Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I Done Did It!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
I got this in the bag, no? What do you MEAN there's a hole in the bag?
Monday, March 15, 2010
Panties in a Ruffle
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.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
"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!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Sunday, December 07, 2008
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. :/