Friday, November 28, 2003
I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving! Just to let you know, my mom answered the phone, "Gobble, Gobble!" I wish I could tell you my padres have caller ID and she knew it was me, but I can't . . .
We had a Puerto Rican family over for an "American Thanksgiving" last night. How do you explain green bean casserole? We all ate until we wanted to be sick, we told them that was part of the festivities. I got Martha Stewart on everyone and created a 3 candle centerpiece with leaves around it. We ate outside, I guess I won't be eating outside next year . . .
Are you ready for some shopping? I am not obsessive. I did not wake up at 5 or anything ridiculous, but I do love shopping the day after Thanksgiving. There is an electrical excitement in the air. It is a great day to sit on a bench and people watch too. They all will come out today . . .
We had a Puerto Rican family over for an "American Thanksgiving" last night. How do you explain green bean casserole? We all ate until we wanted to be sick, we told them that was part of the festivities. I got Martha Stewart on everyone and created a 3 candle centerpiece with leaves around it. We ate outside, I guess I won't be eating outside next year . . .
Are you ready for some shopping? I am not obsessive. I did not wake up at 5 or anything ridiculous, but I do love shopping the day after Thanksgiving. There is an electrical excitement in the air. It is a great day to sit on a bench and people watch too. They all will come out today . . .
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
I have a pile of laundry that almost reaches the ceiling. The rest of my apartment is clean, but this laundry is out of control. I really want to see if I can build it up to reach the ceiling.
It reminds me of a time in college when Katrina grew out her leg hair. It wasn't because she was becoming a naturalist or boycotting femininity. It was just to see if she could.
Sometimes you just have to see what you can withstand and since I have no desire to inflict pain and suffering on myself, I grow laundry piles to the ceiling.
Everybody has to have their thing, right?
Hey, here's a heads up to cinnamon fans. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT try the new Crest cinnamon toothpaste. The fabulous taste will fool you. You will end up with burning redness around your mouth that lasts longer than the toothpaste does. Hype. Cinnamon toothpaste is all hype. Stick with mint.
It reminds me of a time in college when Katrina grew out her leg hair. It wasn't because she was becoming a naturalist or boycotting femininity. It was just to see if she could.
Sometimes you just have to see what you can withstand and since I have no desire to inflict pain and suffering on myself, I grow laundry piles to the ceiling.
Everybody has to have their thing, right?
Hey, here's a heads up to cinnamon fans. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT try the new Crest cinnamon toothpaste. The fabulous taste will fool you. You will end up with burning redness around your mouth that lasts longer than the toothpaste does. Hype. Cinnamon toothpaste is all hype. Stick with mint.
Monday, November 24, 2003
Today at school we followed a Friday schedule. There is nothing more ridiculous than following a Friday schedule on a Monday. There was no reason for this madness. It is just painful.
I only have 6 more months in Puerto Rico, and I am trying to come up with things I will not miss (in a vain attempt to "be ready").
Dear Puerto Rico,
I will not miss your potholes that are large enough for a full-size car. I will not miss the loneliness I will leave here with you. I will not miss your inability to change colors for the seasons. I will not miss your 100% humidity or frying heat. I will not miss your preoccupation with style, trends, and vanity.
Love Always, Jenn
I only have 6 more months in Puerto Rico, and I am trying to come up with things I will not miss (in a vain attempt to "be ready").
Dear Puerto Rico,
I will not miss your potholes that are large enough for a full-size car. I will not miss the loneliness I will leave here with you. I will not miss your inability to change colors for the seasons. I will not miss your 100% humidity or frying heat. I will not miss your preoccupation with style, trends, and vanity.
Love Always, Jenn
Sunday, November 23, 2003
There are just a handful of places that when you walk in you feel almost as comfortable as you do in your own house. Today, I am "homesick" for other people's homes. I would love to be at the Song's house for Sunday lunch, or sitting in Lyndsay and Jon's kitchen just talking over coffee, or in Dacia's house playing Scrabble, or at 2412 making s'mores in the gas fireplace . . . ok maybe not.
Is it ok that I am listening to Soul Asylum? Sometimes you just need flannel.
Is it ok that I am listening to Soul Asylum? Sometimes you just need flannel.
Saturday, November 22, 2003
Ok, after much mind wrestling debate, I have decided to follow the masses and "blog." I have no idea how to make this site sophisticated and the such, so if you do feel free to let me in!
Outside my window there is a pigeon under a tree. It is raining, and the pigeon is walking back and forth ducking its head, trying to stay dry. I watched the pigeon for about 10 minutes until it looked at me. It looked slightly embarrassed so I went inside to respect its privacy.
My dad mailed me the I 40 Chronicles last year, and I am relistening to it and loving it. I love Carmelita, perhaps that's due to my long-lasting affair with Adam.
It is hard to know how to start on-line journaling, but I thought I'd start with what I know.
I know . . .
Lemonade tastes best in the summer.
The smell of beer does it for me every time.
I am not trendy or sophisticated.
Clean sheets excite me.
My dad can always recommend a book.
I love my sisters more than any other persons in this world.
Wrinkles don't scare me.
Denim is better with age.
Alcohol and dairy really don't mix (thanks to Jed's White Russian nite).
Someday I will own a silver car.
Shoes and comfort aren't always friends.
"While it is admirable and desirable to be enough, only masochists want to be 'too much.'" Maya Angelou
Outside my window there is a pigeon under a tree. It is raining, and the pigeon is walking back and forth ducking its head, trying to stay dry. I watched the pigeon for about 10 minutes until it looked at me. It looked slightly embarrassed so I went inside to respect its privacy.
My dad mailed me the I 40 Chronicles last year, and I am relistening to it and loving it. I love Carmelita, perhaps that's due to my long-lasting affair with Adam.
It is hard to know how to start on-line journaling, but I thought I'd start with what I know.
I know . . .
Lemonade tastes best in the summer.
The smell of beer does it for me every time.
I am not trendy or sophisticated.
Clean sheets excite me.
My dad can always recommend a book.
I love my sisters more than any other persons in this world.
Wrinkles don't scare me.
Denim is better with age.
Alcohol and dairy really don't mix (thanks to Jed's White Russian nite).
Someday I will own a silver car.
Shoes and comfort aren't always friends.
"While it is admirable and desirable to be enough, only masochists want to be 'too much.'" Maya Angelou
