A silver lining, because there always is one...

Hopefully, I will be going out with Jess-i-ma-ca Friday/Saturday night. I need some lady love and many, MANY beers. In fact, why don't we make it a Ladies-Only night? Who's available?

Also, I'm getting new glasses on Saturday! FYI, I haven't seen an optometrist since sophomore year of high school. It's been many moons since then.

PS. I'm very in to my new Kate Nash CD, Made of Bricks, (very Lily Allen-ish but with a much better voice). Highlights: "Merry Happy," MTV-hit "Foundations," "We Get On" and "Birds." This week, I've totally lip-synched to these tunes more than a few times behind my cozy little cubicle walls.

Rant(s) of the day

Brie keeps throwing up on the bed while we're at work. I'm not that worried about her well-being, because she's probably just licking garbage sludge when I let her out to potty in the morning; plus she always eats her dog-food ration for the day. No, I'm mostly pissed that we have to change the bedding EVERY night. That and her farts smell terrible...

NY fashion week starts very soon. In fact, I've already seen some pics from a few parties. In moments like this, I hate that I live in Texas. Well, most moments I hate that I live in Texas...but I can't move to New York with no travel companion, very little job expierence, and no trust-fund coushin. I'm stuck here in the fashion-retarded South while I try to collect enough expierence and reference to make it in the big city.

The wind is so cold that it take my breath away...

Owen is driving me f-ing crazy with his obsession-o'-the-week: loading dvds onto his iPod via a pirated converter program. It does provide an extremely clear high-resolution conversions, but he's been at it all week. Besides, TV-sized Jimmy Paige is way hotter than the iPod-sized version.

I can't get a "woman wellness exam," because the gyno is only available during the week that I'm on my period for the next 3 months. WTF!

Kroger's sushi bar was out of chopsticks this evening. I ate my sushi with a fork. It was shockingly difficult.

Gabe, my infamous ex, contacted me today via myspace. It always throws me for a loop when he's involved...for obvious reasons...

Ok, I'm through bitching. Sometimes you just have to let all your toxic energy out. Thanks for listening.

Not running makes me fat and sad...

Slacking off on my workouts has caused a serious dip in self esteem levels. I hadn't quite prepared for this. I feel terrible about being such a lazy bum. It's just so eff-ing cold out. Oh well, I guess I'll start running on the weekends. I hate myself for hating myself.

Can you be too comfortable?

When do you reach the point of too comfortable in your relationship? Is it when you allow your man to see you when your sick and gross? Is it when you can take a shower together without having sex? Or is comfort just a sign of true commitment and a deeper connection?

This subject has been on my mind a lot lately. I live with my boyfriend whom I've been dating for over a year and a half (my longest relationship), and we are completely comfortable.

But are we too comfortable? We can go through entire evenings without having an interaction that rise above "Did you take the trash out?" We can spend an hour arguing over sentence structure. We've been known to split a bottle of wine and the cost of a Blockbuster rental in lieu of date night.

However...as a rule, if I can pee in front of a guy, then we are as good as done. I can't/won't at gun point pee in front of Owen. I think on some level I'm trying to mantain a female mystique and thus keep him interested. I'm sure that he doesn't care, and probably thinks I'm ridiculous. Also, I wake up every morning with new things to tell him. Sometimes, when I glance at him across the couch, I get a rush of unfamiliarity...like there are parts of him that I haven't touched, secrets left uncovered.

Is there a good balance? Or is any sense of routine a bad thing? Does true love improve with age or lose its spark as we hold fast to the embers?

Update on the Victim

The newest LoofaDog is on its last leg. Brie 5 LoofaDog 0

Arts & Crafts for Adults

I plan on trying this one this weekend.

Thoughts About Running

I've developed a few patterns over my decade of running (gee, I feel old). If I'm wearing long sleeves, I always bury my hands inside my cuffs regardless of the temperature. I tuck the back of my long T-shirts into my shorts (a strange side effect of running in spandex for 4 years). I like wearing knee-length socks, but my shorts can't extend past my mid-thigh region (and I will roll them). I prefer to run at a nice steady pace throughout my course, however I always sprint the last 50 yards (thank you, Frannie). I will never buy running shoes that have any white on them. I sometimes try to barter my way over the harder spots in my course (like "Push through this, and you can have an extra Butterfinger tonight"), which is pointless because I'm always going to eat the extra Butterfinger plus one. I like to come up with new writing prompts and color schemes for my apartment while running. My little brother taught me how to "clear the nostrils a la football" when I was in college, and I still wait until I don't think any cars can see me to perform this un-ladylike task. I prefer to run alone, because I hate the sound of deep, labored breathing. I own a 160 gb iPod, but I continue to use my old-school Nano from 2004 out of habit and comfort. On that note,

My Soundtrack for that Last Mile (somehow my inner music critic is silenced, and I just need music with a good beat):
"99 Problems" -Jay Z
"Kiss Kiss" -Yeah Yeah Yeahs
"Burning Up" -Ashlee Simpson
"Goodnight Goodnight" -Hot Hot Heat
"Hollaback Girl" -Gwen Stefani
"Say This Sooner" -The Almost
"Umbrella" -Rhianna
"Babysitter" -Morningwood
"Flathead" -Fratellies
"Friday Night" -Lily Allen

Who needs Victoria Secret?

When I got to sleep, I wear a headband to keep the hair out of my face, a bite guard to keep from grinding my teeth in sleep and sometimes tape on my forehead to prevent those deep wrinkles that stay around all day. I have no idea why Owen still wants to have sex with me.

A few more goodies from the AMAs.

Vanessa Williams


Marion Cotillard


Marcia Cross

Making a move...

I'll be moving this blog over to tumblr this weekend. I've been having issues posting on blogger, so I'm changing platforms. Out with the old, in with new. However, I promise to provide a link on this site. Just a little announcement.

On the verge of sicky...

I'm not feeling well this evening. My head is stuffy, and my throat is scratchy. Yuck!

I hope it's just allergies...

SAG-Fashion Review (My Faves)

America Ferrera


A Very-Pregnant Cate Blanchett


Ellen Pompeo

Close but no cigar:

Kate Beckinsale-Michelle Williams wore that exact color a few award seasons ago...it's been done

Ellen Page-Simple, chic dress, but funk it up with interesting shoes

Bathing Brie

Pathetic creature who loathes baths...


Bath in action...


You have no idea how much she hates this...

Examples...

"ur such a tough guy badass"
-An ex just told me this via aim. I really liked it.

"You're stange."
-Owen. In response to me trying to describe The Pipettes with extreme seat-dancing.

This is how you compliment a woman.

Guide to Getting Laid

I hate when boys tell me I'm pretty. I prefer smart, witty, capable, strong, honest, stubborn, stylish, etc... Give me a compliment I can take credit for. I'm not responsible for my appearance. That was all my parent's doing. Besides, it requires a lot more thought and creativity to come up with something that is actually applicable to my personality, not just a blanket response about my physical appearance. So, be smart, gents. Intelligence (not pretty words) is the key to getting in a girl's pants.

Owen is making me chocolate gravy for breakfast!

I should be terribly obese. My family has this recipe that's 3-generations old--chocolate gravy, heavy emphasis on chocolate. This recipe is not for the light-of-heart or appetite. The ingredients include sugar, butter, cocoa and evaporated milk which, when combined with heat, form a basic chocolate sauce. This sauce is then poured over biscuits with a tad more butter for added flavor.

I ate chocolate gravy for breakfast practically every morning when I lived at home, and I occasionally had seconds. However, I weigh under 115 pounds. I feel guilty admitting this.

PS...My whole family is small. We are bad PR for healthy family living. Eat chocolate for breakfast and you can be fit just like us!

I had to walk out of a movie tonight.

45 minutes into "Cloverfield," I was running for the door. I get nautious pretty easily, and the un-steady cam work made me extremely sick! It's a shame, because the movie actuallty wasn't that bad. I'm hoping that I'll be able to watch in on a smaller screen without the vertigo. Just a few words of wisdom...

I'm bored...

of work, of Denton, of life...

Since birth, every 6 years I've moved to a completely different place. At 6, we moved from Hobbs, New Mexico to Coahoma, Texas. At 12, we moved from Coahoma to Freer, Texas. At 18, I moved from Freer to Denton, Texas. It's time for something new, something bigger.

I'm the most restless person you will ever meet. Since moving out of my parent's house. I haven't lived in one place for more than a year. The longest period I've ever held the same job is one year (this was while I was in college and I only worked 2 or 3 days a week, so I'm not sure it counts).

Stability scares me. I like when things are messy and difficult; it makes me feel alive to struggle.

I loathe complacency. I hate existance without a purpose, without a greater goal. "Settle" is a the worst word ever invented.

It's time for a big move, a big decision. I want more...

Good morning...

After a morning spent sleeping in and streaming Cashmere Mafia, I'm finally getting out of bed. I need to clean my filthy apartment and body. I plan on finishing Chuck Palahniuk's "Haunted" via my iPod while cleaning. Also, I might try to catch up on my neglected cardio routine, especiallly after the beer tasting last night. I would like to hit up a few stores for some work-clothes scavaging. There is also a library trip in my near future. Busy, busy me!

I told Owen we should do something fun this afternoon, and he said "Like what? Take a nap?" What a wild man!


Owen spent his lunch break with us.

While I was at work today,

Brie pulled my comforter off the bed and...PEED on it! I think she's going through her rebellious teen years, except that she's a dog so she'll be an adult in another month. They grow up so quickly...

Friday Night in Pictures

Brie sat on Owen's lap as he studied for his Pysc class.


I made Bucatini all'Amatriciana (mostly) all by myself. It had a little too much garlic and onion, but it was eatable.


I had my own beer tasting with the Sam Adams mix collection. Yum!

Cliffsnotes: January 24, 2008

I worked 10 hours today. I had to cancel a doctor's appointment, because work is so crazy. I may get my car fixed very soon. I also had dinner with my lady friend (Erica), her man and the O. Perezhilton.com is down. I still can't run because it is so cold out.

It may ice over tomorrow. It probably won't. Goodnight!

PS I'm very in to the new White Stripe's album, "Icky Thump." It has some Zep influences ("300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues"), ZZ Top tones ("Rag and Bone"), Dylan touches ("LIttle Cream Soda") plus some amazing classic-rock inspired breakdowns ("Catch Hell Blues").

"Hey, You've Got to Hide Your Love Away..."

O and I watched the Beatles' movie, "Help," tonight. During "You've Got to Hide You Love Away," I half-heartedly suggested that O learn how to play this song since I really like it. All of the sudden, O disappeared only to reappear from the bedroom guitar in hand. He paused the movie and started playing the song. Reason #234890184047 why I love this boy.

Alien Sightings

Children are my greatest fear realized; young motherhood a fate worse than death. I don't have a maternal fiber in my entire multi-cellular body. My internal clock is out of commission. I'm fucking 23 years old and have zero desire to have a child (this is not a sign of immaturity as much as it is a sign of sanity).

Chick Fila is my version of a haunted house. I go there at least twice a week (4-piece chicken strip combo with a fruit cup instead of fries and a Coke, please), because I love the food, the well-lit interior and the clean tables free of migrant workers and creepy construction men. However, I'm not a fan of the loud shrieks, the crying babies or the bad mommy-appropriate haircuts. Also, I do not find pleasure in being closely watched by those aliens we call children as I attempt to enjoy my lunch hour. I do not enjoy the frazzled mother's vain attempt to communicate with her foreign life form about "staring-waring." Don't get me wrong I pity the mothers (barely older than me) as they shovel slop into one drooling face after another unable to chat about Brit Brit, the latest Vogue...It's those creatures for which I have no sympathy. Don't underestimate them. They are just bodysnatchers in disguise waiting to take over your life the moment you let him cum inside of you even though you know you forgot to take the pill that morning.

Adopt a puppy. They lack motor skills plus they aren't birthed out of your vagina.

Heath Ledger is dead.

He was my first movie-star crush in 10 Things I Hate About You. He played guitar and had long-ish curly hair. Swoon.


It is all very sad, and only makes my 23 years of life seem very short.

His poor child...

This morning...

I'm effing over being cold. Can I go on strike due to poor living conditions? Off to work I go... I hate Texas today.

Art and Relationships

Writing about relationships is like expierencing art. I find it hard to judge artwork while viewing it. I find it kills the vibe of the piece and ruins the expierence if I try to rationalize and categorize right away. No, I find that it's best to wait until the drive home, maybe even over dinner to pick it apart, find the faults, the themes. At this point, I can honestly say that I gave the piece a fair chance. The same is true with relationships. I can't judge a relationship that I'm currently in becaue it will be filtered by the drama of the here and now. Perspective is the key to true enlightment and truth.

I say this and I formulate the story that is Dan...

My New Coat Rack

Along with my daily cardio routine, my bike riding has fell by the wayside due to the frigid weather. Now, my lovely 60's-era bike has to be dusted like a piece of furniture. I've also taken to draping my coats and scarves on its handle bars. Sigh. I'm over this weather.

My Faves for Spring 2008

Alexander McQueen


Bill Blass


Carolina Herrera


Karl Lagerfeld


Marc Jacobs


Badgley Mischka


Christian Dior


Elie Saab


Zac Posen

Food allergies are lame

Taking the avacado out of every piece of sushi if infurating, but it sure beats breaking out in hives and having mind-numbing stomach cramps.

Weekend report

Yesterday's shopping venture was a complete success. Everywhere I went I was meant with sales. In result, I spent too much money but ended up with tons of stuff. I finally bought a purse big enough for my laptop but without that suitcase look. I also acquired a few new sweaters, tank tops, panties and a scarf. All in all, it was fun. I was actually glad I shopped alone. Then I could stay pricecly as long as I wanted at every store.

Last night, O and I met up with Estus, a brilliant journalist who resides in OKC, and Sid, lead singer of Upside fame. We had first drinks at Loophole (where the Jameson girls gave us free shots and nifty light-up shot glasses. Then it was Haley's where we watched Glister, OKC band, who had the hottest lead singer I have ever seen. I'm not even a fan of lead singers, but he was yummy. Our group gained a few odd Dallas folk as we made the journey to Sid's bar (Eight Ball?). It was then I realized the O was way in over his head and should have put the flask down hours ago. I talked him into calling it a night early, and we were in bed before 12.

Aforementioned lead singer in action.

Today was filled with sleeping, reading and avoiding the dreaded clean-day-sunday. Brie is finally better, so we played a rousing game of tug, watched her jump around and just thanked our lucky stars that she pulled through again. I also found the time to cook a pizza. I'm not good in the kitchen, so this is a big deal for me. Also, Whit and I chatted on iChat for awhile. Unfortunately she had to go to church, so I started shouting every curse word I could just so she would fill extra superior (my fave curse word is cunt...that or fuck) and holy in comparison.

Homemade pizza crafted by me.

Tomorrow is Monday, yuck! Light at the end of the tunnel-GG is moving to tomorrow night!


This is how you put off cleaning until 10 o'clock at night.

New hair

Last night before we went out....

Indestructible yet able to fit in your pocket...

That totally should be the next slogan for the iPod. Owen ran over his 160g classic iPod today...AND it sufurred no damage. It bounced back like a champ.

I spent my morning

streaming the latest Ugly Betty, dancing around my bedroom to my myspace song, cuddling the pitiful injured creature. Now, I'm going to the taco shop for breakfast.

Then it's off to Dallas to visit the Hair God, Urban, Gap, American App...just a few of my besties.

This evening is Ladies Night/Estus is in town. I love weekends!

The New & Improved O

My lovely boyfriend cut his own hair this evening. He refuses to pay professionals to cut his hair (not even SuperCuts). He claims it's an issue of frugality. I think it has more to do with his pride. Regardless, he's a cutie...

I'm boring tonight.

I'm not feeling well this evening. Work kicked my ass today. I think we put out half the spring fashions today. SO, I skipped my daily cardio, ate grilled cheese-n-soup, curled up w/my little red laptop in bed and streamed Cashmere Mafia from abctv.com.

I'm still not sure how I feel about CM. It isn't SATC. It's not half that clever, and I really can't relate to the mommy angle. I do love the clothes, though. Lucy Lui has the best wardrobe. I'm hoping the new Ugly Betty will post tonight.

Coming attractions: the story of daniel brent, yummy spring trends from the runways, a review of Kate Nash's "Made of Bricks" that B&N is special ordering for me, shopping day Saturday/hair cut, maybe a few Andy's pics...hopefully the return of my health/energy

More Important Than the Presidential Race

Help me pick a hairstyle. I have an appointment with Hair God, ie Stephen, on Saturday...and I think my hair may be long enough for a style now. I know all these below are a little longer than my current length, but I need a goal.

messy allover layering..



polished and understated with a little bang-age...



allover body-building layers yet sleek...



long bangs and heavy layers...



long face-framing layers with single-length body...



wispy long layers with heavy face framing...


I'm leaning toward Kate, but I think that's because I kind of want to throw down with her. What do you think?

Yuck...

Gossip Girl was a re-run. AND it was the second time they showed the first episode...blah!

At least GG will be on Monday night. Is it a new episode?

XOXO,
Jennifer

Doing taxes...

the day they are due drives me to drink. At least that's my excuse for today.


Cheers!

Guest Blogger: The Rock and Roll Mythos is a LIE (How I Became My Father)

by Owen Setter

There are few certainties that a man can count on in his life. Few things that, when asked about, he can stand firmly, feet anchored to the ground steadfast as an oak, shoulders back, head tilted slightly toward the heavens as if he is daring God himself to challenge his convictions and say, “Yes. This is true.” The fact that I am currently enrolled in an online Psychology class is most certainly one of them. What is less certain, however, is how I came to be in this position, and subsequently how I will fare now that I am here. Since the latter can only be revealed in time, and I am the only one here that can offer any information on the former, I will fulfill my duty, and give the version of my story that makes me look the best.

I was Sooner born and Sooner bred in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Son of a Pediatrician and an aspiring teacher, I was no stranger to intellectual pursuits. I gravitated quickly to the subjects of science, and found great satisfaction in learning and understanding how and why things work the way they do. Aside from helping me to understand general relativity, my father also introduced me to The Beatles when I was 11. This led to a love of music, an interest in playing drums, and set into motion events that would eventually turn me into an expatriate living in Texas, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

At the dawn of the new century, I packed my bags and headed out on a 4 year pilgrimage straight to the heart of the promised land, the Mecca of all Sooner country, that golden garden of Eden – Norman, Oklahoma. While a student at the University of Oklahoma, I began to pursue a degree in chemistry, and I believe I managed to pick up a minor in football as well, with weekly lab sessions at Owen Field led by our fearless sergeant at arms, Bob Stoops. Yes, life was simple then, and full of simple truths. The speed of light was constant. I was a chemistry student. The Sooners were the best in the country. This was when I joined a band because of Burger King.

After dining at one of their fine establishments one night located in the bottom floor of Adams tower, a yellow flyer caught my eye. “Drummer Wanted” is what it said, so I pulled of a tab from the bottom of the flyer that had a phone number, and that yellow tab would proceed to dictate the course of my life for the next 7 years. I called the number, joined the band, and we quickly began weekend travels all around the area, spreading our rock and roll ideology to anyone who would lend an ear, and many that wouldn’t.

It wasn’t always easy pursuing a degree in chemistry while playing and traveling in a rock band, but it wasn’t always hard either. When stress from school would start to weigh on me, I could always rely on sweating out my problems for an hour in some strange, foreign bar somewhere in the Midwest to realign my Chi in a kind of intellectual-primal symbiosis. Oklahoma City, Norman, Shreveport, Little Rock, Monroe, Kansas City, Austin, St. Louis, these were all my weekend spas, bathing in sweat and stale cigarette smoke, and somehow coming out cleaner and revitalized.

I never worried that the music would interfere with my education. Keep in mind, this was a different time. This was the early oughts – a time of unparalleled pride and patriotism, where freedom flowed like fine wine from the mouths of every GOP with visions of sugarplums and WMDs dancing in their heads. Long before every gadget and piece of technology worth owning was prefaced with a lowercase i. A time when what mattered to us was iDentity, and it didn’t come plastered with that insidious pome, the symbol of worship to our great new Orwellian overlord. If ever there were a time where a chemist could be a rock drummer, this was it, and I plunged in head first.

The summer of ’04 was a time of change. At that point, I had completed my degree, and the band had built up a strong following in the area, playing shows in Dallas, Texas, and showcasing at the Viper Room in Los Angeles. There was no question that the band was what I would pursue at that point. We were on the slow track to success, and I had all my life to be a chemist, but rock and roll has a considerably shorter shelf life. Denton was the right place to be for us at that time, with its proximity to Dallas, and we continued to expand our realm, spending more time on the road than ever. I supplemented my income when I was in town by being a babysitter(substitute teacher) for high school kids, and eventually got a job working as a chemist.

The next 3 years were a classic story. We traveled to all 4 corners of this grand country, showcased for countless major labels, made a lot of people happy, made no money, got trampled by the industry machine, signed to a independent label, exhausted all our resources, and resigned to being regular people. After 7 long years of repeatedly doing back flips and crashing to the ground as the Record Industry Lucy whisked the Fame Football out from in front of us, we finally went home, and took our ball with us.

At this point, after successfully avoiding the issue for 7 years, I was finally exposed to the bitter, biting wind of the “real world,” and had to make the age old decision: What am I going to do with my life? I decided, after much contemplation, suggestions form friends and family, and feedback from the same, to attend Optometry school, and this very class is one of the prerequisites that I managed to not take during my tenure at OU. So basically, here I am…going back to school…in order to go back to school.

It is a strange and sordid tale, indeed, our love affair with Jim Beam and the American Dream, but it all makes sense if you look at it. After following my father’s love of The Beatles, I will now follow him into the medical field. I have no doubt that by the end of this semester, this decision will make even more sense than it already does.

Note: Owen wrote the above blog for extra credit in PSYSC 2010, his internet Pyschology class. He is attending a local community college, so that he can enter optometry school in the near future.


Owen is wearing my glasses. I'm wearing his. Yet you can barely tell.

At home on a Monday..

After an evening spent counting china and panties (auditing inventory sucks...fyi), I am off today! So, I've spent this morning doing things I can't normally do on Monday like sleeping in, skipping breakfast, watching Paris Hilton fall out of a car...

I also went running. Normally I do this in the evening when I get home from work which means it's dark out and there's hardly anyone on the streets. My mother does not approve of this activity. She thinks I may get kidnapped or raped. Fear not, Mother. After running at high noon today, I know that I am safer under the cloack of darkness. I had 2 people honk at me and one even pointed (like he was making a shoutout at a concert). Also, I received double-looks from about 20 construction workers. I was forced to run half of my route in the road because part of it goes through TWU (home of lesbians and virgins) and those TWU-ians like to walk 15 abreast. Not to mention, the brightness of the sun is super distracting. In short, I will continue doing all my exercising after daylight hours, Mom. Oh, and I sometimes eat chocolate in bed, sorry.

Just Another Sunday

Owen is spending this afternoon watching the Cowboys game. In order to do so, he had to use our old TV (it gets better reception) with rabbit ears. He then had to put the entire set up on our coffee table, because the new TV is on the credenza. He also likes to stay up-to-date on the scores of other games, so he uses my old laptop with its' gigantic wireless adapter. To make this scene even more ridiculous, he's ignoring all his media outlets to catch up on the latest issue of Discover magazine.

This is the boy of my dreams. I think he's fabulous.

PS. I'll be posting a blog about Owen authored by Owen very soon. Stay tuned...

Random Photography...

Here lately, I've been killing time by surfing other people's blogs. I've found a lot of very interesting things. So, I decided to share with you two photographs that I found very moving for different reasons.


by annie leibovitz.

This I found while purusing Julia Allison's blog I think Leibovitz really captured the essence of Disney, magical and ethereal. This is what fills every little girl's head as she plays dress up in her Mother's gowns and builds castles out of pillows and blankets.


by nobuyoshi araki.

From debauchette's blog, a great porn-as-art site, I love this! I'm struck by the shading, the contrasting texture. I think it's beutiful. Owen thinks it's weird and kind of gross. Maybe I'm just a perv.

Ladies Night and Brie's Vet Visit

Erica gives ladies night two thumbs up.


The swanky upstairs bar at Andy's...pictured: tip jar, my beer, a drunk lesbian's water, Kim's arm, random guy smoking and Andy's T-shirt-clad back. I was obviously a few beers in to the evening when I took this gem of a photo.


I woke up this morning still completely wasted from last night. This is why I don't go out in Denton anymore. Because here, it's go big or don't bother showing up. Denton, I want my liver back. Thanks.

Anyway, Brie had her yearly vaccination/checkup today...and let me just say, that I think it was more painful for me than her. She's been under the weather here lately, as you know. So, I was already a little apprehensive about this visit. We arrived at PetsMart (I've yet to find a vet in Denton that I like...let me know if you have a good one), checked her in, weighed her (and I won't tell you how much she gained since I adopted her) and followed the nurse to our room. Brie started shaking as soon as her paws hit the metal table, because my little girl is smart and she knows pain follows that cold metal feeling. Then my poor baby endured a battery of pokes and prods (including a thermometer up the butt and liquid squirted down her nose). I don't know that Brie will ever be excited to go to PetsMart again. I feel terrible for subjecting her to this, but I know it's for her own good. Oh the joys of being a parent.

I had to reschedule my hair appointment, because I'm pretty sure I was still too drunk to drive at 1130 this morning. Awesome!

I have to do inventory for my job tonight. It's bound to be a blast!

Girl Date

Me in the evening, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

I'm having a ladies night with Erica, a very special girl, I haven't hung out with in a while. It's time for some quality girl talk...

Note: I'll be posting another blog about an ex in the upcoming days. Stay tuned.

Brie on Drugs

Brie on Drugs, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

After a pretty taxing day, O and I arrived home to find our baby had slipped a disk in her back again.

The first time was almost a year ago. We were playing at the park, and she ran over a hill wrong. The vet gave us pain meds which I had to force feed to her.

The second time was a few months later. I was in the middle of a move, so I had to lock her in her cage while I journeyed back and forth between houses. O and I decided to forgo the doctor this time and just let her recoop in her cage minus the meds.

Now, about 6 months later, she's done it again. So, we gave her a pain pill (cleverly hid in some cheese) and watched her trip out. Send your healing vibes Brie's way....

My stapler is a pushy asshole

Stapler, originally uploaded by jrh0119.

My work stapler has a face. This is why it now is banished to the back of my desk. I can't have it staring at me all day full of expectations that I can't possibly meet. The pressure....