army of one

my uncle richard loves the way i dress

(not really)

he's always telling me how awesome i am.

(really)...

...(sort of)

thanks to him, i can add this little number to my wardrobe.

rich gave me some of his camo pants.

aka fatigues if you want to sound legit.

these are the real deal.

i think he was half way joking, but i, of course, took them.

i hadnt found the right opportunity to wear them.

until today.

something about the rain just made me want to be all i could be.

my dad told me to send a picture to richard from my phone,

but since i still have a phone from the dinosaur ages

(which i happen to love with all my heart)

my sister alisha did the honors and took pictures with her phone to send to him, and since i'm nice, i decided to share them here too.

my nephew brodie had to get in on the action because of how rad he knows i am.

i'm pretty sure they are suppose to be worn clear up on your waist since the crotch is to my knees, but come on, that wouldnt be cool, now would it?

hoppy? halloween...

minus the clown with the strobe light on the stairs,

shasta threw an awesome halloween party.

"i'll get you, you wask-a-ly wabbit"

this was our lame attempt at throwing together costumes last minute for it.

thanks to travis who let cosmo borrow all of his hunting gear.
hunter and rabbit, and pregnant barbie and ken (cheryl and travis)
my poor tail was squished by the end of the night

me and my little sis alisha

me and cheryl

according to cosmo, this was "fake halloween" since it was 2 weeks before halloween.
stay tuned for pictures from "real halloween".

i think we were able to redeem ourselves with the "real halloween" costumes...

things i think about on the drive to work.

when you see a garbage bag on the side of the road, does anyone hope/imagine that there is a dead body cut up inside of it?

you say morbid.
i say imagination.

*i should probably stop watching criminal minds so much*

come out, come out, wherever you are

for my own fleeting sanity...

winter please come soon.

i am special.

happy birthday to me!
dont believe me that i'm awesome?
even google agrees that my arrival to this earth is worth celebrating.
i always have to smirk my little bratty smile when i see this.

i am jack's complete lack of surprise

reason #72 that i love my husband:

we have deep meaningful conversations over dinner.

tonights discussion- which movie did brad pitt look best in.

thats right.
these things are important topics that need to be discussed.

the contenders:

Tyler Durden-Fight Club

"listen up maggots. you are not special. you are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. you're the same decaying organic matter as everything else."

"the things you own, end up owning you."

"i want you to hit me as hard as you can"

Mickey O'Neil-Snatch
"d'ya like dags? yeah. dags"
"its not for me. its for me ma"
"why do i want a caravan that's got no wheels?"

cosmo's pick: tyler durden
his argument:
"he has the best shoulders, he's in amazing shape, he's just awesome. and i want his clothes. i really want his clothes"

my pick: mickey o'neil.
my argument:
"he's still cut, but he's tatted up and dirty. plus he has a rad accent"

so what do you think?

cruisin'

back in may we went on a cruise with cheryl and travis.

it was awesome.

and here's some pictures.

(i'll post a lot more later when i get more time, i was just sick of my hair pictures being the first thing you see on this)

tulum ruins

cozumel mexico

miami skyline from the boat

haiti

(not the earthquake part)

we went to haiti, jamaica (a horrible place), cayman islands, and cozumel mexico.

i'm going to leave you in suspense and post more later.

lets just say, i miss franklin, and i want to go back.

diamonds? nah, HATS are a girls best friend

my love affair with hats and bandannas has definitely come in handy..

my head will be warm for the next 3-4 months

(i figure this is the amount of time it will take to get a little length back)

change in the wind

"nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.
leave the house before you find something worth staying in for"
-banksy

i needed this little kick in the butt.

i need to create.
i need to be spontaneous.
i need to trust my abilities.
i need to explore.
i need to not grow complacent.
i need to be adventurous.
i need to not be afraid to fail.
i need to accept change.
i need to live up to my potential.
i need to love more.
i need to stress less.
i need to be jenn.

.

oops. i did it again.

every 3 or 4 years i get bored and this is what happens.

long story short...

this is not the outcome hoped for.

3 haircuts from 3 different people in 3 days,

(thats gotta be a record right?!)

all the while, it kept getting shorter and shorter...

and farther and farther from the original idea.

dont ask me if i've cried..

hair grows right?

next time please talk me out of it.

luckily i will attract millions of 14 year old girls with my striking resemblance to justin beiber

hypothetically speaking...

when you ask to try on your best friends cute shorts, and she tells you that they are going to be way to big on you, but you argue with her and tell her that they will fit, but she insists that they wont, and then you put them on and they do indeed fit,

what you SHOULDNT say is-

"SEE I TOLD YOU I WAS FAT"

"youre a wolf, boy get out of this town..."

sometimes i really like being right.

this is one of those moments that makes me sit back, kick my feet up, put my hands behind my head, and smile with a quirky grin and think 'i told you so'

let me preface.

i love concerts. always have. i'm not talking big arena, way too many people being obnoxious, crappy band concerts.

i'm talking small, intimate, sweaty because youre in a little room with no a/c, youre so close to the band that you can see the passion in their eyes, concerts.

i'm hooked. like a drug.

many years ago, someone

(i wont say names, but i do like this person,they just gave bad advice)

told me..well challenged me... to stop going to shows.

told me that i would never find a respectable young man to date and marry that would go to shows with me.

he said that a concert is no place to meet guys.

i tried to explain to him that i went to shows to hear music, not to pick up on guys, but this concept was lost on him. he could not understand how a girl could be into that kind of music scene (he was a part of this music scene in his younger days)

i told him i wouldnt stop going to shows. it was part of my life blood.

he told me that i would never have a nice young man that would go to shows with me once i was married, and when i was married, it would be inappropriate for me to go alone, so i should stop now.

this brings us to present day...

as i stood there listening to sea wolf, head bobbing to the music,

the conversation from the past that was long forgotten popped into my head.

i looked to the left of me, and there was my good respectable husband standing next to me, singing right along.

and i grinned.

i love being right.

just what i needed....

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars"
-kahlil gibran

"It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then"
-alice in wonderland

"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed."
-g.k. chesterton

dont ask. dont tell.

L to R: lafe, cosmo, sean, steve, richard

sorry.

had to re-visit this beauty.

posted this a long time ago, and i was looking through pictures and got a much needed laugh.

happy spring lovin' everyone!

insomnia = happy easter!!

PICTURES!!! i discovered i could take pictures from cosmo's phone and send them to my email and then put them on here! so this will do for the time being.....

tonight i cant sleep.

i'm exhausted and burnt out, but my brain wont shut off.

i feel anxios and decided i needed to create something.

a great outlet to focus my energy (or lack there of) on other things...

brainstorming...

what can i do/make?

...easter this weekend....

....i could make a treat for work tomorrow for everyone....

something impressive so everyone can confirm how awesome i am...

after a quick late night trip to walmart

WAH LA! TA DA!

easy peasy lemon squeezy.

except it doesnt have peas or lemons in it..

little mini baskets with corn flake rice krispies died green with coconut and robin eggs on top.

now i can sleep.

hope everyone has a happy easter!

confessions of a pictureless blogger...

still no pictures.
with everything going on in life right now, getting new space for the computer has been last on the list of priorities and concerns..
right now the goal in life- survival.

one of my survival modes- shopping.... more so window shopping... i love looking at all the fancy clothes i want online without ever really buying anything.. i love picturing how i would make it work and how it would look. but when reality kicks in, i'm a boring white vneck t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. no accessories, no fuss, no fun. maybe to add some spice, i'll throw in an occasional colored hoodie. oh how i love my hoodies....

i have big dreams of dressing girly. i really do. i look at old vintage websites over and over. admiring how girls can have the imagination to pull some of these outfits together.
my style icon = zooey deschanel in 500 days of Summer. actually, just her in general.
i WANT to be that girly girl with that old vintage fashion feel. i WANT to wear ruffles and pretty colors and accessorize.
but morning comes and my white vneck calls my name over and over again. taunting me with its comforting and carefree/non-fuss ways.

and guess what.
it wins.
game over.

pity party. table for one.

since i STILL cant download pictures onto my computer, i'll get some advice from everyone in another pictureless post....

Remember Jeremiah ?

well.... i went back for a trim. a TRIM.

nothing more. nothing less.

i raved about how much i loved his last hair cut, and i told him i wanted it exactly the same, just my ends needed to be trimmed up because i torture them with my blow dryer and flat iron daily.

i went in with a smile. i came out with tears. (my poor husband... i was on suicide watch for a good 48 hours..)

i lived with it for about a week until i finally got up the guts and called and asked if he could fix it. (i have NEVER done that before, but i had spent too much money to hate it as much as i did..)

So i went back in and he 'fixed' it.

4 1/2 inches later.... my long hair was not so long anymore.

ok...so its still long.... just not as long....

and its still not as good as it was the very first time he cut it...

SO...... do i go back next time i need a trim and give him another chance?? or do i cut my losses and continue my search...

am i being to critical?

am i a brat?

should i relax and stop whining?

probably.

possibly.

maybe.

yes.

maybe i should cut it short again...

LONG (before the quote, unquote, trim)

sorta SHORT (with britt and shasta, girls i love!)

(its been shorter, but cant find a decent pic of it right now...)

thoughts? ideas? inspirations? dreams? wishes? hopes? desires?