Thursday, October 29, 2009

Love at first sight, and another universal dilemma

Someone recently asked me if I believed in 'love at first sight'. I immediately said no. No no no. I think I said no 6 or 7 times. Granted, I may not be the best person to ask about matters of the heart. I am slightly jaded and cynical, due in part to the state of my life at the moment. But back to the topic at hand.
Love at first sight. I want to say yes, I believe in it, because it gives a sense of whimsical perfection that everyone searches for. I want to say yes, but I just really don't think I can. And as far as my children go, I absolutely loved them the second I saw them. But they were a part of me for 9 months prior to our meeting, so I think that doesn't really count.
I believe in 'like at first sight'. I think it is a split second decision that your brain makes when you first see someone. You either like them, or you don't. It's easy, it's quick, and it's how I roll (as well as the rest of humanity). And I think after time, maybe like can turn to love. But I don't think love is something that you just immediately feel, you need to work for that emotion.
Infatuation can be easily mistaken as love, and I believe it is mistaken frequently. I remember being in school and thinking I was just completely head over heels for someone.. thinking I wanted to be with them forever, and I couldn't imagine life without them in it. And now as I'm sitting here, I know for a fact that it has been years and years since I have spoken to these boys, and I'm still alive. Imagine that. Infatuation... it'll get you every time.
Love is a tricky and finicky emotion. It can be all-consuming and irrevocable... but it is also fleeting. It can come and go, just like a common cold. And it really sucks. Falling for someone may be one of the greatest feelings on earth. Having the ground pulled out from under you, and the whole swarm of emotion... it's great. It's not so great when all of that stops, though.
And while I'm on the topic of love and emotions.. Soulmates. Another no-no. I think in a world with 5 billion people, the thought of soulmates is unrealistic. Some people believe that there is 1 perfect person for them out there. I believe that there may be 1 person out there who seems more right for you than anyone else, but I believe that everyone gets more than 1 person. Human beings are complex, and forever changing. So I believe that someone who might have been right for you 10 years ago may not be right for you now. I do believe, however, that when you find someone that you totally click with, and you have tons in common with, you should hold on tight. Because finding someone you can be yourself with, and who accepts you for who you are... I think that is the real happy ending.
Love at first sight.... Soulmates... Two universal dilemmas, and something that every person on earth has an opinion about. And now you know mine.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Is it really...

Is it really better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all? Age old question, and no one really has the answer. 
Some will say yes, because then you have your memories and the warm gooey feelings to keep you warm at night. But then what you also have is the horrid feeling of your heart being broken into unmanageable pieces. 
Some will say no, because then you never have the unmanageable pieces to put back together again. And regardless of how certain they are that this is the better route, I guarantee you that there will always be a glimmer of uncertainty... wondering if this really is the best way to go through life. 
I, however, am planted firmly in the grey area. I believe that both sides have good points, and agree with both of them. That doesn't make me flaky or soft, it makes me smarter than both of them. 
I agree with the yes people, because memories are wonderful. I agree with the no people, because broken hearts suck. 
Some broken hearts are unavoidable.. like losing a family member or close friend. And I don't mean misplacing them, I mean them being taken from you. Forever. That is something that is unavoidable, and also an instance where the memories and gooey feelings are positive. Those broken hearts never go away, but the people who broke them will always be with you. 
Broken hearts that come due to someone flitting in and out of your life... those are the ones I think I could live without. Why are there people that come into your life, shake it about, and then leave? Why do we need people who enter, only to say goodbye? There will always be people in your life who you are always meant to say goodbye to. But why? Why can't we avoid those broken hearts, because really, what are we learning from them? They won't stay with us forever, other than as a mistake in our minds. 
Maybe this makes me seem jaded. Maybe this makes me seem negative and cold. All I know is life would be much easier if we could just see into the future, and avoid all those people who hurt us, and leave us. And not the ones who impact you in a positive way, but the ones who flit in and out, and all they leave is a wake of hurt. 
Because in my mind, I would much rather hurt over people who loved me and then were taken from me. I really have no use for people who pretended to care, only to leave. There is a big difference between those who were taken, and those who chose to leave. Truth be told, I'd rather not hurt at all. But one thing is for certain, I really never want to hurt because someone chose to leave me. That is an intolerable pain that I could live the rest of my life without ever knowing. 
Loving and losing is much different than loving and leaving. 
But, that is just my opinion.

Sunday, September 20, 2009


When I was a kid, I found out the hard way, that I get car sick. I have motion sickness that only affects me in vehicles though, as I can go on roller coasters and I'm fine. Throw me in the passenger seat of a vehicle though, and I'm struggling to keep down the chunks. For that reason, I tend to be the one behind the wheel. Some people see it as a power struggle, I however see it as a necessity. But enough about that, back to the roller coasters. 
They are fun, and I love them. There is one at West Edmonton Mall, the mindbender, that became a big part of my childhood. One time a bunch of friends and I went to the mall, and I rode that sucker 14 times in a row. My tummy wasn't very stoked with me after that, but it was too much fun to care. 
There are a few in Orlando, at Universal Studios, that were the best I've ever been on. Like I said, I love roller coasters. The funny thing they do to your tummy.. it's great. 
The funny thing.. That's called g-force. Not a lot of g's on roller coasters. Where you will find a lot of g's is in a fighter jet. My god, if I ever got the chance to go in one of those, I'd jump! That would be fun. I'd probably hurl everywhere, but it would be awesome regardless.  
2009 has been a giant roller coaster for me. And as much as I love when the g's make my tummy flip, I'm not a fan of what this year has done to my heart. Rides do funny things to my tummy, the roller coaster my life has become is doing funny things to my heart. And as much as I love rides, I'd like this one to be over. But that's the thing, you always know when the ride will end... you get off right where you got on. I, however, have no idea where this one is going to end. I can't see the end of the track, and I'm too buckled in to just jump off. So what do you do when every day is a battle with g-force, and every day is a struggle to keep the proverbial chunks down? 
I guess all you can do is stick it out, hope for the best, keep a clean shirt nearby, and try to enjoy the good parts of the track. Because no matter how dismal it seems, all rides have to end somewhere, right?

Saturday, September 19, 2009

random writings

Sometimes little ditty's come to me, and I stick them in my phone. Here are 2 such examples... 

My heart breaks a little more with each new passing day.
If I could look into your eyes right now, there'd be so much to say. 
Like how you being in my life made me the person I'm meant to be. 
Or how everything about you brings out the very best in me.
You make me laugh and smile when all I want to do is cry.
And it comes so very easy to you as you barely need to try.
You and I fit together like a puzzle that's complete.
And I know I would miss you all the time even if we never got to meet. 
The distance between us is beginning to take its toll.
Because I know that, more than anything, you're a part of my heart and soul. 

I Don't Want To Miss You Anymore
I used to say I Miss You, 
Now all I can say is Why?
You said I'll Never Hurt You,
Now all you say is Bye. 
Where did it go so wrong,
Where did we lose it all?
With you, you're the one, 
Who could have made me fall. 
But now instead of smiles and joy,
My heart is breaking for a boy. 
A boy who stole my heart,
And then broke it in two. 
Now all I can manage, 
Now all I can do, 
Is remember how to live my life,
alone, and without you.

still waters

Imagine this, if you will... A lake, with the water so still you can almost see the bottom. It is calm and peaceful, and everything is as it should be. Some people throw rocks into the lake, causing little ripples, but eventually it becomes still once again. 
Then, as if out of nowhere, a boat appears, disrupting the water. And even though the lake was happy the way it was, it seemed natural and normal for the boat to be there. It was different, but it was a good different. 
A man casts a fishing rod into the lake. The surface is disrupted again, but it became a normal feeling to have the line cutting through the water, even if only for a second or two. 
A little fish, who is very happy in the lake, notices the hook on the fishing line, and is immediately drawn to it. It's new and different, and even though it may be a bad idea, the fish is so caught up with this new introduction to the lake that it goes for it before really considering the damage it could cause. The fish takes a bite, and before it realizes what is happening, it is being reeled in to a world it's never known. But the fish is fine, as in a weird way, it feels like this is what was supposed to happen. Like with that one bite, everything the fish was ever supposed to be was becoming a reality. 
The man reels in the fish, taking it into his hands. He seems pleased with his catch, and the fish was everything he had hoped for. It was strong and beautiful, and he felt like this was exactly the way things were supposed to go. He looked at the fish and smiled, and his heart swelled with joy at his new acquisition. 
Then something happened to the man; he had a sudden change of heart. And even though he knew in his heart that this fish would make him happy, and that he may have just found the fish that was perfect for him, he decided it wasn't right. He decided that the cold fish he had at home would have to suffice, and threw the perfect fish he had spent all that time reeling in, back into the lake. 
The man turned his boat around, and headed back for the shore. And even though the fish was back in its home, the lake was never the same again. For once the fish caught a glimpse of the way it believed things were supposed to be, nothing would ever feel right again until that life became a reality. The lake had been permanently disrupted and changed. And even though it looked the same, it was still sparkly and beautiful, there was a turmoil under the surface that no one could see. A turmoil that changed the lake forever. 
The man came back to visit the lake every now and then, and would talk to the fish he knew was somewhere under the calm surface. He never threw a line in again, but knew if he ever did, the fish would probably be just as happy to see it as it was the first time. But maybe the next time, a little more caution would be used. 
For once you bite off more than you can chew, your world will never be the same again. There may be a turbulence deep down, that no one else can see. Because as long as the surface is calm and serene, no one believes that anything could be askew. But still waters run deep, and lakes can look very different on the bottom than on the surface. 

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Hearts are in our bodies to supply us with blood. Are we all in agreement? And emotions exist merely in the confines of our brains. So explain to me this... why is it that your heart physically hurts when your feelings get smashed? It's some weird phenomenon, and I'm not a fan! 
Having smashed feelings to deal with is hard enough without the actual hurt to deal with, too. 
I have some experience with this. My heart has broken over and over again over the last few months. It was good and solid for many years, and then all hell broke loose, and the poor little thing has been sitting there, in shards, for months. Having a shardy heart is probably not healthy, nor is it comfortable. But it just seems to be one thing after another, and my poor little thub-dubber is just taking a big shit kicking. I know that one day it will resume thumping in it's proper form, but for now I am just trying to get used to having a shattered aortic pump in my chest. It's not the easiest thing to do, as getting it back to its proper form is going to take an insane amount of work on my part. But I guess you gotta do what has to be done. 
So for now, I will live with my shardy heart, and wish for the day that it puts itself back together. Besides, nobody ever died from a broken heart, right? Intolerable pain or not, I will survive. 

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


Don't panic.. I'm not lost, nor have I lost anything. I mean missing, as in missing someone, or something. And now that we have that straightened out.. I will carry on.
At any given moment, someone misses something or someone. You might miss your old school, or a friend, or a pair of really comfortable jeans, or a pet, etc. It can be a good feeling as you recall the memories that brought you to the missing, but then the ick sets in. Missing someone is horrid. You want them beside you, to talk to them, to hear their laugh, to hug them.. but you can't. Miles may be between you, or an uncrossable gap. Whatever it is that separates you, you can feel it with every fiber of your being. 
At this minute in time, I miss several people. And I miss each of them differently. It makes my heart ache. But how do you make it stop? I guess it just takes time to get from the missing, to the reminiscing. All I know is I can't wait til I get there... because the gut wrenching pain has got to stop. 

Sunday, July 19, 2009


The lyrics to Weightless by All Time Low. This song just totally clicked for me. Sometimes life gets really messed up.... and I love it when something is able to pull me out of my own head and helps me to see. 

Manage me, I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book half unread
I wanna be laughed at, laughed with just because
I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

But I'm stuck in this fucking rut, 
Waiting on a second hand pick me up
And I'm over getting older
If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by
I'm over getting old

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction to everything I fear
'Cause I've been going crazy
I don't want to waste another minute here

Make believe that I impress
That every word by design turns a head
I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because (just because)
I wanna feel weightless 'cause that would be enough

If I could just find the time then I would never let another day go by
I'm over getting old

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction to everything I fear
'Cause I've been going crazy
I don't want to waste another minute here

This could be all that I've waited for (I've waited, I've waited for)
And this could be everything, I don't wanna dream anymore

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year
And I've been going crazy, I'm stuck in here (I'm stuck in here)

Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year (it's gonna be my year)
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere (go nowhere)
And this is my reaction to everything I fear (everything I fear)
'Cause I've been going crazy
I don't want to waste another minute here

Friday, July 17, 2009

Mass confusion

Sometimes people can say sentences to you that may make total sense to them, but they completely blow your mind and throw you into a state of total and complete confusion. Hello. I'm Jennie, and I'll be your tour guide on this crazy uncertain ride. 
It doesn't usually take much to confuse someone who is already leaning on the blurry side of certainty. I seem to be residing in the blur lately, so saying anything but "hi" and "bye" to me is sure to throw me into some sort of grey matter melting tail spin. I am not sure what the boiling point of brain is, but I assure you that I am darn close to it! 
I spend minutes, hours, days and weeks rehashing confusing points, and I'm pretty sure my brain is close to packing in and leaving me alone with my thoughts. I have flashes of brilliance that make me feel like I can just leave well enough alone, and carry on... but then there are those moments where it is all I can focus on, and I begin to feel crazy. I am borderline crazy to begin with, so giving me an extra boost is not a good thing. 
I know that one day I will wake up and everything will make sense; my lightbulb will go on; the sun will shine again. But until then, I will over-evaluate everything, melting my brain, and stumbling around like some unstoppable buffoon looking for the light switch. But at least I know that the light switch is there... somewhere. 

Monday, July 6, 2009

Good bye

Good bye. That almost seems like a contradiction of terms, doesn't it? Good. Bye. What is good about bye? So rarely do we really want to say bye, and yet we still put "good" in front of it. Why? There is nothing good about watching someone you care about walk away from you. There is nothing good about the gut-wrenching pain you feel when you realize that they are gone. There is nothing good about missing someone and wanting them back, only to realize that that is not possible. 
There is nothing good about bye. So why call it good? Why not call it sad bye? Or bummer bye? Or, please don't leave me because I truly don't want to be without you bye. 
There is just nothing good about bye. Unless maybe you are bidding farewell to winter. Then it's good in every way possible. 

Sunday, July 5, 2009


Defined as: intense dislike or ill will. It is probably the most volatile emotion there is known to man. And it isn't something that happens overnight. And yet, so many are so quick to use it to describe something. 
For instance; I hate eggs, seafood, snow, cold weather, snobby rude people, death...etc. And yet when I look at those things, I realize that I really only dislike them, as hate my be too strong a word. It isn't something to be taken lightly, as hate can very rarely be undone. 
I believe that true hatred has to be worked for, you have to really truly despise something, for a great time, before you truly hate it. And yet here I sit, fully aware that there is at least one person out in the world who hates me... honest to God hates me. And that is a really weird feeling. I am sure there is more than just one, but right now as I type this, only one comes to mind. And I know this person hates me for their own reasons, and they may make sense to them, but to me, it seems ludicrous and unjust. 
I will be the first to admit when I'm wrong, and take full responsibility for anything I do. But at this time, I see nothing wrong, or any reason for someone to loathe me. And yet, I'm fairly certain if we lived closer, my life would be at risk (not really, but you get my point.) And that's a really unsettling feeling. 
So what do you do? Do you go away and hope the hatred fades with years? Or do you carry on about your business and keep on doing what you're doing? I'm at an impasse, as I'm not sure which road to take. All I know is right now, if I lived closer, someone's brand new truck might get keyed... or at the very least, egged. I may always admit when I'm wrong, but I have to do something wrong first, right ;) Never said I was a bigger person... I just know when to pick my battles. 

Tuesday, June 30, 2009


Do you ever get the feeling that you are standing in a room, and everything is just as it should be. And then someone walks up behind you and starts spinning you around and around. You are twisting quickly, trying to keep the chunks from escaping your mouth, but you know it's only a matter of time before someone gets splashed.
Then you stop spinning and you survey the damage. Black is now white. Up is now down. Everything you seemed to know is now completely different. And that person, the one person who was always stable is now an imposter; a sheep in wolfs clothing. Nothing is as it should be, and you never know if it will again.
Well.... Welcome to my world!
I've been spinning for quite some time now, and am just noticing that the spinning is starting to slow and my surroundings are becoming clearer. Problem is, what do you do when everything you knew as your surroundings are no longer familiar? Hmm.... Conundrum!
So, while the spinning is slowing,I'm trying to get my bearings. But I have a sinking suspicion that nothing will ever be the same again.
But that's just life, right?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

A Fine Line

Have you ever noticed just how many "fine lines" there are in this universe? And for as many as there are, there are even more people who will tell you about them. Gotta love people who have noses like Pinochio and love to shove it where it shouldn't be. But that is a rant for another time. 

Today we are focusing on lines. They are everywhere you look. It is the "fine lines" that need a bit closer inspection to be properly seen. It exists between being forceful or aggressive; being strong or bitchy; being opinionated or obnoxious; being happy or drugged; being definitive or psychotic; being bummed or clinically depressed..... And the list continues. 

People are always quick to point out the "fine line" that exists when two people of the opposite sex are friends. And those people can bite me. For as long as I can remember, I've been friends with boys. I always found girls to be harder to befriend, for many reasons. And as I've grown older, I've noticed that nothing has changed in that department. I have a few girl friends whom I adore, but I rarely attempt at adding more to the roster. Why rock the boat? So if I were to sit down and calculate it, the boys would still come out on top in the numbers. And I'm perfectly fine with that. I enjoy sports and belching.. so it works out nicely.

But there will always be one or two (or several in my case) women who just don't approve of the co-ed friendship situation. And that just beyond drives me nuts. Come on people! Just cuz the equipment would work well together, doesn't mean I'm gonna test drive it. 

I am wondering who drew these lines, and just how permanent they are. Cuz I'm aching to find myself a big fat eraser, and maybe move a few of them just a teensy bit to the left. And no, I'm not talking about that line.... Get your head out of the gutter ;)


Wednesday, June 17, 2009

oh come on!

I am one of those very strangely anal people about my yard. Every spring, I fertilize. Every fall, I fertilize. Every summer, I weed and water and mow and pluck and fuss over the appearance of the green stuff. So you can imagine my chagrin to find dead spots. YES! Dead little patches in my otherwise green lawn. 
I could blame the meandering dog that has been mysteriously leaving dead patches on my neighbors lawns, but unfortunately I have no one to blame but myself in this case. I bought some weed killer this weekend, after carefully reading the back label to ensure it won't kill the grass, only the unsightly yellow "flowers". So I went out on Sunday night, armed with the weed poison, and sprayed the hell out of them. Pleased with myself, I came inside and went to sleep. The bottle ensured that the weeds would be controlled in just 1-2 days. So I closed my eyes and drifted off into a blissful slumber, well aware that the little beastly weeds would be out of my life, and lawn, in a short time. 
I awoke the next morning with a smile on my face that could only have been placed there by the 'green lawn fairies'. I went about my business, pleased with the idea of the poison killing as I did the dishes. Talk about multi-tasking! I glanced in my backyard later, and was puzzled at what I saw. Only the left half of my yard had drooping weeds, and the other half was still all bright and perky. Odd. I shrugged it off and hoped that the rest would soon succumb to their inevitable death. 
I took my son to school on Tuesday morning, and gasped at the sight that awaited me in my front yard. Apparently over the course of Monday, the weed killer hit it's full stride, and ended the life of the weeds in my front yard..... along with the grass that surrounded it! NOT HAPPY! I have little dead circles in my grass! These unsightly little spots are wearing on my brain, and creating stress that I'd rather not have. And I mean, come on! I read the bottle! It said it would kill all weeds... and it mentioned nothing about taking your lawn with them! 
So using the Scotts Turf Builder, I guess, was just a moot point, as I ended up killing little patches with Scotts weed killer. Talk about ironic irony. 

Monday, June 15, 2009


Zack and Jesse are not really big on hair cuts. Zack's hair is so thick, and he has a very unfortunate double crown that gives him a wicked mohawk. And Jesse just looks like a little hooligan. So when their hair grows out, they look like little beatles. Not the icky ones that crawl on the ground, but the ones that sang  "All We Need is Love". Either way, I think they're adorable. 
I took them for haircuts this weekend, and they look SO CUTE! They ordinarily scream bloody murder and cry the whole time, so I was hesitant to take them in.  But after discussing it a bit, and telling them that upon completion they would get a sucker, they agreed. They both sat at the same time. They were great! They talked with their hair dressers, laughed, and didn't flip out once! 
See... persistence, people!! If at first you don't succeed, wait for 3-4 years and try again! 

Monday, June 8, 2009

In the blink of an eye

So yeah, the last time I was regaling you with the goings-on of my world, I was sick in bed. I puked, I fainted, I wanted to die. Little did I know that just 10 days later, my entire world as I knew it would change forever. 

I am writing this now because I have finally had time to wrap my head around it, and although I have not accepted it as fact yet, I realize that it is reality. (try to figure that one out, and you'll know where my head has been for a month and a half) 

My Grandma, Rita Campbell, peacefully left the earth on April 18, 2009. She suffered a rare, but massive, heart attack while making tea and watching Murder She Wrote in her home. My Grandma was an amazing woman; one I aspire to emulate as the years pass me by. She was warm and caring, compassionate and giving, passionate and thoughtful, and one of the most amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Most people know their grandparents, but never really "know" them. I, however, had the privilege of actually knowing my Grandma. 

For as far back as I can remember, she has been there. We always lived close enough for us to see her regularly, if she wasn't living with us. She lived with us for many years, and was always there for the major stuff in our lives. I had the joy of living with her for my senior year of high school. If I could do it again, I would have spent much more time with her in our home, and much less time out being a 16 year old girl. But alas, hind-sight is 20/20. Now all I can do is remember the times we spent together in our 2 bedroom apartment, watching the news and eating pizza and salad. 

That wouldn't be the last time I lived with her though, as she had a house just down the driveway from my family after I graduated. We lived that way until I moved out of my Mom's house, and into my own when I was 20. Despite the distance between us, we remained close, as she did with my whole family. 

She was there the day I got married, met my oldest son when he was only 2 weeks old, and was there with open arms the day we moved back to the city where my whole family lived. She was there the day I had my second son, and spent several hours in the hospital with me before I went home with him. She was there every morning I called her, crying because I had no sleep and my oldest was already awake. She was there the day I moved away, and visited me while we spent a year in Edmonton. She was there the day I moved back, expressing her approval for my new home. She was there for almost every single Christmas, birthday, anniversary, family get-together... among other things. Not only that, I saw her several times a week, and talked to her almost every day. 

So yes, I was incredibly close with her. And although that is making this so much harder to get through, I wouldn't change it for the world. Because I may miss her, and it breaks my heart every time I think of never seeing her again, I have so many memories to keep me smiling for the rest of my life... 

Good-bye Grandma. I will love and miss you forever. xoxo

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

ill, ill, ill...

I spent my day yesterday, in bed. The room was spinning around me, and it felt as though my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Ah, being sick - what a blessed event. 
I woke at 6am to an odd feeling in my stomach, only to have it get progressively worse over the course of the day. The breaking point came at about 6pm last night, when I hobbled to the bathroom, only to awaken around 5 minutes later. Yep! I fainted, and lost 5 minutes of my life. It is a truly unsettling experience, and I would not recommend it to anyone! The only thing I remember is hearing Tom watching American Idol, then there was a bunch of yelling in my head, and I woke up and he was watching NCIS. So evidently, my sub-conscious is a yeller. Who knew? 
I was mostly upset about yesterday because it was my movie-date-night with my honey! We were going to see Fast & Furious. But instead, I heaved 7 pounds out of my body. Sick. Was it a fair trade? Let's see! Paul Walker.... Barfing. Hmm... I'm thinking the hot-ass blue eyed boy wins by a landslide in that battle! But alas, that is not what my body had in mind last night. No popcorn for me! Instead I got to eat (and heave) multi-grain crackers and Canada Dry. What a day! But now here I sit, feeling slightly better, and 7 pounds lighter. I guess I will just use that as my silver lining, and go watch Paul Walker and the sexy cars next week. 

Monday, April 6, 2009

my bad...

Holy crap! It's been over 3 months since I last posted? FOR SHAME, JENNIE! (I am sorry, Erin *wink*)
A bunch of stuff has happened, but I will fill you in on the most recent.... my undying love and adoration for a band called Marianas Trench. It is 4 boys (my age) from Vancouver, BC, and I am unabashedly in love with them! Don't get me wrong, I am not a star-struck groupie, but I did see them twice this weekend. 
I flew to Edmonton to see them with a friend on Saturday night, flew home on Sunday and went straight to their show from the airport. Two of the band guys got a real kick out of that story. YES! I got to meet them, and they are such great guys. They are very humble and personable. One of them even insisted on talking to me, grabbed my hand and made me stay. Yay - I'm special =) 
The show here was much better... not music wise, as both nights they sounded AMAZING. But the Edmonton show was an all ages thingy, and I am just not a fan of screaming teenaged girls! I never was one of them, nor do I appreciate being crammed into a small, hot, sweaty space with them. If anyone is going to annihilate my eardrums, it is going to be the people singing, NOT the idiots screaming! 
The show last night was good. The music was still friggin awesome, but the crowd was all over 18, and there were no screamers amongst them. Good times, indeed. 
And that is about all of the happenings right now for this girl. 
Happy day to you! Keep laughing! Not only is it infectious and wonderful, but it also works out your abs! Win-win!! xoxo

Thursday, January 1, 2009

New Year; New Me - pt 2

It is January 1st,
and all through the land,
people are vowing to change,
vowing to give a hand.
To those in need,
or just to themselves,
to be different this year,
in to January they delve. 
To lose weight this year,
or be nicer to all,
to learn a new language, 
or accept they aren't tall.
To be funnier, or laugh more
or take up a new hobby,
to be nicer to be around
or clean up their lobby.
To make some new friends,
or reconnect with current ones,
to write their first novel,
or quadruple their funds.
But more often than not,
our intentions fall flat,
we lose our ambition,
our drive blows a flat.
We should try, every day,
to be the best that we can,
but every year it's the same,
only important in Jan...
uary, that is,
for whatever reason,
is the time we insist change,
like it's the point of the season.
So this year, maybe try
to be the best you you can be,
smile and love life,
and things will change, you'll see!

January 1, 2009 - JG