are. They're a bitch. I guess it just depends whether all that hard stuff is worth the good stuff. And in this case... I've wondered at times and was so unsure it has made me nuts, but as of the late, sticking around has seemed to pay off. And I know that there will be more hard times, I just hope that I'm not quick to bail out on them because had it not been for him stopping me from doing just that, it would have already been done, but I'm glad he didn't let me go because it's been good lately. Real good. God I'm lame!

"Jenn is listed as in a relationship"

2008-08-05T01:40:00.003-06:00

You change your status in Facebook and it tells all the world.

Turn the Page

2008-07-17T05:00:00.003-06:00

Why is it that some people never let stuff go? And by stuff, I mean nothing. How could someone hold on to nothing? Especially if that nothing makes you so crazy! People amuse the living shit outta me.

So this weekend is the Fire and Ice bike run and I really wanna go. Problem is, the person I ride with is going on Friday and I can't go 'til Saturday. It's only about 45 minutes from here, but my car needs a new battery, which I've procrastinated on and unless I get someone to tune-up my car (plugs, wires, etc) and put in the new battery, I'm not taking the chance. But, damnit! I really wanna go.

I hadn't realized it'd been that long since I posted. I haven't been online in a cool minute. My brother recently had one of his kidney's removed as he was diagnosed with cancer last month. Anyhow, I took some time off for that and I'm not sure why because he ended up acting like a dick head and I didn't even get to see him while he was in the hospital. Although, I did watch his girls while he was in surgery. Oh, and he's doing okay before you ask. The doctors forgot to remove the jerk from him when they took out the kidney. I curse thee, doctor!

My iPod Nano 8 gig was stolen from me. Right from my room. In my house. Where I live. It was a Christmas gift and I've still no heart to tell the person whom gave it to me that it was stolen. It's been a few weeks. I had finally gotten over it, or so I thought and today it was on my mind again and saddened me. I bought a 30 gig that I decided wasn't going to fulfill my needs so I ended up going back and getting an 80 gig. I love, love, love it! But, for some reason, it's just not my Nano. At all. My Nano was my prized possession along with my Bose docking station and Mac lappy. My Bose docking station which somebody decided to use and either dropped or picked up wrong because I noticed a part of it is loose. Whomever stole it, karma is a motherbitch. And whomever touched my Bose, I will bite your fucking hands off if I find out.

Guess what? Douche snozzle sounds like douche nozzle!

I swear I'm never growing up.

Ghostwriter

2008-07-01T02:03:00.006-06:00

The other day I was talking to a friend about music. He's more a hip-hop lover than he is anything else from what I gather. Anyhow, he told me about an "artist" called Mad Skillz. Why is artist in quotes you ask? Good question. Apparently Skillz is what they call a ghostwriter. He writes lyrics sells them to artists. Hmm. . . Interesting I thought. I started to research this cat (yeah, I said cat) Skillz and he has allegedly written lyrics for artists such as P. Diddy, Snoop Dogg, Bow Wow and then some.

I had heard of ghostwriters but never really looked into it. There is video on youtube of some of Skillz work. It's him singing/rapping. He's basically putting some of the artists he's done work for on blast. Now, I'm not huge on lyrics because I'm too freaking A.D.D. but I listened to what he had to say and well, he's saying that these artists don't pay up and all kinds of other stuff. What? P. Diddy didn't pay you? Hmm. . . So I ask my friend, "Dude, why wouldn't P. freaking Diddy pay this guy?" It was a bad day financially for him or he's just been busy? So I start questioning the credibility of artists. Not just the artists Skillz claims to have written for, but all artists. If someone is writing for them, why not give credit where credit is due? Oh, I know, you're all thinking 'yeah right!' That would mean they aren't artists. So then I wondered, "Well, why doesn't Skillz just put out his own stuff?" Then I listened and I figured it out pretty quick. His vocals are nothing special and I couldn't even tell you if his lyrics are, but according to the hip-hop community he's got skills in that department.

Anyhow, I was kinds disappointed to think about how maybe some of my favorite artists don't do their work. I mean, of course this isn't news, I've just not actually sat there and thought about it many times. I mean, I have a friend who can sing. I mean, this girl can rip it! Mostly like Mariah Carey stuff, but she can tear it up. And I KNOW she couldn't put down a beat or melody if her life depended on it. That's fine, she's a singer. Is it so wrong that someone who could write does write for someone who can sing? Then the sadness of thinking that there are artists who do that went away. Who cares? Unless they are saying that it's theirs when it's not, then I see nothing wrong with it. Snoop Dogg has openly admitted to using ghostwriters. As a matter of fact, not too long ago I saw him on TV talking about how his next album would be done by a bunch of them. He was gonna do something like let anyone send stuff to him and if he liked it for him, he'd use it. I think it's a sweet idea so long as the credit is given where it's due.

I Want a Lover I Don't Have to Love

2008-06-23T23:44:00.002-06:00

So I always seem to be confronted with the quesion, "Don't you get lonely?" And unless I'm feeling like a smartass my answer is usually something like 'just because you're alone, doesn't mean you have to be lonely.' I have now been single for about 7 years and had one short lived relationship in-between. And I can't tell you just how much I love it. I admire couples that are in love and it brings a smile to my face when they're being all cute and cuddly and all that other gay stuff, but I'm totally okay not having that. Because lemme tell you, when I see a couple fighting it triggers something in me that is just like 'oh hell no!' I would not deal with that. It seems like 95% of the time when a couple is fighting it's about the stupidest smallest shit ever and I just do not have the patience to deal with that and I smile then and tell myself I love being single.

One of the deal breakers for me is jealousy. Jealousy and I don't play well. I mean, we all get jealous, but gahdamnit, control that shit. Don't freak out because some guy looks at your girl. Smile because you're the one with her and it's a reminder that she's got something to look at. Don't freak out because your guy notices a girl, sorry to bust your bubble, but you aren't the only pretty girl on the planet. Hell, I point them out. I'll be like "damn, son! Did you see her?" It only makes it less uncomfortable for him to look. Then give him a kiss and let him know you're cool. And WHY oh why do guys think that if girls don't act on their jealousy it means they don't care? I don't care if all the hot waitresses at Hooters or The Library know you. I'm not gonna hang all up on you to let them know you're with me or I'm with you. That's YOUR job, thankyouverymuch.

Oh, and I don't think "planning" to be with someone is a good idea either. Like, "Hey, OMG let's be boyfriend and girlfriend!" Umm, no. That just happens. Like one day you realize that you just don't want to see anyone else and it doesn't feel right. And that's when you know.

Anyhow, I'm rambling (how unusual, I know) and I was just thinking, when it's supposed to happen, it will. So to those who are always telling me how they're lonely and sad, go slit your wrist. I KID! I KID!! Dude, quit focusing on it and have fun with your friends, family, with LIFE. Think about it, no one to answer to, no one to question you, you can leave the state when you want and do what you want while you're gone and then go home and do what you want there, too, talk to all the boys/girls you your little heart desires and all kinds of shnazzy stuff. If that makes me selfish, well then so be it, I admit it, I am selfish.

P.S. The title of my blog is a song by Bright Eyes that's the bees knees. Go get it.

Return of Jihad. . . Or Jenn.

2008-06-17T03:19:00.003-06:00

Shnazzy title, eh? I sound all mighty and important. Too bad nobody reads this anymore. I decided to stop doing the other internet stuff I do and get back to blogging. Going over old posts and comments made me want to be there, or here again. I guess I'll have to bust my arse to get back there. I'm excited and I plan and hope on keeping this beast up and running.

Quick update: I'm still single and good Lord I love every second of it. I'm still working sorry hours at my job but thank jeebus partying can be a thing any night of the week now days. My son is getting older which is making me older and I just might ground him when he turns 10 this year. Yeah, I said 10. Where DOES the time go? I now have a 1/2 sleeve tattoo because I can't stop getting tattoos. Music still rules my world but I no longer just dance to it. My son and I have invested in guitar lessons. He's better than I am, but if you tell him I admitted that, I'll punch you in your jugular. I have been back in the gym religiously for a while now and it just might give me a fathead, but gahdamnit I work hard for this fathead.

This will be considered my first post in the blog world of '08. I'm gonna go check out what I've been missing and I assume it'll take me 45 months so wish me luck!

Ciao, bitches!

Forgive Me, For I Have Sinned

2008-03-02T22:23:00.001-07:00

I was asked whether I'd be bloggin again or not... Sources say... I just don't know. Man, I miss it so much. I just can't seem to get my mojo back. I've tried, but it's just not there. I think also, that I remember how much time I spent blogging and reading blogs and wow, it was a lot of time. We shall see.

I just drove 6 hours into town and had to come straight to work. Joy!

Hope you are all well! Moreso, I hope you all didn't forget about me!

Happy Freakin' 2008!

2007-12-31T06:48:00.000-07:00

I took Saturday off for UFC 79 "Nemesis" and it rocked so fucking hard!! (Yes, I took off for the fight and not for Christmas or the New Year.) LIDDELL won by unanimous decision!! Ciao, Wanderlei! Oh. My. God. I didn't realize until Saturday how important these fights have become to me. My heart was pounding! I was one happy girl and that is very much an under-statement.

Georges "Rush" St. Pierre took the interim welterweight title just like I said he would. This was a rubber match and his last win against Hughes was via armbar and it's how he took this win. He will now beat Serra to a pulp sometime next year for the title.

I've never bet on any fights, but I bet $10 x2 on Liddel and $10 on St. Pierre. Woot!

It had to be Liddell's win. It just did. That impostor that fought Jardine has left the building. He was in so much better shape than his last fight and he was very focused. He was ready. And he did it... WITH GUNS BLAZIN', baby!!

For you that doubted Liddell. . .

SUCK ON THAT, BITCHES!

I Was Nice

2007-12-26T00:43:00.000-07:00

So Christmas has come and gone. It was nice. I got so much stuff this year, it's crazy. Normally I don't get very much and this started about 9 years ago when I had my son. I am in awe of the wonderful things I got from my loved ones. Here's what I got.

* $500 to put towards my new MacBook from Mom and Grandma.
* A really cool blowdryer (mine broke) and a pretty blouse from my son.
* iPod Nano Black 8 gig from Andrea engraved with "In my friend, I find a second self."
* A MacBook and Bose speaker docking station for my iPod and 3 pair stilettos from me.
* SuperBad uncut and a ticket to see Coheed and Cambria and Linkin Park in March from Mario. Linking Park is the headliner, but I'm stoked to see Coheed.
* Some killer stilettos, 2 pair of jeans, a blouse, earrings and a robe from my sister-in-law and brother.
* Some nice RCA headphones from my other brother.
* A snowglobe that lights up different neon colors, has a skull in it and bats when you shake it and a bluetooth mouse for my MacBook from Jordan and Diana.
* A Victoria's Secret bag with Love Spell body spray, shower gel and lotion from Paul, Bridgette and Jacob.
* A bathroom kit with lotion, body gel, scrunchy and other stuff from Elvina (Paul's mom).
* A little pedicure set from a co-worker.

And I think that about covers it. That's juts INSANE. I couldn't be more grateful or thankful. I am just lucky to even have these people in my life and in my sons.

My son got so much stuff I wouldn't even know where to start! He did however get 2 Guitar Hero III's for the Wii (that I got him in Sept. for his birthday). I got him one of those, 3 games for the Wii and a toothbrush that plays a Van Halen song when he brushes. I think it's Van Halen. Oh yeah, we will not leave the room because we will be pwning Guitar Hero!

Spent Christmas Eve with the family after I woke up (worked the night before). Came to work that night, work up Christmas day and spent it with friends. I hope you guys had a Christmas as great as I did.

I need a new damn template!!

Jenn + Alcohol = Over

2007-12-17T00:55:00.000-07:00

I've been partying now for about 6 years. Funtimes and many a memories, but I think I'm done. It's been probably about 6 months now since I've been not really wanting to do the party thing. I basically make myself go when I do go now. Maybe it's denial that I'm actually done with my partying daze. Besides that, I had my first real hangover this weekend and fuck all that. I've never been the type to get sick while drinking or hungover. A minor headache here and there, maybe a little bit going on in the stomach, but nothing some IBuprofen and some liquids and food couldn't fix. This time, death was upon me. It was ROUGH. Everyone is saying, "you'll drink again." Why would I subject myself to that?! And another thing (which I'm embarrassed about), the last 3 times I drank, I blacked out. That is not common. At all. Apparently I don't do anything crazy or act outlandishly, and no one even knows until I mention it the next day. I've come to the conclusion that I'm getting old! Some of my friends say it's because I'm "in my peak." Thirty is the age, give or take a few years. And peak doesn't necessarily mean sexual. It does however mean a girls hormones go a little crazy. So maybe there's some kinda chemical reaction with my crazy hormones. And no, I'm not an emotional twat. Well, not usually. And I think when I am it is within reason.

Anyhow, RIP Drunken Daze/Days. The stories will be told for generations to come. From now on, it's a social drink here and there. I'm sure I'll have a drunk moment once in a while, but no longer will it be anything often. And often before was a couple times a month and even that's too much. I don't even like partying anymore. I have more fun sitting at my friends house playing Guitar Hero.

P.S. Liddell vs. Wanderlei Dec. 29th. Mark your calendars. On the same card, a rubber match - Hughes vs. St. Pierre. It's going to be a good fucking night because Wanderlei will be seeing stars; And St. Pierre will be the new welterweight champ.

SO. . .

2007-12-09T02:04:00.000-07:00

I was gonna change my template, but MACINTOSH IS A MOTHERFUCKER. I mean, not a mean motherfucker, just a motherfucker. I like Mac, it's shnazzy and it's actually very simple if you know what you're doing. Know what you're doing being the key words. Jordan finally helped me today and I learned a lot, but there is still ever so much to learn. God give me patience. I remember downloading something on Windows and actually knowing how to "work it" after it downloaded. The good ol' days. Anybody got Mac skills? You should email me and then we should exchange IM info and then you should help me with this bad boy and then we can become BFF's. Someone help my lost soul.

Isn't it Unique?

2007-12-02T04:02:00.000-07:00

So, I was thinking that it's time for a new template. Whaddya think?

I'm here on my NEW MACBOOK at work. Yup, I got a new lappy, bitches. I have NO idea what to do with a Mac and I love every second of it. The best part is it picks up internet here at work. Wooo!

Andrea got me an 8 gig iPod Nano for Christmas. Engraved on the back is "In my friend, I find a second self." You should be jealous that I have a friend like that.

Guess what?? I PAID OFF MY CAR. After 5 grueling years, I own it. $650 a month. Yeah, I'm an idiot, but it's too late to tell me that now so bite me.

I don't know if I posted that I have a new niece, so here it is, I have a new niece. That makes FIVE nieces. She was born on my sons birthday. How rad is that? Oh, an my sons dad has his third kid in the making. After two boys, he's finally having a girl. Together, he and his girlfriend will have four kids. They are going to have SO much fun! Oh, and guess what he's naming her? Unique. Guess where he got that name? Well lemme tell you. When I was pregnant it was the name we'd picked for a girl. Yup, that was my sons name to be had he been a girl. And his girlfriend who hates me with all her heart and soul doesn't know it's a name that he and I picked together. She's gonna be so ecstatic when she finds out. Anyone remember my first ever online screen name on Yahoo form like 6 years ago? It was unique02001. Guess where I got that? It's good stuff. Good stuff indeed.

It's good to be back. I know, I know. I've been coming back forever now, but this time I got a new lappy and some high-speed internets. Chigitty check it!

I Slack, Therfore I Am

2007-11-21T18:50:00.000-07:00

Yours truly is in the process of purchasing a new laptop. I have been shopping and will make the purchase soon. I just need to find what's right for me. When said laptop is in my possession, I will also get high-speed internets. That means my rat in a wheel can then become a pet versus my connection that is dial-up. And when that happens, posting will be an enjoyment rather than a burden.

Wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving! I am thankful for many things! All I need now is world peace. *tear*

Radiohead says 'screw you labels!'

2007-11-01T20:32:00.000-06:00

Radiohead will be offering its newest album by digital download, allowing fans to pay whatever they think is a fair price for their newest 10 songs. The band will allow users to pay a minimum of 1 pence (plus a 45p credit card processing fee) to download the In Rainbows album from the band’s web site.

Given the band is no longer under contract with a label, they are free to distribute their own music how they best see fit. By cutting out the middle man (iTunes, Amazon MP3, etc.), they can charge fans much less to enjoy their music. The band had previously been with EMI for their last album, which was released in 2003.

Radiohead has never made their music available on iTunes, and it now appears they never will.

- Mashable

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So, it's as Steve Isaacs said, historical move by a great band. I've only seen everyone saying they got it for free, because you can... I just got it and I opted to pay $10 bucks for it. Not only because I want the album, but because I think what they're doing is freakin' great.

I'm just listening to it and so far so good!

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Here's some discussion about it...

Chrissy: "hopefully others will follow suite...ms?"

Daniel: "They're releasing the record as a CD in a few months time on an independant label.

It's been nothing more than a marketing gimmick."

Donna: "Way to rain on everyone's parade Daniel.
I should get this CD. Maybe when I get paid."

Daniel: "Well, i don't like Radiohead so meh (i do like the 'pay what you want' idea though. i just don't like how they always intended to release it on CD anyway and were essentially just doing this as a numbers experiment with a back up plan to make sure that the sales still come)

If they actually had a spine, they'd do it like Saul Williams and Trent Reznor have with SW's new album.

More info, plus a download link, can be found here - http://www.niggytardust.com"

Jenn: "I don't think it's a gimmick. They've said on the site where you get the download that they'd be releasing a boxset all along. And of course they're gonna release something for sale. You know everyone and their mother is going to pay, oh, nothing for the download. They gotta make their money somehow. And they are opposite the artists who bitch about people downloading. And I say, rock that independant label!"

Kristen: "And I think it's more about the statement than anything. I sense this out of Dave (Navarro) at some point."

Jenn: "It's a huge statement, too. I'm hoping it is a revolution of some kind and the labels start getting scared and realizing they've done fucked up. OR, just leave the labels to Britney and all those kinda people. Besides, everyone is starting their own labels nowdays. It's already happening. I think Radiohead just took it one step farther. Whether or not you like Radiohead, they are a very popular band and coming from them, it's a statement not to be missed. We know just about any label would sign them. They can still sell the shit out of their albums. And from the reviews I've read, people are liking this one."

Kristen: "It just makes sense. A big part of the reason why people stopped buying music was because they refuse to pay out the ass for a single CD. So why not have the people pay what they want? The $10 that Jenn gave is reasonable, and they'd sell so many more copies that way."

Jenn: "Right. I'd say I usually spend at LEAST 15 bucks for a CD and even up to 20 plus at times. I thought 10 bucks for a new Radiohead CD was a steal. Given there is no artwork, etc. But I paid the 10 bucks strictly to support the statment as I could have gotten a CD I wanted for free, from the band themselves. Not pirating it."

Another thing I'm thinking is that if this worksout as I hope it does, musicians will be able to sell their music for less as they will be keeping all the profits. I see it as working for them as well as the fans.

Prom King

2007-10-29T17:38:00.000-06:00

My son turned 9 this year and guess what he got on his birthday? A new
cousin. He was so excited. He's so grateful for everything. My son is
the best and don't you ever forget it.

So, being that he turned 9, that means he's got what? Four years before
he's a teenager. Now here's the thing, right... I don't like teenagers
aka high school kids. I didn't like them when I was one and I don't like
them now. Man, they are the biggest douchebags on this here planet. I'm
sure they are just as big of douchebags on Pluto and Saturn, too,
however.

Anyhow, the minute my son acts high school, he and I, we're going toe to
toe. I love him more than life itself, but seriously, can I really
endure having a high school kid in my care without my brain popping out
my skull? I think not. And by then he'll be stronger than me so I'll
have to turn up the Ice Mom moniker.

Now don't get me wrong here, I'm not gonna be the uptight mom who
freaks when he brings home a girl for the first time, or freaks when I
find out he had his first swig of alcohol and partied like it was 1999
for the first time. That's all fine and dandy with me. I mean, we all
did it, right? I sure had my fun. Hell, I'm still having my fun. I'm
only 28 for freakin' sake. But, I just can't do the high school thing.
How they think they're so cool and know everything and oh man it's all
about impressing everyone and everything. And they are SO caught up in
cliques. It's all cliché, no?

I got along with everyone when I was in school, but I didn't like them.
The kids I did hangout with went to a different high school and when we
did hangout it was during non-school hours so the impressing and all
that jazz had already passed with that part of the day. So it all
worked out in my favor.

The day I transferred out of public school and into an alternative
school, I didn't tell anybody. In order to get in to that school you
had to call everyday just to show that you wanted in. And if you were
still in school they accepted you sooner than those not in school
trying to get in. I had to get a release from all my teachers, too. One
didn't want me to go, but I begged and pleaded and threatened that if
she didn't sign I would tell everyone I learned about my prostitution career
while in her class. The day I had to have them sign I made sure I had
them do it during other periods this way I had less of a chance running
into class mates. Until this day I run into people from school and they
ask me why I dropped out and what I'm doing with my life. I assure them
that I graduated in '97 when I was supposed to, have a, what I consider
decent career and I left that day because 'I didn't like you or what's
her name, that one ghetto girl and that stupid jock guy, either!' Such a
weight off my shoulders everytime. And then I make sure they know that
was all then and how it's so nice to see them all grown up and not
stupid. So far it's went well each time, but I'm waiting for that one
time I get punched in the face and someone says, "That's for hanging
out with nerds, gangsters, jocks and those in between. You fucked up the
rotation back then." Hopefully it's what's her name because then I'll
counter punch verbally saying, "I madeout with your stupid crush back
then, too!"

Anyhow, I hope and pray to God and Allah and Buddah that my son is one
of the high school kids I can tolerate, because I really don't wanna
have to up the Ice Mom and take him out with a Guillottine.

I am Optimus Prime

2007-10-26T04:12:00.000-06:00

It's been so long since I had my computer and internet at home that I've been sitting here for like 8 (maybe 12) hours doing all sorts of funtime internet stuff and in the last few hours TransFormers has been played twice. And my ass hurts. I need a real computer chair.

I was going through old comments and man how in the world did I ever leave the blog world? I laughed my (hurting) ass off. Funtimes were had and if all goes well funtimes will be had. It's great to be back and surprisingly I saw that all kinds of bloggers that I loved to read are still around! RIP to those awesome ones whom left. Even though I think they should get their asses back here.

- Let's see, I am back on graveyard and work weekends. Fabulous schedule for no social life! I mean, who wants a social life?
- I am reading Snow Falling on Cedars.
- My son is my bestfriend. He makes me laugh for days.
- I have been traveling quite a bit!
- I still say bitches and douchebag. And I'll still be saying them when all my teeth fall out and I am chillin' in my Hoveround, so get used to it.
- I did get to see TOOL and NIN in concert along with many more. Both killer shows. Alice in Chains, Army of Anyone, Velvet Revolver, Imogen Heap w/Kid Beyond (sick show) and my mind stops there for now.
- Music is still a huge part of me. I know you didn't think different. Here's some CDs I own and that collection is FAR too short of what I'd like to have. It does my musical jenius no justice! I kid! It does my love for it no justice.
- Wow, this post is lame, too. Hopefully I'll get my mojo back.
- I convinced my equal to get a blog. We are one in the same and we're not even lesbians. You'll love her.
- Didya miss me?
- My ass hurts.

Make Him Smile

2007-10-24T17:47:00.000-06:00

So... Not that any but two people will be reading this (Kurt and Rat), but I am back in the loop of the cyber world and I miss blogging most. So I will be blogging again, bitches! New URL, new name, but I'm not sure about the template. New template?

So, it's been since February since my last post... And so much as happened since then. I am traveling to my hearts content, I am working only 40 hours a week, I fall in love with my son more everyday, old friendships rekindled, long friendships faded, family went through very tough times, we had a new baby (5th niece) on my sons birthday, and four of my other friends also had babies. I guess TV shows this season just weren't good!

Anyhow, this post is boring, but it's my "I'm back" post!

Bitches.

And I Watch You Watch Me

2007-02-10T12:51:00.000-07:00

I saw Flyleaf the other night. I'm seeing Tool soon. I THOUGHT I was gonna go see Norma Jean, but they're coming the same night as Tool. What the hell are they thinking? I'm going to watch Johnny Tapia's last fight and not on TV. I'm going to the WWE live soon, too. I'm going to VA in June with my son if all works as planned. I’ll get to see my two girls (that have my initial tattooed on them, thankyouverymuch), one of which is coming out from the UK (again). My son will get to fulfill his dream of flying as well as seeing the ocean. I’m going to LA in August and hitting Vegas as well. I'm meeting with about 15 of my friends tonight to celebrate my promotion. I am meeting with my sons school for the final outcome about his gifted testing. I pay off my car in November, $40,000 and five years later. That means I get to start house shopping. I no longer drink Bud Light, but drink Negro Modelo, Dos XX Amber and am currently experiencing the world that is foreign beer. Man I'd been missing out!

Did you see the part where I said "celebrate my promotion?" I got the job, bitches!!!

Life is good. Real good.

Bar Lights

2007-01-31T12:21:00.000-07:00

Rage Against The Machine is playing Coachella this year. Now isn't that something? Chris Cornell is working on his second solo. Could this lead to no more Audioslave? I sure as hell hope not, though some solo Chris is never a bad thing and some new Rage material could be exciting.

I am going to see TOOL in March! I hope you're jealous. Myself and five of my guy friends will be there. I can NOT wait. Just a few days after tickets went on sale they are almost sold out. It shall prove to rock me right.

Portishead may finally be releasing some new material after nearly a decade! Now that's some good shit! Although, the track that has been put out there isn't exactly my forte. Check it out.

I am going to the WWE Raw (or maybe it's Smackdown) in March as well. Helloooo John Cena!

I have an interview tomorrow for the specialists/supervisor position. I finally put in for it. Let's see what happens.

My son was tested for the gifted program. I sat down with seven teachers, counselor's and other "big dogs" at a meeting the other day about this. I was so excited that my son was made such a big deal. He may not test at the gifted level, but he is above average. The cut off score is 120, they consider gifted at 130, he tested at 125. The teachers at his school are pushing for him. My son rocks and there's not stopping him!

I went out this Saturday after an hiatus of clubbing. I was pretty much bored for half the time when I decided I wasn't gonna leave there saying I was bored... so I got drunk. I had a good time!

I pay off my car this year. You know what that means? I get to put the furniture I want in the house I'll be getting!

On Friday, my job paid me my hourly rate of pay to go get drunk. They even supplied the alcohol. I love my job.

It's so good to see you guys posting and commenting! If I get this new position, I should have some more "play time."

In Honor Of...

2007-01-15T10:04:00.000-07:00

... Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., please slap the first white person you see.

I Need My Mojo Back

2007-01-10T09:02:00.000-07:00

... Hooked on the XBox. Gears of War and Call of Duty 2 rock my socks. Mike and I have been playing co-op on Gears of War and I've been playing Live on Call of Duty. It just doesn't get any better.
... Playing Resistance, Fall of Men on the Playstation 3, which also rocks my socks. I pretty much suck at Live because all these gamers smoke me, but I still give them a run for their money. Not really, but I am better at this than Call of Duty.
... We are supposed to go snowboarding in Durango this weekend, but apparently they have had some avalanches. We might have to hit Sandia and/or Santa Fe instead. Although, putting my son in classes was to be the highlight in Durango.
... My clutch gave out. It was only 800 bucks to get it fixed. Chump change. I wasn't stressed out at all. (Motherf*@!&r)
... Best show of last year, Imogen Heap was up there with Nine Inch Nails. I took my friend Chris and he described one of the songs as "orgasmic." Kid Beyond opened for her, but they also collaborated on a few of her songs and they just blew it out of the water. It was fucking awesome to say the least. If you haven't seen what Kid Beyond does, hit him up on youtube.com.
... I am seriously obsessed with Ryan Adams. Like seriously. He is amazing and his music just kinda grabs me by the booboo. I'm also obsessed with DJ Reggie aka Ryan Adams, The Shit aka Ryan Adams, Warren Peace aka Ryan Adams, and Werewolph aka Ryan Adams. He's been in rare form as of the late and that's not a bad thing. I'm currently in the process of owning as many possible bootlegs alla Ryan as possible as I pretty much own all of what has been released. He has so much out there, it's hard to keep up... or to catch up nonetheless. His fans have compiled what they titled the Bedhead Series. It is roughly 19 albums of all that is Ryan. If you can get your hands on them, do it. If you can't and want to, let me know. He's supposed to drop a few albums this year. Yes, a FEW. I can't wait to add them to my Ryan shrine.
... I also got somewhat carried away into the world that is 30 Seconds To Mars. It's good stuff, though all the crazy little guys out there have taken it to another level with them. Thank you, MTV! (Bitches)
... One of my favorite CD purchases in '06 would be Catch Without Arms by Dredg along with Tool's 10,000 Days of course.
... I watched Gladiator again the other night for the 20,000th time. It just doesn't get old, I tell you.
... I read so much now I think my eyes might pop out of my head. I realized, too that it's getting pretty pricey buying all these books. I like to own those that I read so the library isn't in question. What's a girl to do? I did however get two books and a gift card with $30 bucks to Barnes N Noble for Christmas. Oh, and I got two CD's, too! (Thank you both. You know who you are. You rock.)
... Speaking of which, that Damien Rice CD is some good stuff. The song 9 Crimes is gorgeous and he rocks Me, My Yoke, and I.
... Okay, this post is boring, but I've forgotten how to post, so cut me some slack and give me a chance to get back into the groove of things.

Someone Give Mother Nature a Tampon

2007-01-04T12:03:00.000-07:00

So... we always want a white Christmas... guess what? We got one. BUT CHRISTMAS IS OVER NOW! We don't need anymore snow. I know it's been a while, dear Mother Nature, but we're good. Really. We like it better when you make it snow and then melt it the next day, leave it in the mountains to sled or the skii resorts. We like it that way!

We had a snow storm a couple weeks ago and the snow is just still here. It's not even pretty anymore. It's all dirty and black and just frozen. It's not even slushly. No one did fuck all for New Year's Eve because there was so much fog (vapor) the visibility was about 50 yards. We are freezing nuts out here. I like cold, but not when it restricts me. Oh, except for work, they don't give a shit, someone HAS to be here. So we drive in the jacked ass streets to come arrest bad guys. Fuckers.

It's going to be 8 degrees tonight. EIGHT DEGREES! That's NOT NORMAL! But, I get what I asked for, eh? I "hate when it's hot!" Bring on the summer. I can't get in my car in the mornings because the door is frozen shut, I'm gonna end up breaking off the handle. When you take off the window freeze up again after you just got frost bite taking off the frost, when I start my car it sounds like it's giving birth because it's so cold it doesn't know what to do, and I haven't went out in forever it seems! You're killing me, smalls!

Riddle me this, Batman! Why is the rest of the world chillin' in 70 degree weather? Don't get me wrong, the snow was beautiful and I had the cheesiest smile and I was all excited and took all kinds of pictures. But, I'm all done now. AND, the weather man say's we have another snow storm coming. What's he know?!

Anyone wanna come make snow angels with me? Bitches.

And Mexi, yes I was on the East coast. I will be going back again and again... and again. NY is awaiting my presence as is Chicago and Virginia again. Let's not forget Cali. I'll be there as much as I can, too. I love the world.

You Know I Got Inked on the East Coast, Right?

2007-01-01T14:46:00.000-07:00

And just before I left, too. Oh yeah, Happy New Year, you monkey's!

Before I left...

When I got there...

HEY!

2006-12-26T09:43:00.000-07:00

Guess what I found??!! A proxy that lets me blog! Fuck yeah, bitches. It's on! That's a nice little Christmas gift to me, no?

HOPE YOU ARE ALL OKAY!! I'll will post anytime I can now. WOOT!

These Kids Are UNREAL

2006-11-13T14:39:00.000-07:00

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COME POST ON MY GIRLS MESSAGE BOARD!!

2006-10-30T14:12:00.000-07:00

http://z11.invisionfree.com/Biatches_Fo_Lyfe/index.php?act=idx

I'll love you forever!!!!!

Reunited And It Feels So Good

2006-10-26T08:41:00.000-06:00

We've been having way too much fun. The day before yesterday we wrote the city bus (driver's our friend.) Then yesterday we did it again and then went on ride alongs.

So we're sitting in the bus and it's packed and quiet. S (driver) starts singing "reunited and it feels so good" and we go along with it. Only Cristina sings it louder and out of nowhere turns to the bus and says' "Come on EVERYBODY!!" while dancing in her seat. Oh man! This really old lady say's "Will someone tell her to shut up? She's gonna give me a heart attack." When this drunk Indian guy say's "hey, why? Let these beautiful ladies live and be happy!" Then some other guy gets in on the conversation and the whole bus is putting in their two cents. They start talking about how they're hippies and peace goers, how race doesn't matter, how Bush sucks and then there goes the politics. Well... kinda. Mostly they were cracking jokes about... bushes. Not necessarily Bush. The whole time Cristina has this funky ass HUGE smile on her face and wide eyed nodding in agreement with anything they had to say. Then she say's, "Oh my God... These are all my friends! I LOVE my friends!" And I'm sitting there like, "Dude, shut the fuck up, you asshole." But, laughing whole heartedly inside. Some drunk girl got kicked off the bus by the homeless security. She was sitting there telling us how nice we looked and how I had nice hair and how she usually doesn't talk to girls "BECAUSE THEY'RE SCANDALOUS!" We were told a few times how nice we were dressed and how pretty we were. It was flattering.

Then our ride alongs (friends) call and tell us where to meet them so we get off the bus in the midst of the chaos and what happens? Just about the whole bus gets off on that stop. Cristina's like, "I'm scared." Hah! She's a dork. So we hop in our ride alongs cars and off we go. Our first call was a 25 year old who tried to OD on his moms prescription. On the way we get to the train tracks and guess what? We hear ding, ding, ding and see light flashing. Yup... there comes a train. What does he do? Takes a look, puts the petal to the metal and goes round the gates going down. I shit a brick. Seriously. On that call another friend (officer) of mine showed up along with four paramedics. We stayed until they got the guy on the way to the hospital to have his stomach pumped.

On the next call we had a robbery. Some people walking around got mugged by some other people walking around. The total sum of money stolen... $8.75. Yup... I kid you not.

Then we get a call of another attempted suicide, though the caller stated that the person threaten to kill a cop. Sooo... we get to the area and I get out and umm... next thing I know we're sneaking around a house and they have their hands on their guns! I'm thinking 'OH SHIT!' Oh yeah... and I'm in freaking heels!! The bus ride and ride alongs were not at all planned so we went straight from work. Anyhow, it was a trip to say the least. I'm standing next to an officer on one side of the door, another on the other side, while two go around the back. Weird part is... I didn't even get a rush from it. What the hell is wrong with me?! I think at the moment it's kinda surreal, so you don't really think about it until after the fact.

Oh yeah... and in-between all that we stopped at Knockouts. (What's Knockouts? You figure it out.)

After that we headed home. I'm pretty sure I'm going again today.

Oh yeah... our party turned out nothing short of BAD ASS last weekend! I've had like 4 or 5 KILLER weekends in a row. AND Grandma's doing A LOT better! Still a long way to go, but a lot better. She's taken over my room which is fine by me, so I'm kinda homeless in my house at the moment. Live long and prosper, bitches!

2006-10-19T21:45:00.000-06:00

I just poked my nose and rubbed it on my son. He got me first! And hey, there was nothing on my finger. I'm never growing up.

2006-10-19T21:41:00.000-06:00

I just poked my nose and rubbed it on my son. He got me first! And hey, there was nothing on my finger. I'm never growing up.

2006-10-16T20:13:00.000-06:00

After two killer fucking weekends, my best friend won a dance contest and scored tickets to Def Leppard and Journey. She

2006-10-05T20:12:00.000-06:00

I totally just walked into the mens restroom instead of the womens! Some guy was fixing his hair. . . At freakin' Wal-Mar

2006-10-04T16:48:00.000-06:00

I'm watching Fahrenheit 9/11 and talk about getting my fucking blood boiled.

FREE HUGS

2006-10-03T12:35:00.000-06:00

I love this! http://youtube.com/watch?v=ME06mDKGcy4

Newsweek Censors US Issue

2006-09-28T14:50:00.000-06:00

http://www.truthout.org/docs_2006/092506R.shtml

Editor's Note: Newsweek has scrubbed the cover of its United States edition for October 2, 2006. The cover of its international editions, aimed at Europe and other world regions, has maintained the original title of the story, "Losing Afghanistan." The new cover for the United States edition features photographer Annie Leibovitz and is titled "My Life in Pictures." We offer the European edition cover and story here. - vh/TO

As my someone else said, I'm pretty sure the blood just drained from my face.

2006-09-25T19:01:00.000-06:00

Random Jenn fact: I like the smell of burning weeds.

2006-09-23T10:40:00.000-06:00

Yeah, so I'm about to get ANOTHER tat. . . Just'cause I'm in Virginia.

2006-09-21T22:33:00.000-06:00

I'm in Virginia, bitches!

Riders On The Storm

2006-09-15T19:21:00.000-06:00

So, my last posts have been done either by my cell phone or through email as I am blocked from blogger at work. Actually, not completely blocked. I can read blogs, but I can't read comments or comment unless HaloScan is used. So, basically they think they're funny. AND, my home computer has some kinda STD. It seems curable, but damnit, I ain't got time for that shit. You know what sucks about it? The fact that I wanted to get back into blogging and reading blogs more frequently. Bastards.

Anyhow, I figured since I'm here at my brothers I'd take advantage of their new computer and hi-speed connection and throw down a post.

First and foremost, today is my sons 8th birthday! His school happened to be off today, and in turn left me with no sitter so I had to call in. Works for me! Got to spend the day with just him. It was nice to sit and watch him open his gifts from me with no one else around. At first I gave him three CD's that I'd burned from him from my collection that he likes. Those being, The Beatles "1," the Daredevil soundtrack and a mix he likes to call "rock mix" with anything from Van Halen to the Eagles. He was happy with them. I then gave him a 2nd gift which was his first "real" CD, the Red Hot Chili Peppers "Greatest Hits." He was so excited to see that he had his very own (not burned) CD. I then went to the room and brought out his 3rd gift and he said, "It has to be a radio!" I said, "who do you think I am? You think I can just go around buying radios?" But, in the end he was right. And he was happy that he now has the same radio as me only cooler because his speakers and trim are dark blue and mine are light blue. He refused to trade. I also asked him if I could burn a copy of his CD because I didn't have that one and he thinks he's cooler than me now. I can hardly wait 'til he's 15! We spent the rest of the day hanging out at home and playing with another gift he'd got from my mom. Tomorrow we're having a sleep over for his birthday. I have SEVEN LITTLE BOYS coming over to stay the night! God bless my soul!

I haven't been to any shows lately, but I haven't been to same damn club we always go to and I've been loving it. We have been going any and everywhere we're invited. Whereas, we're usually like, 'nah, we're going downtown.' We're at casino's, get togethers at friends houses, and clubs/bars that are foreign to us. It's been cool, too because there's always at least four of us girls and at times up to 7 and 8. Before it was two of us. We all stay at our friends house and come Sunday morning we leave as is, go eat and cruise around with the top down. I'm telling ya, as is is NOT a good thing. But, I like that they don't care because for the most part, they're all pretty much princesses. It's been SO much fun and I hope it just keeps going!

So, a few weeks ago myself and four of my girlfriends went to watch our first live cage fight. I'm already pretty glued to the TV when there's an Ultimate Fighting match and let me tell you. Being there and seeing it in person is just 100 times better. You get to yell and scream stuff like, "Knee! Your fucking knee!" along with a whole lot of "oh's" and "ah's." Dude, we saw a choke out, we saw a FEW knock outs and we got the luxury of seeing teeth get knocked out by a forehead. Those guys are nuts! But, if they wanna get knocked the fuck out in front of everyone, you're damn straight I'm gonna yell at the top of my lungs. More extreme fights for us to come! Oh yeah, my friends brother fought, too. He lost, but the ref was a dick with that fight as it was the first title fight. Details if you ask.

On Wednesday, I went down to the shop that my artist recently moved to and he gave me a nice, new, awesome tattoo. I love the placement of it! Which is great because I was about to have a heart attack trying to decide where I was gonna put it. I'll share pictures when I get a chance to be around a computer.

On Thursday I'll be catching a flight to Virginia to hang out with two of my fellow TPC fans turned great friends! One of them is coming from the UK and got the same tattoo along with my initial, our other friends and hers, as well as the dates of the time she'll spend in America. The other girl will be getting the tattoo as well along with the initials and date we get there. She'll be getting hers while we're out there with her. I can't wait! I fucking love those bitches!!

Rat, I sent you an email with a song attachment. Did you get it?!
Kurt, hit me with a good Friday random 10 next week. One that'll make me proud.
Treehouse Gang, I miss you guys! Like really really. Don't forget about me!
Phelps, I know you just can't WAIT to see my new tattoo! Patience!
Jen, thanks again for the photoblog. It is SO awesome. I feel all special. YOU are the bomb diggy!
Katie, your post about your sisters 21st was freakin' hilarious!!
Adrian, I see you visiting! Welcome back! How goes it.
Dusty! I wish I could comment on your blog, but I can't. :( I have been visiting. I miss you, too.
Doym, where the fuck you been?
Roadkil, Miranda, Leslie, Jef, Vsqz, Amber (your new pictures HOT), David Amulet, Memphis Steve, Davygrey, Bruce, Detroit Devoid of Funk (you married yet?), Phoenix, Weezel, Martin, Tom, Alice, Nocturnal, Bill, Rooster, Eli, Joe, Johnny Menace (you still come around these parts?) Yesse (I see you), anyone I missed, I will be visiting you all when I can. Well, if it's work appropriate. I can't comment, but know that I'm there in spirit!

You should all drop me an email when you're bored!

2006-09-13T21:28:00.000-06:00

Guess who got fresh ink, bitches?!

Breathe

2006-09-06T11:26:00.000-06:00

Dude, I called Sperm Donor and I said "Hey, do you work today?" He said, "No, why?" I said, "I wanted to see if you could take Damian to his doctors appointment." You know what he say's?! "Do you EVER have him?" I was like "What?!" He repeats himself and I said, "I'm at work, loser." He's like "Loser?!" So I just hung up. Can you believe the fucking nerve on him? He NEVER spends time with him and doesn't give me a gahdamn penny. I never ask for ANYTHING. I know he said that because my son goes to his moms on Saturdays. Are you kidding me?!? I'm freakin' LIVID! I'm so mad I wanna cry. No more Mr. Nice Guy, dickhead. I will own you.

My Son (7 years old) Rocking The Beatles- "Let It Be"

2006-09-05T17:40:00.000-06:00

Let It Be

2006-08-21T13:02:00.000-06:00

My son has learned how to play Let It Be by the Beatles on the keyboard. The other day he was practicing while I listened in the living room. When he's playing, it is extremely rare for me to tell him to turn it down. I just let him play. This day he played once and then went at it a second time. As he was about to finish I was walking into his room to tell him that he'd done a great job and was getting really good. When I got into his room, he was already laying on his bed. He must have laid down the very second he hit that last note. He was laying on his back with his arms under his head... and tears falling down his little cheeks. I was deeply moved. Music had moved my son. Good music at that. He's only seven. I grabbed him and hugged him and although he's almost too big to carry, I picked him up and just hugged him. I asked him if the song had made him feel. He said yes. That same day his dog had gotten ran over and of course it was only a week or so when his grandpa passed away. The music ran through his body while he played that day. I couldn't ask for anything more. It was sad... in a beautiful way.

Volcano

2006-08-07T10:25:00.000-06:00

On fathers day weekend, myself and seven other adults took 13 children to the lake along with four jet skies and a speed boat. The kids were really good and had a blast. The jet skiing was so much fun I managed to go home with bruises the size of my palm on the inside of my calves from riding so hard and so much. But, they were worth it. I am the master of 360's and have gotten pretty damn good at riding the waves created by other boats. I'm also the master of getting really cocky while riding and launching myself off the jet ski. But, that in itself is fun. Well, unless there's no bar to pull yourself up and you're trying 500 times to pull yourself up with only the strength you have in your arms and absolutely no leverage. I mean, this wouldn't be a problem if I was Hulk Hogan, but I can't even do a pull up anymore.

I've also been to my friends cabin a couple times. The first time nine of us went. Her, myself, her husband, and six of our guy friends. The weekend proved to be very entertaining and hilarious. We laughed 'til it hurt. Got a pretty intense game of Truth Or Dare going on sitting around the camp fire which led to faces in cow poop, bug eating, naked serenading and then some. We also went four wheeling in thee ol' jeep. We managed to high center at one point as well as sliding towards the end of a hill and hanging the front passenger tire off the cliff. Talk about shitting a brick.

The second time we took different guy friends and one of them took his sister. That time we took tons of golf balls and hit them with bats and clubs then hunted for them like Easter eggs. I learned how to play Dominoes and I kicked some serious ass. Both times we had some GREAT meals. French toast, eggs, bacon, potatoes and juice for breakfast. Carne adovada, corn on the grill, grilled green onions, potatoes, steaks and then some for lunches and dinners. At one point we shared most embarrassing moments and P had to go use the outhouse. As were still sharing we hear laughter come from the direction of the outhouse so we shine the light there and we see him sitting there in all his glory with a sign behind him that say's "Relief." Apparently he didn't want to miss any stories so he left the door open to see and hear us. Then he yelled for me 'cause he needed toilet paper. I got him the toilet paper and a camera. Freakin' priceless.

A few weeks ago five of us girls got together and went out to a pool hall. We had some appetizers and drinks. We decided we felt all Sex In The City. After the pool hall we headed to The Library. The night was going well until we had a run in with a douchebag and his two little friends. One of his little friends had a big mouth and so one of my girlfriends shut her up while I held her other friend. Well, she was kind of holding me, too. Anyhow, then we got kicked out of stupid IHop for no reason. Okay, well the girls we shut up were with an ex cop who told the workers he was still a cop, who in turn thought they had some kind of 'power.' I told them he was no longer a cop and Little Man Manager still say's he'll escort us out while I tell him I'd like to see either one of them put their filthy paws on me. We left 'cause we wanted to in the end. We were done with the nonsense.

A couple weekends ago my friends came out from El Paso so we rounded up the masses and went out all weekend. We headed downtown at nights and hung around in pajamas chatting it up during the days. It was a fun weekend with lots and lots of friends. We even managed to only have a couple drinks that Saturday night and ALL stayed together. Well, the bar having no AC had nothing to do with it! Okay, it did and the spot we found was right under all the fans, so what? We still stayed together. All 10 of us. That never happens so I'd say it was a break through.

In the past 8 months I've lost three people whom I loved/love dearly. My godfather and uncle, my grandmother and on Sunday I was given the news by my son that his grandpa passed away. He was only 46. He and I were close and I loved him to death. Life really is too short. Live and let live.

Songs I'm obsessing this past week: Damien Rice "Volcano" - Everytime I Die "Children Of Bodom" - Bright Eyes "Lover I Don't Have To Love" Check them out. Some good stuff.

I miss you all.

10,000 Days

2006-06-16T22:14:00.000-06:00

Any Tool fans blogging about? I'm sure there is. It is after all Tool. They are ingenius and you just can't deny those guys their surpassing talent. Whether you like them or not (which, I wouldn't understand not) you at least have to grant them the respect and credit they deserve.

Their new album 10,000 Days is phenomenal. I'm still feeling the initial awe-struck feeling I felt when I first threw it in everytime I hear it. I know many of you have purchased it from Itunes, but I highly suggest you own the actual CD. The artwork is sublime. The entirety of the album just above and beyond. From vocals to beats, lyrics to artwork. There isn't a track I don't love on it.

So, if there are some Tool fans out there that own the CD or have had the opportunity of listening to this album, I came across something interesting today and thought I'd share. It is truly interesting and I am definately intrigued. Myth or not, it is definately an interesting read. I found it through a girl named Amber. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did and have been.

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Alright you Tool fans...check this out. My cousin (a tool fanatic) found this post on the Atlanticrecords message board (I think I'll have to double check my email) and he followed the instructions. Here is the link to hear the finished results. I just listened to it...sounds pretty good to me!

Link

Make sure you read the post below from the guy who figured this craziness out. Pretty nuts people!!!

~Amber

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I don't know exactly how true these may be but it was sure interesting reading.

If you play Viginti Tres then Wings For Marie pt. 1 subsequently, and 10,000 Days at the same time. They match up perfectly creating a sort of enhanced song. (Note that they both equal 11:13 seconds when added up) The synchronization of the 3 combine to make the complete whole version Wings For Marie

Layed out as a mathematical equation, it would read: (Viginti Tres+Wings Pt.1) + 10,000 Days = Wings For Marie

Supporting Details:

Track ..3 - Wings for Marie (pt 1) 6:11

Track ..4 - 10,000 Days(Wings pt 2) 11:13

Track ..11 - Viginti Tres 5:02

The duration for track ..11 is 5:02. Track ..3 is 6:11. If you add those times together, it equals 11:13, the exact duration of Track ..4. At 9:14, the finale of both Wings 1 & 2 should come together to sound as one, and the lyrics in both songs overlap/echo one another (Please forgive this arrogant question/bold suggestion).

The time of the 3 individual tracks include the numbers 6, 11, 13, 5, & 2. 11:13 is the total running time of Wings For Marie. The U.S. release date of the album was 5/2/6. 23 is the number for synchronicity (see Wikepedia entries on 23(numerology), synchronicity). It is also the title of the last track in Latin, Viginti Tres. Wings pt. 1 & 2 synchronize at exactly 9:14. 9+14=23. Viginti Tres is Latin for 23, the track listing could be read as 11. 23. This could also represent the first steps of a Fibonacci sequence: 1,1,2,3.

The artwork for 10,000 Days consists of stereoscopic images. These images are created by using 2 photos that are slighty altered from each other to form one complete picture. Wings For Marie is created by using 2 audio tracks (Wings pt 1 & pt. 2) to form one complete song. The stereoscopic images of the 4 band members all have the number 11 represented in the same section of their pictures on the right side:

Danny - Flower stems represent 11

Justin - Arm holding the bird is pointing towards the 11 visible candles on the table. It is important to note that there are actually 12 candles, 11 visible and 1 hidden.

Maynard - The hands on the clock is pointed at 11

Adam - 11 glass jars on the desk (his right hand points in their direction)

The album cover art is 3 faces that form 1 face. Wings For Marie is 3 separate tracks that form 1 complete track. Cryptic hints such as song titles like Lost Keys, Right In Two and the lyric in the song Rosetta Stoned: "A message of hope for those who choose to listen."

Please note that an official statement has yet to be issued regarding the Wings For Marie theory, or if there really is a puzzle to the 10,000 Days album Users have commented on http://www.toolshed.down.net that upon doing this specific mash up of songs, the final product is hardly a "song", many citing to be flat out awful. It must be noted that with past bands, there have been many, many mashup theories, all of which have proved to be false or purely coincidental.

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Personally, I think the mix works. I like it. As for the theory, I also think it works and I love it. Myth or not, I am intrigued.

1, 2, Skip a Few

2006-06-15T22:07:00.000-06:00

I just bid for day shift. I will continue my schedule. All that bitching to waste. Damnit. At first I thought for sure it wasn't gonna be a choice and when it became one, I wanted graveyard and went for days. That's what I get for thinking, eh?
My son has been taking swimming lessons. He LOVES it. He went up a level right away because he was advanced. Him and my niece both.
Had I flown out this weekend to LA, I could have still seen The Panic Channel live and been in their first video. FUCK!
I tried to stop cussing today, it didn't last but 30 seconds. And what?
I need my next tattoo. It's been far too long.
I fucking miss blogging and moreso I miss bloggers. I'm gonna spam your blogs very soon.
I miss Katie. She doesn't love me anymore. She gets an Ipod and she's too good for me.
I wanna see the ocean. NOW.
I'm reading My Friend Leonard and it's awesome. (Yes I read, Mexi. Punk.)
My leg won't stop itching.
This post is L-A-M-E.
Oh, and I wanna set someone's ass on fire.
My friends fucking rock.
I'm going back to LA.
I polished my toenails black.
I need a new computer and faster connection.
This post got even more lame.

Ciao, bitches.

Son Of A Fucking Bitch

2006-06-13T13:35:00.000-06:00

Back on motherfucking graveyard. I swear shit can't just KEEP going good.

(ONe)

2006-06-10T00:04:00.000-06:00

The weekend of my birthday we went to watch The Da Vinci Code as it was what I wanted. So myself and two of my friends Chris and Sharon went and saw it. I was not disappointed. The book is better but, they mirrored the movie as good as I could hope for.

The following night my friends wanted to do something to celebrate so we went downtown and partied it up. They got me lots of black gifts. It was their decided theme since 95% of the time I'm wearing black. They got me an over-sized cookie cake and had a guitar drawn on it and the candles were black. Fucking rad. I got black polish, eye shadow and flip flops all to go with my bottle of Captain which we sat and killed at the table before the night out. It was a good turn out and many more people than I expected showed up. I'd given up getting drunk a week or so prior to that, but still got a nice buzz and danced the night away.

Last week I saw Nine Inch Nails in concert with my bestfriend Paul, our friend Jordan and his girlfriend. We had good seats and got to see a kickass fucking show. My ticket ended up being free as it was a birthday gift from Paul. I was the only one who had a couple of beers, but I still had a blast. I was chilled when Trent played "Hurt." He fucking owned it.

The following night 10 of us girls headed out to see Gretchen Wilson in concert at the same venue I was at the night before watching NIN. It doesn't get more versatile than that I tell you. And you know what? She's not bad. Not bad at all. Some of the songs were as hick as it could possibly get, but she had no problem admitting that. She covered Heart's - "Barracuda" and did it well. I was left with an impression after she covered Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog." Fret not Zep fans, she did the song justice. I had one drink that night 'cause I designated myself driver for the night. All other 9 girls partied it up. We then headed out to a club called Cowboys where it's a crazy mix of music and has two bars in one. Saw two fights that night including one in the middle of two main cross streets where some girl came out of her car swinging with a bat. Hardcore stuff there.

Tusday night I flew into LA and got there about one-ish. Waken up by a call from Six7 at 10 am saying let's go have breakfast. We headed to Ihop ate and strolled down Sunset Blvd. We ended up at Amoeba Music where I got lost in the music forever it seemed. I found five CD's and paid just under eighteen bucks. It just doesn't get any better. And since the fifth one was free I decided to buy some random CD I'd never heard of. I'll let you know how that turns out. After that we headed back to the hotel where we both had our rooms and I just relaxed after a shower. Got ready and waited on JuneBug. She and her husband came by and picked us up and we headed over to the The Roxy where we anticipated The Panic Channel putting on a killer show for us. We got there early and chalked up the sigil right out front. We put candles around the it and lit them up. The band came out of the tour bus and were stoked to see it. Perkins said "on Sunset fucking Blvd!" Dave Navarro had someone take pictures of him by it. They thanked us and went in for sound check. I've been following these guys for roughly two years now and I can't express the joy it was to see them live. They have yet to release an album, but have hooked up their fans with plenty of bootlegs and then some. They closed by covering "Dazed and Confused" and holy shit it was magical. It just showed what they can do and will do. All other songs were their songs and it was orgasmic to my ears.

Joe and I spotted Ron Jeremy in the crowd and decided to fuck around. We took a picture with him and I couldn't stop laughing because well, that's just kinda gross. I mean, c'mon, I touched Ron Jeremy. BUT, at least I didn't shake his hand after like Joe did. Good job, dork. After the show we headed over to The Rainbow to have pizza and drinks. Highlight for me was hearing someone ask Six7 "Is that Jenn" turning around and having Steve Isaacs (singer) ask me if I was Jenn. Totally genuine guy and instantly likable. After hearing him wail on stage I was a bit excited that he'd recognized me. Got in to The Rainbow where roughly a dozen of us sat at a table next to Carmen Electra, Dave, Steve and some of their friends. Carmen is as breath taking in person as she is on TV. Later they brought Dave out a piece of cake and we sang him happy birthday. He was celebrating his 39th. We decided to call it a night and as we got up to leave Dave and Steve got up to bid us a farewell. They stayed talking to us for a while and then Dave decided he wanted a group hug. Awww! Que precioso! On the way out we were greeted with a smile by Mickey Rourke. I didn't know it was him, but they told me it was. Then again, I was looking for WendyBird all night and she was at the table with us.

The following day Maria picked us up at the hotel and surprised us by taking us foreigner's (Six7 and I) to City Walk. We decided to watch a movie and since we'd all seen XMen 3 already we went with The Break Up. We hung out and ate after and then headed for LAX in the good ol' LA traffic. My flight didn't get in 'til 3am so I called in to work and told them they wouldn't be seeing me there.

All in all, it's been a great fucking past couple of months. I plan on it continuing. I'm gonna see the Deftones and Flyleaf soon (and Korn and some other bands, but I'm not worried about them). And we're also taking a train to Arizona to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Mars Volta in August.

Everyone's been calling me "Doll" lately. Guys and girls alike. Kinda crazy.

Life is good. . .

Locality

2006-05-23T14:29:00.000-06:00

Go listen to music and tell me what you think. Here, which has good sound quality. Or here. HMT, Zombieslayer, it would rock to get an opinion from you guys and any other music lovers. Other than drums, it's all one guy.

2006-05-22T08:20:00.000-06:00

I am indeed a blog slacker! I've been a busy bee. Or maybe not, but it feels like it. Next week I should be at the Pavilion hearing Nine Inch Nails play live. Yeah, baby. In two weeks I will be flying solo to LA to watch my boys The Panic Channel on Dave Navarro's birthday nonetheless. Fucking sweet! Towards the end of June I will be seeing INXS with their new little frontman, whom I actually happen to think has skill. Then in August we are going by train to Arizona to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers (Yay! John Frusciante!) and The Mars Volta! We decided on train to change it up from roadtrip and/or plane. Anyhow, I hope to get back into the blog soon, but I will be MIA for a while.

Don't cry. All is as it should be!

*MUCH LOVE*

2006-05-12T19:53:00.000-06:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATIE!

Not only is today your birthday but, you graduate college tommorrow!

CONGRATULATIONS!

I'm SO happy for you, even though the selfish in me wishes you were just gonna be online for

four more years telling me you have 10 minutes 'til class and you don't wanna go. Or how you 'don't wanna do this stupid paper.' And mostly how you need a beer and/or a cigarette. You're not even gone yet, nor have you ever really been 'here' but, I miss you already. More than anything, even Lolla, I wish I could be there to see you graduate and party with you after. But since I can't be, I will drink to you soon. I love you lots, Ma and wish you all the best and then some! You're a fucking awesome person. People could learn a lot about life from you. And for that I say, "Four score and ten thousand years ago!"

(P.S. Remember when you always called me JennHo and I called you KatieHo? ophelia_shes_neath_the_window & uniqueness_2001 forever, bitch.)

Here is your e-gift. The real gift will be on its way. You know I take forever to do any and everything. I know you've seen him a million times in concert, but he will always remind me of you. And I know this post sounds like you're leaving me forever, but I feel like I lived the college life I never got to vicariously through you. Dude, you were like 17 or 18 when we 'met.' I also know that this means less Katie time for me so I'm a bit emotional. Deal with it!

Fast Action Bail

2006-05-09T15:08:00.000-06:00

I'm sure I put a different date on that last post. I'm not sure how yesterdays got on there. The post will commence when time allows. I am a busy little bee these days. Not to mention tonight is American Idol and House.Yeah, I watch American Idol?! What the fuck are you gonna do about it?! Taylor Hicks, bitches!

Why is there a little handicapped person on a wheelchair next to the word verification?

Drunken Debauchery

2006-05-07T23:09:00.000-06:00

Puking. Dents. Naked boys. Cat fights. Strangers. Boobies and more.

Premiering Monday, May 08, 2006. 8:00 PM Mountain Standard time.

Missing

2006-05-01T22:57:00.000-06:00

This was found over at Rat's place. (It's Jenn with two n's. I know, I know. Picky bitch.) I called that number, but I was redirected to some place that speaks only foreign languages and something about midgets.

I'm trying to get over bronchitis and also other major things that have happened within my family. I haven't been to work in over a week and will not be back all this week either. I have vowed to get back into reading blogs as I have been bored of the other intarweb junk I've been killing my spare time with and honestly, I miss my blog buddies.

Lately I have been drowning myself in music and more than usual. Thanks to Kurt I have found a pretty sweet site that I can rip and burn from and now I can't stop! I'm obsessed with 311's cover of Love Song. I know, I know, 'the original's better.' I did't say it wasn't, I'm just obsessed with this one right now. Tool's new album is out! The 2006 line-up for Lollapalooza is insane! Bill's going and that makes me jealous. Katie sent me a hot track but, for the love of God I can't remember who it is or what it's called. Edit: I remember! Damien Rice "Delicate." HMT sent me some Marc Rizzo and I was definately impressed. Lately I've been listening to Soultionaries, Thievery Corporation, Eisley, Bjork, Queens Of The Stoneage, The Doors, lots of DJ Shadow, NIN, Metric, Death Cab For Cutie, The Secret Machines, The Arcade Fire, Bright Eyes, Interpol, Placebo, VHS Or Beta, Modest Mouse, A Perfect Circle, lots of Deftones, Weezer, Sneaker Pimps, Lamb Of God, Murder City Devils, Mum, Team Sleep, Cursive, Glassjaw, Coheed & Cambria, Lauryn Hill, Poison The Well, Jane's Addiction, Sublime, Wolfmother, Bleeding Through, Fear Factory, Ryan Adams, 30 Seconds To Mars and then some. I'm all over the place, I know. Though, the past couple of weeks I'm in 'chill mode.' Anything and all that is kickback.

Anyhow, sorry about the lame update, but it's an update, no? Go listen to some music, bitches.

Imagine

2006-04-19T23:29:00.000-06:00

My last ink session was in January and I'd promised you guys pictures. I hadn't posted any 'cause quite honestly I think the pictures I've taken make it look funky. But, fuck it. This was a tat inspired by the one that Katie has. Hers is completely different looking other than what it say's. Here's when it was fresh. (Yes, those are my real nails and yes, I did them myself. Why is that when I show a pic of my tat I get "are those your real nails?" I'm showing you a tattoo, bitches. Not nails.)

And here's a picture of it pretty much healed. The quality's not great, but it's the best I got. I just bought a video camera/digital camera/mp3 player (Sweet!). So the next pictures should be better. I should be in for an ink session this Friday if all goes well. We shall see. More than likely because I have a hair up my ass and I've had this next idea for a while. I also want to add a small star over the n and e on this tat. The lettering looks kinda jacked in the picture and I'm not sure why, but it seemed to look like that with all the pictures. The picture also does the color no justice. You can probably see it better in the first pictures. Anyhow, I love it. That makes number six, five to show for.

I'm having serious issues with tats right now. I have ideas and want more, more than anything, but with the latest ideas of getting a degree in either of the fields that I want, it's put a hault on my normal 'just run out and get inked' habit. I know that one should not be judged by their physical appearance, at least it's my take on it, but I also know that one IS judged by their physical appearance. It's a downer for me because we all know I love ink. I still have lots of places that I can get some work done and it not be seen, but, it's not the same when I've already planned out what and where. *Sigh* Anyhow, my next one will be on the thigh and/or forearm. More than likely thigh. I can't fucking wait.

P.S. Phelps LOVES tattoos. Especially mine.

Ring Of Fire

2006-04-13T22:52:00.000-06:00

I shouldn't say it until I do it that way I'm not a loser, but there's a huge chance I'm going to school this next semester. I'm thinking Crime Analyist or Paralegal. I'm pretty stoked.
My son is now using the 'spare' cell I had on my account. He's freakin' 7! What the hell was I thinking?! Oh yeah, and he's pretty damn good at text messaging. It's a riot.
My new music obsession is Thievery Corporation and I love Zakk Wylde's "Suicide Messiah." Man that song fuckin' rocks.
As of two weeks ago I no longer feel right calling my sons father Sperm Donor. Baby Daddy, okay, but Sperm Donor, no. I'm just terrified that it'll stop and my son will be hurt.
These past few days have reminded me just how much I despise heat. Oh, you wanna know why I'm up right now? I'm glad you asked! It's too fucking hot to sleep! Yes, the windows are open, and yes, the fan is on. Can I get an AC up in here?
I know I never posted a picture of my last tat, but, I'll be in there next Friday for my next ink session. I can't wait!
I watch American Idol and what are you gonna do about it? If Taylor Hicks doesn't win, I'm gonna beat up Simon what's his face.
The Hanes commercial's for men are awesome.
FOUR DAYS AND COUNTING! (Probably three by the time anyone reads this) TPC! Us fans aren't sure what were counting down to, but we know we're counting! FINALLY! After two years of following them! Aaaah yeah! It WILL be badass.
I'm not listening to James Blunt right now. I swear. Dude, I don't have any music on this damn computer! Cut me some freakin' slack.
Katie graduates college VERY soon! Katie, call me! I have some news for you! Straight jaw dropping "No fucking way!" type of news.
There is SO much to do next month, I don't know how to act. Concerts, Spring Crawl (hell yeah!), The Taco's are coming to visit, birthdays (I know I already said this, so what?) and much much more.
Did I mention it's too hot right now?
Go read LordK's blog. It's wicked and then some. Just do it!
It's Friday, get 'em in!

It's Only After You've Lost Everything That You're Free To Do Anything

2006-04-11T08:29:00.000-06:00

The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club.
The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club.
Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.
Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas.
Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes.
Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

2006-04-04T21:01:00.000-06:00

Did I disappoint you or let you down?

Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?

'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,

Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.

So I took what's mine by eternal right.

Took your soul out into the night.

It may be over but it won't stop there,

I am here for you if you'd only care.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.

You changed my life and all my goals.

And love is blind and that I knew when,

My heart was blinded by you.

I've kissed your lips and held your head.

Shared your dreams and shared your bed.

I know you well, I know your smell.

I've been addicted to you.

Goodbye my lover.

Goodbye my friend.

You have been the one.

You have been the one for me.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,

You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.

And as you move on, remember me,

Remember us and all we used to be

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.

I've watched you sleeping for a while.

I'd be the father of your child.

I'd spend a lifetime with you.

I know your fears and you know mine.

We've had our doubts but now we're fine,

And I love you, I swear that's true.

I cannot live without you.

Goodbye my lover.

Goodbye my friend.

You have been the one.

You have been the one for me.

And I still hold your hand in mine.

In mine when I'm asleep.

And I will bear my soul in time,

When I'm kneeling at your feet.

Goodbye my lover.

Goodbye my friend.

You have been the one.

You have been the one for me.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.

Goodbye My Lover

~James Blunt

Alpha Jerk

2006-04-03T11:36:00.000-06:00

- They caught Astorga, the man alleged to have killed one of our deputy's. He's currently in Juarez awaiting to be extradited back to the US. It's a good Monday.

- I had a date on Friday. We went to Explora a hands-on science type place. Then we went to Outback where he ordered his first steak and fries meal. After we headed out to the movies and watched Ice Age, The Meltdown. It was a great date. When he gets older, my son's gonna be a lady killer.

- Someone's obsessed with James Blunt and it's not me. I swear. And so what if it was me?! Bitches.
- If you dig funk/soul type stuff, you should go listen to The Down Low Frequency (myspace.com/thedownlowfrequency).
- Sperm Donor is gradually working his way to the title of "father." It's made for a kickass past couple of weeks for my son.

- I got to hang out with my sons half-brother and step-brother. (Not really step, but his dads ex's son, or something like that.)

- My 'give-a-fuck' went out the window on Saturday and the people I was with were trying to blame the alcohol. I woke up the next morning and let them know that I still didn't give a fuck. They now understand. It's all about respect, baby. I'm a simple girl in a demanding world and if respect is too much to ask for then you're not worth my time.

- Phelps, Mexi and UNLV need to get blogspot blogs until they fix their technical difficulties. This is bullshit guys!
- May is going to kill all. Nine Inch Nails, HIM (maybe HIM in June), Cinco de Mayo, my birfday, my brothers birfday, tons of friends birfdays, The Da Vince Code movie, X-Men 3, and then some. Sweetness.

- I gotta pain in my shest and I can't breef. I'm outta here.

*Edit: HAHAH! When I did spellcheck it wanted to change Mexi to Maxi. My computer has a sense of humor and it knows how to use it.

Making Illegal Immigrants Criminals

2006-03-30T00:38:00.000-07:00

Discuss! (Click here for story)

Let's Get This Party Started

2006-03-25T21:46:00.000-07:00

Look out weekends 'cause here I come, because weekends were made for fun!

Treehouse Gang and everyone else, get 'em in!! xoxoox

2006-03-24T10:06:00.001-07:00

I fight not for glory or fame,
For they are momentary.
I fight for those who can't.
I fight for justice.
I fight for the oppressed and
the down trodden.
And if I should lose my life for these just
causes, then I have no regrets,
For I serve to protect the innocent.
It matters not where or when,
For evil knows no boundaries.
Be it fire, flood, or the threat of tyranny,
I will not flee.
Justice is my weapon.
Faith is my shield.
Hope is my armor.
Cry not at my passing,
For it was my Honor to fight for you. Shed not tears of sorrow, But tears of joy, For now, I stand with God.

Deputy James McGrane
9/11/67 - 3/22/06

Infamous

2006-03-22T08:58:00.000-07:00

Another gloomy day down at the station. I wake up to a text message telling me that one of our Deputy's was shot and killed. Further information has yet to be released to the public. It's snowing out, the roads are icing up, schools are closing down, families are calling to make sure it's not one of their own. My friends in Crime Analysis have been here all morning trying to get to the core of it. The mood of the building is overall somber. Today will prove to be a long day.

Can't Look Into His Eyes, He's Out Of My League

2006-03-16T09:33:00.000-07:00

Is there really such a thing as someone being out of someone's league? You know, the Cinderella story. People have told me, though after the fact, that I was out of their (ex's) league. First, I'm sure this is one of those things someone say's to make you feel better. Second, is this saying that I am "better" than them? I'd be lying if I said I didn't think that there are these so-called "leagues." There's been many a times when I've met a guy and think he's out of my league. Be it physically, mentally and/or financially.

Anyhow, I remember once my friend and I went out with her at the time boyfriend and his brother. His brother was definitely a good looking guy. We went out, partied, danced and had an overall good time. When we got back to my friend's apartment, he (the brother) took off his shirt to change, and Good Lord! Guy was sliced, diced and everything nice! Just like the underwear model guys, tan was kicking and natural and just wow! At that moment, I thought, 'he's out of my league.' I thought he belonged with some Carmen Elektra looking girl that was in shape like he was. We ended up hooking up, but for the longest time I felt so damn insecure. In the end, he was just fine with me. Though, 'til this day I don't know why. We even ended up seeing each other for quite a while. He was a military guy who lived in Tucson, AZ. He'd come out and stay for days at a time and I even made my way out there to visit.

I'd like to think that there's no one better and at the same time there's always better. That theory in itself is what keeps me from acting on that messed up emotion we call jealousy. Note that I didn't say I don't get jealous, I said that I don't act on it. Not usually anyway. (We'll save the jealousy topic for a later time.) I think about those shows on like Maury Povich that have those "different" couples. I'm not sure what they title them, but you have say a midget man with some seven-foot woman, or some hardcore rocker girl with some Abercrombie and Fitch guy, you get the gist of it. I admire those couples for not caring what people think and not feeling above the other. So, I guess the question at hand is, is feeling like someone is out of your league simply insecurity? Or are there people who are really out of your league?

Chapter's Of Life

2006-03-14T07:45:00.000-07:00

You never really know a person, because in essence, they never really know themselves. People are forever changing. Doing things they never thought they'd do. Hurting someone they never wanted to hurt. Saying things they never thought they'd say. Loving someone they thought they couldn't love. Forever changing, for the good and for the bad. And there comes a time in life, when the people that have been a part of may choose go. Sometime's they find their way back to you, and sometime's they don't ever look back. What's to be done about it? Nothing. You cherish what was, you don't worry about what will be and you accept what IS.

"And then we were strangers. . ." G. Miller

Burping Little Weenies

2006-03-12T02:21:00.000-07:00

Living it up in the presidential suite, bitches! Details later, as I am fucked up. Thank you Captain Morgan. This computer is insane!! Though, I must go to avoid being called the nerd all night.

The Person Above Me. . .

2006-02-27T10:44:00.000-07:00

Here's the deal. Mel was playing a cool game over at her blog and now I want to play a game. This is The Person Above Me. The rules are simple: I will be first and then someone will say something about me. So you just keep making a comment about the person above you.

Wonderwall

2006-02-24T15:12:00.000-07:00

It's been a good week. Tomorrow my two friends are coming in from El Paso and a whole bunch of us girls are getting together and getting them in! Their Mexican accents will be a flowing and they rub off on us. I'm so escited! So, I haven't had anything to say (Bite me, Kurt) because I've been overflowing with music. I LOVE IT! This is a big part of why it's been a good week. Here's only some of what's been consuming me along with a song or two. This may be boring to some, if not most, but it makes me smile. Those with a stars have gotten more play than others. Get 'em in!

*Ryan Adams - When The Stars Go Blue
*Deftones - Headup, Needles and Pins, Sinatra
The Great Depression - The Sargasso Sea
Arovan - Lilies, Korea
Moby - Hotel Intro
Bob Marley - Trenchtown Rock
Stone Temple Pilots - Vasoline, Unglued, Hollywood Bitch, Wrong
Manda And The Marbles - Upside Down
*Radiohead - High And Dry, Sulk
Anubian Lights - Way Gone Man
Thievery Corporation - Dirty Little Secret Featuring Sarah McLachlan
Panic! At The Disco - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have While Taking Her Clothes Off
The All American Rejects - Dance Inside
The Gathering - Monsters
*Metric - Too Little Too Late, Combat Baby, Glass Ceiling
My Favorite - Homeless Club Kiss
Foo Fighters - Lonely As You, Best Of You
*Dredg - Zebra Skin, Spitshine, Eighteen People Live In Harmony, Planting Seeds, Bug Eyes, It Only Took A Day, Sanzen
Strata - The Panic
Team Sleep - Your Skull Is Red
Paint By Numbers - We Come Down
Aviatic- Watching It All
The Killers - Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine
Smashing Pumpkins - For Martha
*Audioslave - Heaven's Dead, Yesterday To Tomorrow, Man Or Animal & Set It Off
Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This), Tourniquet
Billy Bragg - Sexuality
Savage Garden - Crash And Burn
David Bowie - What In The World, Seven
The Vapors - Spiders
U2 - If God Will Send His Angels
Y & T - Down And Dirty
*A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras, Magdalena, Blue, Weak And Powerless
*Janes Addiction - Stop!, True Nature, Three Days, Wrong Girl, Ocean Size, Three Days
*Audiovent - Looking Down, The Energy
*30 Seconds To Mars - From Yesterday, Oblivion, A Beautiful Lie, Attack, Budda For Mary, Capricorn, R-Evolve
Skid Row - Monkey Business
Soundgarden - Searching With My Good Eye Closed, Zero Chance
German des Prés Café - Cut The Jazz
*Portishead - It Could Be Sweet, All Mine (Live)
Everything But The Girl - Single
*Massive Attack - Protection
Godsmack - Whatever
Spin - Lifehouse
Course Of Nature - Wall Of Shamre
12 Stones - The Way I Feel
Kill Hannah - 10 More Min. With You
Black Label Society - Fire It Up
Acroma - Don't Think Just Move
Muse - Time Is Running
Fuel - Million Miles
Dishwalla - 40 Stories
Bob Mould - Circles
The Kovenant - Star By Star
Thorniey - Come Again
36 Crazyfists - Bloodwork
*Taproot - Lost In The Woods, Calling
Cyclefly - Violet High
Give Up The Ghost – Since Always, We Killed It
Nine Inch Nails - Metal & All The Love In The World
Stone Temple Pilots - Creep
*DJ Shadow - Organ Donor (Live) and( Extended Overhaul)
*Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Pin Remix, Machine
Bjork - Harm Of Will
*Kosheen - Hungry
*Codeseven - Roped And Tied
Avenged Sevenfold - Chapter Four, Bat County, Burn It Down, Beast Of The Harlot
Corrosion Of Conformity - World Of Fire
Bloodsimple - Running From Nothing
Atreyu - Bleeding Mascara, Right Side Of The Bed, Aint Love Grand
The Confession - Jealousy
Alice In Chains - Dam That River
38 Special - Chain Ligtnin'
Pink Floyd - Seamus
System Of A Down - Spiders, Aerials
Hopesfall - The Ones
Fuel - Won't Back Down (Bring You Hell Remix)

And some other bands/artists I've been loving. . . *Zero 7, *The Flaming Lips, James Blunt, *Morcheeba, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Led Zeppelin. . .

BIIIAAATCH!

2006-02-22T13:19:00.000-07:00

Get 'Em In

2006-02-17T14:37:00.000-07:00

I just bought A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds To Mars, Cold Roses - Ryan Adams & The Cardinals and got With Teeth - Nine Inch Nails, The Soft Bulletin - The Flaming Lips, Fever To Hell - Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Room Noises - Eisley for free! Fuck yeah, bitches! Good start to the weekend.

I heart teh Treehouse Gang (some, or maybe all (?) pictured left). More on them/us later.

It's Friday, get the beers in!

Story Time; Get Your Blankies

2006-02-15T10:05:00.000-07:00

So, there's two girls that are roughly 15 years old. There are two boys
who are about the same age. One day after school, if they went to
school, they decide to go back to one of the girls houses and hang out
since no one was home. The boys notice there are bottles of liquor and
decide they wanna drink it. The girls are hesitant but peer pressure
breaks them and they give in. Especially because they have crushes on
these boys. They drink 'til they can't drink anymore. . . literally.
Between the four there are three bottles of liquor missing. This is the
first time the girls experience the wrath of liquor. They are blacked
out and pretty much not even conscious. Alchohol poisoning could be a
factor. The boys are drunk but still coherent. They decide they want to
have sex with these girls.

Fast forward to the following day when daughter is "okay" and is
'having pains all over.' They head out to see a doctor. Doc says after
hours on end of examinations that she is "torn" and said boys possibly
and more than likely used "something" in the girl(s). The boys took
turns on the girl(s) as well. There was a lot of blood and bruises. She
is no longer a virgin.

Rape charges? I say fuck yes. I don't give a damn if the girls "chose"
to drink the alcohol. They were taken advantage of. According to Doc it
was as though the boys were having sex with a corpse the girl(s) were
so out of it. They just laid there lifeless like while the boys
proceeded in their task at hand. I say lock 'em up and throw away the
key.

Professor Jenn At Your Service; Feel Free to Take Notes

2006-02-13T13:25:00.000-07:00

1. Money isn't made out of paper, it's made out of cotton.

2. The Declaration of **Independence was written on hemp paper.

3. The dot over the letter I is called a "tittle".

4. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and
down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.

5. Susan Lucci is the daughter of Phyllis Diller.

6. 40% of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals.

7. 315 entries in Webster's 1996 Dictionary were misspelled.

8. The 'spot' on 7UP comes from its inventor, who had red eyes. He was
albino.

9. On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong par! ents, daily.

10.Warren Beatty and Shirley MacLaine are brother and sister.

11. Chocolate affects a dog's heart and nervous system; a few ounces
will kill a small sized dog.

12. Orcas (killer whales) kill sharks by torpedoing up into the shark's
stomach from underneath, causing the shark to explode.

13. Most lipstick contains fish scales (eeww).

14. Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear
pants.

15. Ketchup was sold in the 1830s as medicine.

16. Upper and lower case letters are named 'upper' and 'lower' because
in the time when all original print had to be set in individual
letters, the 'upper case'letters were stored in the case on top
of the case that stored the smaller, 'lower case' letters.

17. Leonardo da Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other
at the same time ... hence, multi-tasking was invented.

18. Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World Wa! r
II were made of wood.

19. There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos.

20. The name Wendy was made up for the book Peter Pan; there was never
a recorded Wendy before!

21. There are no words in the dictionary that rhyme with: orange,
purple, and silver!

22. Leonardo Da Vinci invented scissors. Also, it took him 10 years to
paint Mona Lisa's lips.

23. A tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion will make it instantly go mad
and sting itself to death.*

24. The mask used by Michael Myers in the original "Halloween"was a
Captain Kirk mask painted white.*

25. If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies, you have
$1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being
able to make change for a dollar (good to know.)

26. By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you can't sink
in quicksand (and you thought this list was completely useless.)

27. The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from ! an old English law,
which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than
your thumb.

28. The first product Motorola started to develop was a record player
for automobiles. At that time, the most known player on the market was
the Victrola, so they called themselves Motorola.

29. Celery has negative calories! It takes more calories to eat a piece
of celery than the celery has in it to begin with. It's the same with
apples!

30. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying!

31. The glue on Israeli postage stamps is certified Kosher.

32. Guinness Book of Records holds the record for being the book most
often stolen from Public Libraries.

33. Astronauts are not allowed to eat beans before they go into space
because passing wind in a space suit damages it.

Things For Jenn To Do

2006-02-08T17:18:00.000-07:00

Quit cussing so fucking much. (It's not ladylike.)
Quit worrying about whether or not people like me and don't freak out if they don't. (So long as I do this, I will always be their prisoner.)
Listen to something else besides Dredg tomorrow. (Well, maybe not.)
Wash my car. (This usually makes me a appreciate it.)
Taxes. (What ever will I spend my money on?)
Rip the CD's I've promised to Daniel, HMT, and Doug.
Send Katie and Bills Christmas presents before next Christmas. (It would be nice.)
Jump rope LOTS more. (It's actually pretty fun.)
Start reading and commenting on other blogs again. (I miss my blogger buddies and bitches.)
Read the entire Tao more than once. (It just seems to make sense to me.)
Change my blog URL. This may or may not happen. (I'm leaning more towards yes.)
Not let the fear win and just freakin' do it! (See that? I said freakin'.)
Go back to work tomorrow after five days off. (That's only 'cause I have to.)
Put my intelligence to use when blogging. (Nevermind, that sounds boring.)
Quit making damn lists when I don't have anything else to blog about. (Probably not gonna happen, but I can pretend.)

Let the Demons Have Their Place, If So It's Angels You Will Create

2006-02-07T01:42:00.000-07:00

So, here's the thing right, your "individuality" is just like someone else's individuality. So that kinda makes you not so individual, no? Like, your studded belt, it's just like all the other studded belts. Oh, and your Chucks, they're just like all the Chucks everyone else buys. Well, I think mine are better than yours, but that's irrelevant.

Here's the thing, I'm not pointing fingers at anyone specifically, I'm just pointing. I'm sick of all this "I'm different" "I'm better" "I'm smarter" bullshit. Fuck you. You're no different than all of the other shitbags (thanks, Katie) trying to be different. I don't care if you're smarter, I don't care if you dress "different" or "vintage" and I certainly don't give a fuck if you're a label whore. Do what you gotta do, just quit trying to prove your uniqueness. Quit trying to prove how you're so different and it makes you the all high and mighty. No one gives a fuck. And sorry, but nothing about you is high and mighty, maybe you're just high.

Let's take punk for example. "Punk" kids think they're different. Okay, maybe back in the day they were different, but, be not fooled, they were still like all the other punk kids. Which kinda defeats the whole purpose, wouldn't you say? Back in the good ol' days it was an attitude, not an appearance. . . so they say. Bullshit. It WAS an attitude, but, appearance obviously had something to do with it, too. They had their own style. From clothes to hair. Just like every group does. Which, brings me to my point.

I have not one gahdamn issue with any "group" or "clique." Everyone fits in somewhere. Why the fuck do some groups feel the fucking need to crack on others? Whether it's music, clothes, hang-outs, etc. What makes your fucking "clique" better than the next? NOTHING. You are comfortable where you are, just like they are comfortable where THEY are. So what if someone wears Abercrombie & Fitch? What's it to you? And mostly, why the fuck is it so upsetting it gets under your skin and you feel the need to talk shit about it? Who cares if they listen to main stream hip-hop or main stream anything. They like it because THEY like it. Yeah, I make fun of my Abercrombie wearing friends, just like I make fun of my punk friends. In the end, I really don't give a fuck what you like. If anything, I can learn new things or maybe find some new music and vise versa. Why do people feel the need to judge so damn quickly? All that's really happening is they're missing out on some potential friendships. Hell, you see me with an Abercrombie wearing friend one day and the next with a thrift store shopping friend. What, the thrift store one is better because she is "vintage?" Or the Abercrombie one is more "high-class?" Fuck all that noise. Can people be any more lame? Oh yes, yes they can.

Be who the you want to be because YOU like it. Fuck what everyone else thinks and don't be so quick to fucking judge. I shock the hell outta of most people. If you were basing me off appearance. I'd say most of the time I fit into the "hi-hop," "normal-esq," or "career girl" categories, but inside I'm all up in the rock scenes. Be it punk, hardcore, metal, Indie, etc. Oh and how I hear the metal people say I can't me metal AND punk or vise versa and so on and so forth. You know what? I CAN BE both. And you know why? Because I just fucking can. Sorry to burst any bubbles. And after I look "hip hop" today, tomorrow I'll look gahdamn rock and roll. Because I can!

I'd be lying if I said I didn't care what people thought about me. I'm working really hard on that. REALLY hard. And it's not easy. I think sometimes I worry to a point where people misconcieve my care of what others think to being an attention whore. Understandable. Wrong, but understandable. Like I said, working on it, and I shall prevail! Anyhow, I don't exclude potential friends because they aren't what I am or aren't into what I'm into. And for the most part, the company I keep is the same. I'm not too busy trying to prove how I'm "different" from them and it means I'm better. I'm not too busy trying to prove that the music I like is better than theirs. I'm not trying to say my ways of life are right and theirs are wrong. "To each their own." I always hear that being quoted, but it's rare that I see it being applied. There is nothing so unique about a person that someone out there doesn't share. So quit trying to be so fucking different. YOU ARE JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE TRYING TO BE DIFFERENT.

I know this post was all over the place and maybe it doesn't even have a point or make sense at all but, ask me if I care? Oh yeah, one more thing, it IS all about me. Thought you knew, bitches!

Can't Sleep

2006-02-02T16:59:00.000-07:00

I press play. I lay here listening to the sounds you've created. My heart breaks. My mind bleeds. My soul aches. I inhale deeply. I exhale slowly. I remember when. I remember how. I remember. So beautiful. The memories consume me. They've taken over my dreams. Counting down the hours until my alarm clock screams.The sun will rise. Another day will begin. The sun will set. Another day will end. . . Without you. . .

Feeling the Love

2006-02-02T08:13:00.000-07:00

I deleted the post I originally had up. Happy Thursday or some shit.

I Lost My Blogger Mojo

2006-01-30T07:50:00.000-07:00

Anybody seen it?

Catch Without Arms

2006-01-23T06:28:00.000-07:00

I've got nothing today, so here's some random crap.

* I did get fresh ink this weekend. I couldn't get a good picture of
it, so you'll have to wait. In the meantime, use your imagination.

* When I grow up, I wanna be a Roller Girl.

* So it's gonna be the Steelers and the Seahawks.

* I don't get starstruck for you turds that thought that's what my last
post was about. I liked that I got to see a movie being filmed,
jackholes.

* You need to check out Dredg. Period. Don't ask questions.

* I didn't drink this weekend! Okay, lies. But, I only had one Coronita
yesterday while we barbequed and watched the games. AND, I was
designated on Saturday and only had ONE drink of Bootys beer.

*Andrew made this post possible. He rocks!

* We're living in the gahdamn Matrix, bitches.

Dinner On Dick & Bar Hopping

2006-01-18T19:02:00.000-07:00

So Friday I got a last minute VIP invite to go watch Richard Gere shoot a scence for the movie he's currently filming out here. We met up with the detectives and headed on over to a restaurant where we ate some serious grub. My son referred to what he has as "wicked chicken!" Mr. Gere was supposed to have dinner with before or after but something didn't work out, so instead we just ate his food without him. Don't hate. After dinner we headed over to the set and watched them get ready for a "high-speed car chase." I quote that because there was nothing high-speed about it. It took more time for them to get things ready. But we did get to hear, "Aaand action!" And also. "Quiet all around the set. Rolling!" It was rad to say the least. Oh, and you are NOT supposed to take pictures of the set, gahdamnit! Yeah, here are some pictures of the set. That's him driving the car.

We stood out there for a couple of hours freezing our asses off. Though, my son managed to entertain us. He made us laugh LOTS. He also obsessed over Johnny Cash for a while which the others thought was cool. He saw Walk the Line and now he wants to be Johnny Cash. He thinks he sounds like him especially when he sings "Ring of Fire." He throws in an accent and all. My son rocks! Anyhow, eventually the director came to meet us and talk to us. He asked why we weren't standing by the heaters, snacks and refreshments and took us over there. When he did, what I like to call the pions started freaking out that we were in the way not knowing it was the director who brought us over to that area. He told them, 'I told them to come over here' when one lady insisted that we were in the way of the directors seat and he insisted back that they 'just move his TV's and seat.' He was awesome.

So, we got to watch from behind the directors seat while they shot a scence and standing right by us watching along was Claire Danes. Fucking rad. She's really pretty. So they're done with the scene and here comes Richard Gere's boucner waving his hands like 'come here.' So we all follow him on the set to meet Richard Gere. I tell my son we're going to go meet him now and he gets way excited. Richard was shaking everyone's hands and asking for names when he gets to Damian and I. He kneels down to Damians level and says, "Hi, what's your name?" And Damian seems shocked. I'm thinking it's because, 'wow, it's his first celebrity meeting.' So he tells him, "Damian" and then he asks, "How old are you?" Damian replies, "7." And I swear I saw Richard Geres heart break for a second and he says, "I have a little boy who's 6, almost your age. I miss him. I wish he was here with me." At that point Damian was still just staring at him when finally Richard stood up and introduced himself to me and such. Then Damian says, "Mom! Where's Richard Gere?!" I almost died. I said, "Damian, you were JUST talking
to him!" And he makes this loud ' jaw dropping oh my God!' sound. When we got home he said, "Mom, you know why I didn't know it was him? Because he looked younger in the movie (Pretty Woman)." He does of course look older, but he still looks good. I cropped me outta the picture with the four of us because I look absolutely horrid! But you can see my cheek and a hand. Those are my friends and of course my son.

On Saturday we headed to Graham Central Station where they have four huge clubs in one. We had a good time there and vowed to stay sober 'til we got downtown, which we did. We checked out the Hot Spot and then The Library and back to the Hot Spot. Then we went to I-Hop for breakfast where I realized I had some Robert guys credit/debit card instead of mine. The brillliant bartender gave me his instead of mine. Good job, asshole. I guess they DO only have to look cute in a school girl uniform. I had no access to my money therefore could not get my tattoo. I did go down there and watch Travis get devirginized. He seemed a little faint, but was happy with his first tattoo none the less. I'm supposed to go for mine tonight, but we'll see what the evening entails. I still have to go get my gahdamn debit card back.

Random Stuff:

* My sons teacher just informed me that she tested his reading and he is at a level 18. Fuck yeah, bitches.
* I will share a tattoo of the new ink when I get it. My artist already drew it up for me. I got the idea from Katie and I know ~Eyes will love at least the concept of it.
* It's only the 17th and this year just keeps rocking me right. I can only hope and pray for it to keep going in this direction.
* I can NOT express how much I am loving my new schedule. I am no longer a zombie. I get to visit family and friends.
* I can NOT express how much my family and freinds love my new schedule.
* I miss him.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

2006-01-13T10:32:00.000-07:00

So, I went to Cowboys last night, and wow! Don't people work anymore?
It was so freakin' packed. It's not a small place either. There's also
Ground Zero which you can go to through Cowboys. So basically you got
two clubs. And there still wasn't any damn room to walk.

They had a band, which I don't remember what their name, but they
weren't too shabby. Okay, so the guitar player and singer were hot. So
what's with country singers dressing like their rock 'n roll? I mean,
not that they didn't pull it off, but really; What happened to cowboy
hats, pointy boots and belt buckles? Kinda takes the country outta
country, no? In all fairness, they did play some good tunes like
Mustang Sally and they were good at it. The country they did play was
the good stuff and they did it well. During intermissions they played
hip-hop, so dancing was needed to be done. We stayed in Ground Zero for
the hip/hop for the last 30 minutes or so. Oh, and by the way, just
because it's called Cowboys and they play mostly country music, the
crowd was very mixed. It wasn't a bad crowd, just not really my kind. I
like to be in my element. I'm guessing most do. Well, maybe the fact
that I only had one drink had something to do with it? Otherwise had I
a few more, I'm sure it would have been just fine!

A little bit of advice:
1. Just because you have a sweater on a seat, THAT'S NOT YOUR FUCKING
TABLE. Someone should be sitting there.
2. If you don't like cigarette smoke, DON'T FUCKING GO TO A CLUB WHERE
PEOPLE CAN SMOKE IN IT!

I asked this one old guy to borrow his light and he says while lighting
me up, "Might as well, you borrowed our table." Yeah, 'cause no one had
been sitting there ALL night. I stood up and said, "Oh, did you need
that?" Of course I was sarcastic, don't be dumb. Then a little bit
later my friend is having a smoke and she puts her ashes out in the
ashtray and this lady (one that was with the old guy) pushes the
ashtray over and tells her with all kinds of attitude, "Can you put
that on the other table 'cause I don't smoke." These people should have
stayed home and went to bed with their 85 year old asses. I take a drag
of the cigarette and can you guess in what direction the smoke went?
Yeah, fuck her.

People like that piss me off. Seriously, if I don't wanna see naked
girls I probably shouldn't go to a strip club. Same rules apply for
those that don't like smoking. And the whole table thing. I'm sorry,
but that's reserved for no one. And if you want it to be "your" table,
then stay your happy ass there all night so someone else doesn't see an
empty table and think it's empty!

Guess who's getting fresh ink on Saturday, bitches!

The Real Big Bad Wolf

2006-01-11T21:45:00.000-07:00

(video removed) style="color:#ff0000;">WARNING: This video contains graphic and possibly disturbing footage and may not be suitable for all bloggers. For those of you with weak stomachs click pause NOW or exit the blog. For those of you that can stand it, tell your cats to hide their eyes.

I got this from someone else and thought I'd share. This is inhumane and disgusts me to no end. I didn't make it through the whole video myself. It makes me sick. There's not more that needs to be said. The video and following speak for itself. . .

In November, the CEO of J.Crew agreed to a permanent fur-free policy for his company's stores thanks to an enormous flood of phone calls at his home. Now, the millions of rabbits, foxes, minks, coyotes, and other animals who are skinned alive for their fur each year need your help. This time it's sleazy "high-profile" designer Dennis Basso who needs your extra special attention.

Dennis, who was recently featured in a disgusting article in the New York Times for his NYC boutique that sells almost nothing but tortured animal skins, is so caught up in drunken celebrity parties and limousine rides that he doesnt seem to care that he has the blood of countless animals on his hands. Give Mr. Basso a piece of your mind today - let him know exactly what you think of the bullshit products sold in his stores like fur leg warmers and dead lynx coats.

Dennis Basso
211 Central Park West, 1G
New York, NY 10024
Cell: 917-215-7317

You should also call or stop by his NYC store and let him and his employees know that fur will never be "in":

765 Madison Avenue (near 66th Street)
New York, NY
Store: 212-794-4500
Office: 212-564-9560

After you're done sticking it to the fur pimp, repost this bulletin and ask your friends to call Dennis too.

Good Morning, Starshine. Thee Earth Says "Hellooo."

2006-01-09T16:54:00.000-07:00

So, I've been off since Wednesday morning and let me tell you, it was a great five days off. Much needed and might I say much deserved. I got outta work that morning at 8 after working 13 hours and stayed up 'til 6:30 that night when I power napped for an hour, then passed back out at about 9. I've been kicking my own ass these past days trying to get used to sleeping at nights again. It's been fun, lemme tell you. I did however, sleep through the whole night last night. It was glorious!

So, I was supposed to meet up with some friends over at Cowboys (don't worry, it's not a country club all the time) on Thursday, but instead I decided to get sick. So yeah, I was sick for those five days. Plus, the no sleep wasn't gonna allow me to do so. I got lectured that I will have to be there this Thursday. Yay!

On Friday I got up and got ready bright and early and never ended up leaving the house. I was feeling worse and I sat on the couch watching TV all day. I did however enjoy a candlelight dinner with my son, mom and her boyfriend. My son LOVES candlelight dinners. Saturday I was up bright and early, got ready again and my son and I headed out to grab a bite. We were gonna go use our gift cards but he decided that he wanted go to his grandma's already so I dropped him off after we ate. I then met up with Mariah and Kevin at Chili's just to hang out while they ate. We headed out to the forbidden Wal-Mart to pick up a few necessities and if you know Mariah and I, you know that Wal-Mart isn't just shopping. It's Tom Foolery and it rocks! Mariah offered Kevin five bucks if he'd walk around in these bright pink rubber shoe type things. It was such a joy to watch people stare and mock his get up. One guy passing by said, "I hope it was worth the five bucks." I'm guessing that guys earned five dollars on dares plenty of times.

After shopping I headed home to change into my Lobo gear because it was game time, baby. Nancy, Elena and I met at the pit with 16,201 others where "we" played Colorado state and served them. Our 19th straight win. It was a really good game and all the cheering, screaming, dancing and clapping only made it that much better. Not to mention the guy behind us who kept yelling "Number 20 sucks!" He even sang it to one of the songs at one point. Even waiting in traffic wasn't so bad. It was only about 15 to 20 minutes at most and I got to listen to the Hour of Hair! Just think, hair metal.

After that, it was back home to change into "club gear." It's Elena's last full weekend here so we wanted to go out, just the three of us to "our" spot for old times sake. She'll be moving back to El Paso next weekend. We headed out to The Library where we danced and drank to our hearts content. Our last round we got a little emotional and teary eyed and told each other how much we were gonna miss these times. We walked back to my car and were about to call a Taxi when a friend rang and came for us. We headed back to Nancy's and hung out 'til about 4 that morning. Kinda. I was in and out of sleep. I'm a great host, I know. Elena managed to puke in the sink and all over the kitchen floor. Nancy cleaned it with no problem saying it was her Karma for New Years weekend where she did the same all over Mariah's house. I mean, seriously, who's not gonna throw up when you beer bong Bicardi? She's a crazy bitch. Oh yeah (skipping around), and I took my first whole beer bong New Year weekend. Third times a charm!

Yesterday (Sunday), we (Nancy, Elena and I) all jumped in the car to go pick up Tori so we could hang out and watch the game. Go Steelers! We decided we wouldn't shower and we'd go in slippers and our pajamas. We stopped at Taco Tote for some good ol' Mexican grub and went back to Nancy's and ate at the table like a real family! We hung out in the living room for hours just talking and reminiscing about everything under the sun including our road-trip to Vegas. We managed to watch some of the game but with four girls all whom never shut up, you shouldn't expect more. We (I) named Elena's new puppy Axl as in Axl Rose and it was such a joy listening to Nancy's 3 year old daughter call him "Asshole." I begged her not teach her the correct annunciate it correctly. Tears of laughter I tell you. Not to mention we all found out that we all geek out on America's Funniest Home Videos. Or maybe it's just that much funnier when you're watching with friends.

To end, Nancy's daughter kept telling me in her best Willy Wonka impression, deep voice and all, "Yo weally weeud."

And 2005 Went Something Like. . .

2006-01-04T01:06:00.000-07:00

Made new friends. Lost old friends. Made out-of-state online enemies. I had/have what they wanted. Hah! Losers. Road-tripped with four girls to Vegas. Celebrated my 26th for five days! Flew to LA. Was maid-of-honor in my brothers wedding. Maid-of-honor in a friends wedding. Brides-maid in cousins wedding. Drove to El Paso for a party and back within hours. Saw Black Sabbath/Ozzy, Velvet Revolver, Gin Blossoms. Got two puppies. Lost my two puppies. Boo. Said boo alot. Found myself. Lost myself. Read lots of good books. Thanks to Katie. Got a new tattoo. Hit a bitch. Talked on the phone more than ever. Text messaged more than ever. Laughed 'til I cried. Cried 'til I laughed. Watched Gladiator a million times. Obsessed over music. Cyber slapped a bitch. Fell in love. Boyfriend left his state for mine and me. Broken heart. Committed. Failed. Got CD's sent to me by the artists themselves! Don't hate. Got cyber stalked. Made kickass online friends. Mostly through blogs. Smiled lots. Laughed lots. Cried lots. Fell in love with my son more everyday.

I wouldn't change any of it for a damn thing.

Highlights of 2006, already!

*Start working dayshift for the first time in years on the 9th. This is officially my last night of graveyard! AND I have weekends off. My son is so excited he almost made me cry expressing how happy he is.

*Dave Navarro talked about me on his radio station and I didn't even know it. Someone else told me. I'm famous.
*Got to see my sons (half) brother. He's so freaking cute. They love eachother and I love it.
*I'm caught up with bills. All but one. Fuck them.
*Getting new ink.
*Planning a road-trip with lots of friends.

I'm seriously gonna miss all my nocturnal friends. You've all made my nights so much better. Katie, Daniel and everyone else I talked to all night. Thank you for your company! Here's what Katie and I had to say to eachother last night because I'll be on dayshift. She loves me. And I guess I love her, too.

Katie: ok, I wish I could stay up later on your last night
Katie: but I'm dead tired
Jenn: tomorrow night, douche
Katie: so it's been fun, these last 2 years or so
Jenn: do you listen when i talk?
Jenn: save your goodbyes
Jenn: and get your ass on tomorrow night
Katie: I might be at the bar. depending on the money situation
Jenn: you're broke, stay home and get online
Jenn: haha
Katie: so just let me do this, even though I'm broke and have no idea how I expect to find at least $20
Katie: most likely
Jenn: haha
Katie: so anyways
Jenn: okay, well sweet dreams and stuff
Jenn: xoxooxox
Katie: these past 2 years have been a blast
Katie: I'm not done
Katie: this is the passing on an era
Katie: the stay up all night and entertain Katie while Jenn works era
Jenn: hhaah
Jenn: i love you!!
Katie: I've greatly enjoyed it, so I thank you
Katie: I love you too, and I'll miss you
Jenn: i've enjoyed it to
Jenn: and i love you and i'll miss you
Jenn: call me later
Katie: now this will be awkward if I come online tomorrow
Katie: haha
Katie: I'll miss you too, xoxoxo
Jenn: dork
Jenn: xoxoxoxoxooxox

It's tommorrow and I'm talking to her right now *smile*. . .

Jenn: i just wanted you to delete it
Katie: ok
Jenn: now?
Jenn: how 'bout now?
Katie: how about your shut your mouth?
Jenn: what the hell are you doing?
Katie: posting
Jenn: you're supposed to delete my post
Jenn: it's more important
Katie: your face is more important
Jenn: i know!
Jenn: so get on it
Jenn: slut bucket
Katie: talking to you is making me go a lot faster
Jenn: well stop posting and talking to me!
Katie: no

2005-12-31T23:00:00.000-07:00

Resolutions

2005-12-27T05:46:00.000-07:00

So, I really wasn't gonna post again after the holiday wishes, but Zombieslayer said he'd post his resolutions if I'd post mine. A deals a deal, plus I did that last post about my weekend.

Anyhow, so this template was gonna be saved for the start of the new year, but I decided I'd just get it out here along with this post. Isn't it just so lady-like? You know you love it.

So, to make it short and sweet, my resolutions for 2006 are as
follows...

FUCK IT! I'm gonna live for the day from now on. Not dwell on the past, just remember, cherish and learn from it. Not gonna live for tomorrow because as a wise man once said, it's doesn't even exist yet.

This past year was indeed a crazy and most memorable one. It was a year that carried over from 2004. I learned so much about myself and others from then 'til now. I've got to feel the emotions of true love, betrayal, realizing what real friends will do, and then some. I've learned that people just don't like it when you're real and don't hold back. I've learned that most of the time when someone asks what you think they're really asking you to tell them what they wanna hear and not the realities. I've learned that telling it like it is means people think you're a bitch or even controlling. I learned that I'm loved and it's not vain for me to say so. I've learned that I'm blessed with friends and you should be jealous. My little family means more than many big family's to each other and my son is all the reason I need to wake up in the mornings. I've learned that my on-line friends rock! And I don't care anymore if anyone thinks it's "weird." Fuck them, they're just jealous.

So, as for resolutions, I don't know what the future entails. I just know I'm gonna be happy this year and I'd like to see someone stop me. Not that I haven't been happy. I've come this far in life and I haven't been broken yet. Those who tried, here's a little FYI for you, you didn't break me, you just bent me and bends can be straightened. You broke yourself. I don't care if it sounds cocky either, but I know that those who lost me WILL regret it. I lost my grandpa at a young age, a favorite uncle to suicide at a young age, my dad at 12, my last grandpa who was like my dad 2 years ago and what I've taken from it is that life is too short. People are taken away from me not by my choice and if you choose to leave someone by choice, that's YOUR loss and I'm sorry you take life for granted.

I know this post sounds like I might be mad or even sad, but I swear it's not at all that. I've just been analyzing my life and I realize that there's nothing to analyze. I'm where I'm supposed to be and tomorrow I'll be where I'm supposed to be and so on and so forth. That in itself makes me happy.

And The Weekend Consisted Of. . .

2005-12-26T03:20:00.000-07:00

Friday

Finished Christmas shopping with Mariah. The lines were INSANE. She was a lot of help though. This is the 2nd year she helps me with my last minute Christmas stuff. Found out she has some good upper body strength. She carried the damn TV by herself.

Picked up her husband and friend and went to my bestfriend Paul's house where they were having a wedding reception. They're Indian (from India, not Native American) and it was an arranged marriage. Introduced Mariah, Adam and JT to a new culture. Saw my great friends Audra and Simon who now live in Misouri. Got to see their new baby for the second time. Can't wait 'til they come back home.

Went home and slept.

Saturday - Christmas Eve

Dropped son off at grandma's to go out to eat with Sperm Donor for his birthday. Picked him up a few hours later.

Hung out with Nancy while she made cookies and fed me posole.

Went to my brother's and opened gifts. I got wicked leather stilleto's. There were LOTS of kids. As my sister-in-laws sister has 4, my brother has 2, my one and the family friend had his 2. Loud funtimes indeed.

Went home and opened more gifts with mom, her boyfriend, me and my son.
He got so many things it's insane. Not to mention a 23" TV and then some from yours truly.

Wrote a different letter to Santa because the first one my son wrote at school said, "Dear Santa, I want a baby sister to play with for Christmas." Left Santa amended letter, milk and cookies.

Tried to finish reading The Dirt, got really close but got tired. Only about 75 pages to go.

Sunday - Christmas Day

Get woken up by my son jumping over me and fly to the kitchen full speed ahead and hear "Santa DID come! He ate the cookies and drank the milk!" Listen to the disappointing voice after checking his stocking, "But he didn't bring me anything." Then listen as he walked in the living room. "He DID bring me something! THREE presents. They just wouldn't fit in the stocking" while he ran into my room to show me and ask if he could open them. Listened to him read, "To Damian: Thanks for the milk and cookies. Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Slept in. Got ready.

Nancy came by.

Went to my grandma's to pick up my son and visit for a bit. Grandma made me a GORGEOUS calendar. I thought I didn't get one because she'd just finished it and everyone else had gotten one. I was all emotional. I'll have to share a picture.

Dropped off son at grandma's. Didn't get down because Sperm Donor's girlfriend was emotional that she had to see me for 2 minutes on Thanksgiving. After 4 years she's still insecure around me. It's not my fault she's an immature little twat. Which only adds to her ugliness. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me!" I kid! I kid.

Went to Pauls and exchanged gifts and visited with him and Bridgette.

Picked up my son then Nancy's daughter.

Went to Mariah's. Visited with them, Mario, Rex and Mariah's mom.

Took Nancy for her car. Dropped Damian off.

Went to movies.

Got buy one get one free at Starbucks in theater.

Watched King Kong. Fucking great movie!

Came to work.

Now it's 3 am on Monday. Hope you all had a kickass weekend. Mine was great. Did I forget to mention I played Mariah Carey's re-release of Emancipation of Mimi 8 million times? Maybe I'll just keep that part to myself. It's on next weekend, bitches!

2005-12-20T23:58:00.000-07:00

Merry Chrismahanakwanza!

I want to wish you all a beautiful Christmas

weekend and I hope the New Year rocks your socks.

I plan on brining it in with a bang and I

hope you'll do the same.

Although, I may decide to sit on my

couch and enjoy it ringing in quietly.

God Bless...

Who The Fuck Are YOU?

2005-12-19T02:21:00.000-07:00

Nobody. Why you wanna fight dirty?

Bring it. You wanna battle? I'll give you a fucking war.

*Hugs & Kisses, Big Boy*

Question:

2005-12-15T03:55:00.000-07:00

What is cheating? When is cheating, cheating?

Tip:

2005-12-12T05:18:00.000-07:00

If you're gonna act like a whore. . . Don't get mad when you get treated like one.

Tune In

2005-12-08T03:20:00.000-07:00

The Flies found their way to me and I've been obsessed with their sounds since. You don't wanna pass these guys up. They sent me a CD all the way from the good ol' UK and my obsession only grows.

Check out their official site here. It's forever changing and kickass everytime. You can also find them on MySpace and take a listen. If you're on there, add them, drop a comment and tell them I sent you. Just because I've always wanted to say that. But, you can tell them I sent you. That'd rock. They recently changed the tracks from the previous ones, but they're still on fire.

I was turned on to 8mm just the other day and already I can't stop listening. Sweet, eccentric sounds and it's just all around sexy, if you will. I ordered this one.

Check out their official site here, or you can listen on MySpace. My favorite track being "Give It Up." You can also find the video on their website. Add them if you're on MySpace, drop them a comment and tell them I sent you. Not that they know who I am or anything. But so what?

I first heard Dave Doobinin at Radio Indie Pop singing for a band called Skywriter. I was immediately happy with what I heard and had to research him further. He too was a weekly obsession... Which still lingers on. He sent me two CD's and I was nothing short of impressed.

His official site can be found here, or he too is on MySpace. If you're there, add him, leave him a comment and tell him I sent you.

Are you STILL here? Don't you have music to be listening to?
Get the hell outta here already. Loser.

*Edit: This music is not hard. It's lax and melancholy. The Flies and 8mm fall something along the lines of Portishead. Dave Doobinin falls along the lines of singer/songwriter. Genre's suck. I wanna know what you think too. Don't make me kick your ass. Now get outta here.

Nunc-Pro-Tunc

2005-12-07T04:16:00.000-07:00

So, I finally decided to post about a fun weekend I had about. . . oh say, three months ago! I told you I was a procrastinator, maybe next time you'll just believe me. I was gonna do a belated Halloween post, but that can wait too. Maybe I'll post that around Valentine's day.

Anyhow, so one Friday we went downtown and danced our asses off. After, we met at "the clock" where everyone meets and mingles until the cops on horses start rushing you like bats outta hell. We kept our distance from the clock this night because, well, we were having a hard time with gravity. Eej and I even battled it out with a tree. That bastard put his branches on me. --->

After we head over to Goofy's place. He's my friend whom I met through my good friend, Wifey, which is her husbands bestfriend. You follow? Yeah, you didn't need to know that. I like hanging out with these cool cats because they've all been friends for eons and they like to have fun the good old fashioned way. They aren't constantly bitching that they need chicks if there aren't any or just a couple and they aren't tight with their alcohol. Anyway, we drank, we talked, we played air hockey, we drank, we played basketball, we drank and then we played foosball; Where I spanked those silly boys and left them in awe. It was oh so glorious. I was talking all big and bad, but I brought it. I heart foosball. Then they all passed out and left Booty and I alone to smoke and take drunken pictures of ourselves thinking we looked all schnazzy. I found a cowboy hat, or more like sombrero (shut up, Katie) so I threw that on and tried acting all country or Mexican? Only to find the next day that the pictures were far from what we thought. Good ol' beer goggles.

Sexy bitches. Yeah, I'm hardcore. Or not.

The next morning we all wake up and start calling eachother and decide we're gonna go watch the UNM Lobos play the NMSU Aggies. For us, that = funtimes. They're our college football teams that both play for New Mexico. So to us they're "big rivals." Oooh, scaaary! Booty and I take forever in a day to get our asses motivated to get ready the day after tearing it up, so we missed the tailgating. It was a sold-out stadium and guess what? We didn't have tickets. Thank goodness there's always bastard scalpers or we'd never have gotten in. I've never seen so many jocks in my life. When we met up with our friends they were all dressed in their Lobo gear. . . and drunk! That's what we get for procrastinating. So, I grab a $10 dollar slice of pizza and a flat Mt. Dew to go with it for $10 more bucks and we're off to find the other boys that were already sitting down. They had pretty good seats and we found them after eight hours of "where are you?! Yeah, but North or South?! Top or bottom?!" It was great.

So we finally find them and plop our asses down after 500 "excuse me's" and people turning their cheeks for us to squeeze by. I thought I'd take a couple of shots of us all sitting down and try to get a good picture of the crowd. I think Hubby was praying to the football Gods. After I took the picture of him and Wifey, I showed them and he say's, "Who's that?"--->
SCORE! Douchebag. Then I wanted to get a good shot or two of the crowd. The ones I was taking of the crowd across from us seemed like they might be too far so I got the bright idea of holding my phone up and taking a picture of the people behind me... Good job, Jenn. No, really. Stick your phone all up in someone's grill and pretend you didn't know it happened while laughing hysterically. I'm sure he had NO idea. Real smart. <--- See. NO idea.

The game was already in motion by the time we settled. I ate my cold pizza, drank my flat drink while being careful not to spit it all out while screaming and chanting and all that goodness. Lobos, touchdown! Score! Aggies, touchdown. Nooo. Lobos touchdown! Score! Lobos again! And. . . um, again. Oh, lookie, again. The A.D.D. kicks in and slowly but surely the guys are talking about going back to the trucks for some beer. They ask Booty and I, and we're in. Everyone SWEARS we're gonna go back and finish the game. Yeah, right. They tell me to watch and see. Mmmhmm.

So, we headed to the trucks where Hubby cooked up some burgers and hot dogs using the handy dandy screwdriver. No spatula. We talked, smoked and got the beers in. We'd ask random on-goes what the score was, and it was too long ago to rememeber, but I do know that the Lobos spanked the Aggies. Speaking of on-goers, a girl with ribbone in her hair (gag) passed us by to get into her car when she realized that she was blocked in. So she asks if it belongs to any of us and the dissapoint in her face was heartbreaking when we all said no. So, I look up and a little light goes off. "Hey, there's like 13 guys and us three girls, why don't you MOVE the truck?" Me and my bright ideas. I was only kidding. I think. Menace got fired up at the idea and kept saying they should do it just to do it. And they did. That girl was all freaked out. You should have seen the look on her face when she was driving off. Wifey looks at her and say's, "Don't be alarmed, we're Hispanic." Fucking classic, I tell you. Then this old couple comes and are stuck in the same situation so Menace and the rest help them out too. They were so grateful.

We noticed all the people starting to leave so we started to close up shop and planned the after party back at Goofy's. You'd think we'd be smart enough to beat traffic but that wasn't the case. Booty and I got stuck ther for about an hour. She finally had to drop her aggresive driving skill on those bastards because no one would let us in. During this hour I looked up lyrics online on my cell and karaoked for her and my amusement. Then I looked at all the other crazy bastards trying to get out of the chaos and how stupid people just really are. As soon as she dropped her driving skill all over them, the traffic started flowing. The dumbasses were blocking eachother and no one was going anywhere.

We finally get outta there and head over to Goofy's where the party ensued. One of the times all the boys were outside have "man time" and one of them opens the door and say's something like, "Damn women, they're never happy" and closes it. It was so precious. I had to go out there and ruin their fun. But, I didn't. I found out they think I'm "one of the coolest chicks." Precious, just precious I tell you.

We start taking shots, their specialty is Crown and then someone whips out The Beer Bong. Oh, yeah. Bring it, bitches. This would be my second time attemting a shot at The Beer Bong. I didn't clear it this time, but, nobody told me not to open the valve ALL the way. Bastards. Anyhow, it was beer bongs for all. Hubby didn't want one, but peer pressure's a bitch. We all know that. In the midst of it, Wifey's holding up the bong while someone takes their turn. Can't remember who, and it gets smacked by the ceiling fan. She thinks it's hilarious because it's making it harder for the person to take it down, when, party foul! The light fixture shattered. Please watch where your step, broken glass. I get the mess cleaned up and watch Goofy look at Wifey like, "Damnit! Everytime!" Then he got sidetracked and we proceed with the beer bongs.

The party starts hopping even more. Lap dances ensue and there are dollar's flying everywhere. Okay, so maybe it was only two lap dances. Booty gave a quick few second one to Mike, and then Goofy gave one to Booty in all his sombrero glory and maybe there were no dollars, but it was entertaining nonetheless.

At one point I was wondering where Menace got lost at so Wifey and I went on a man hunt. When we found him he was in the pottie and he heard us so he asked Wifey to bring him some gahdamn toilet paper. I mean really. Can't a man go pottie in peace? He's hot even when he is on the toilet. He's Super Pooper! --->

Eej and I found another sombrero and did some stupid little Mexican dance, or something like that. Mostly we laughed and felt like jackasses. Her and I always argue about music, she thinks she's rock 'n roll and I think she has no fucking idea. Eventually, for a brief moment, we felt as one when we rocked the horns.

The party eventually started to die down and even Max (Goofy's dog) felt like chillaxing. He had a beer bong too. (No pets were harmed in the partying of this night.) All in all it was a great weekend. If any of you guys happen to find this here blog because I won't give you the URL, don't freak out or anything. Only people with internet access can find this and see all these pictures! I have Halloween one's too. Just FYI. For everyone else, I leave you with The Beer Bong starring. . .

"Booty"

"Goofy"

"Jenn"

"Hubby"

"Wifey"

"Menace"

"Max"

Et tu, Brute!

2005-12-05T01:52:00.000-07:00

Warning: This post will be all full of mushyness. Jump to the next set of the post if you don't wanna feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Katie, thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder. Whether or not you believe it, it's helped me alot. You've been there since day one with all of this and you still haven't told me to shut up! I love you, lady.

Kurt, thanks for your encouraging and very wise words. You've made me think alot. Thanks for making me smile on a day where I felt it weren't possible.

Gabe, I know you still come here and read. I can't express to you how much I appreciate you. Thank you for being you. Thank you for really, truly caring about me. I love you.

Nancy, Mariah, Marylyn, Sharon, you guys have helped keep me sane. You've all shared tears with me and I'm sorry for that. Seeing your tears because of mine though, made me realize more than ever that you are true friends. I love you guys so much.

Mom, I know you have your own problems and that's the only reason I try and not burden you with mine. It's not that I don't wanna talk to you. Thank you for holding me. Even though I'm 26, I still feel safe in your arms. You've also shared tears with me. I can't tell you enough times that I really don't know what I'd do without. I love you.

Damian, sorry you saw mommy cry. You're so loving and caring it's crazy. Everytime I look at you I find it amazing that such a little person has so much understanding for life. I find it amazing how much love that little heart of yours has. I will be okay. I have you! I love you, baby.

Blog buddies, thank you guys for all of the sweet comments. You guys rock me right! If I were rich, I'd quit my job and make a life outta traveling the world meeting you guys.