Well, outside of my husband, I don't have one.
Not a best friend in the normal sense anyway, no single BFF who I share all of life secrets with... who laughs with and at me, cries right along beside me... no one single person with inside jokes.
I have been getting really close with my little sister, but there are still some things I just don't share. I have some really great friends, who I have seen me at my worst, some have seen me at my best. I have laughed hysterically... but not cry very often.
The truth is though, that even if I had ONE best friend, I still probably wouldn't tell them everything. Turns out, I'm kind of guarded.
Go figure.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Day 3 - Perfect First Date
I've had so few first dates in my life, that I really can't think of what my perfect one would be. I have no bank from which to withdraw, haha.
My very first date was with a boy named DJ - he had his mom ask my dad if he could ask him if he could ask ME if I would go on a date with him. Yep, that took FOREVER to type. I was only 14 and I wasn't allowed to date until I was 16...he knew that, so he was very polite in going about things the "right way". I thought the boy had a crush on me but I didn't know he "liked me, liked me"... He called me, asked if I would go to the movies. On the big night, he came to my house and picked me up, all proper like. He took me by his house to say hi to his mom and then to the show. I don't remember the movie, but I do remember his mom saying how well we complemented each other. How I was like the light and he was like the dark. I'm not sure about that... but, I'm sure she meant nothing but sweetness. He was a perfect gentlemen, with no expectations or pressure. We never went out again, but it was a great first date. I wonder if he even remembers that.
How about my last first date... 18 years ago, I was working in a McDonalds, a boy I knew from HS came through my drive thru and we made plans to meet up later. He had Shaun in the truck with him and brought him along later that night. There was a deck of cards, an inappropriate card game and a lot of beer involved... but the rest of our lives began that night. That was technically our "first date"... but our first date OUTSIDE of the house was a walk on the river trail and dinner at Mandarin Pine. How would I have known that that night would set the stage for my life? He held the door (sweet), helped me order (sweet), made conversation (sweet).... even offered to let me try his food (sweet)...... - asked if I liked hot things. Of course, I said! (so sweet)....... He gave me a pepper, I had never had one... and said "chew it a lot!"... he just kept looking at me with this smirk, waiting to see my reaction... (here is the moment my life path started to lay out in front of me).
Man, I chewed as fast as I could, took some sips of water and said "Wow, that's really good".... while my steam was shooting out of my ears and tears were rolling down my face... and smiled like it was the best food on the planet. He just laughed, shook his head, gave me his water (mine was gone) and we went on with the night. We have spent nearly every day of the last 18 years together.
So, I guess his technique worked.
If I could have a first date again, it would be just simple. Dinner and a walk with a loving, sweet man would be just perfect.
My very first date was with a boy named DJ - he had his mom ask my dad if he could ask him if he could ask ME if I would go on a date with him. Yep, that took FOREVER to type. I was only 14 and I wasn't allowed to date until I was 16...he knew that, so he was very polite in going about things the "right way". I thought the boy had a crush on me but I didn't know he "liked me, liked me"... He called me, asked if I would go to the movies. On the big night, he came to my house and picked me up, all proper like. He took me by his house to say hi to his mom and then to the show. I don't remember the movie, but I do remember his mom saying how well we complemented each other. How I was like the light and he was like the dark. I'm not sure about that... but, I'm sure she meant nothing but sweetness. He was a perfect gentlemen, with no expectations or pressure. We never went out again, but it was a great first date. I wonder if he even remembers that.
How about my last first date... 18 years ago, I was working in a McDonalds, a boy I knew from HS came through my drive thru and we made plans to meet up later. He had Shaun in the truck with him and brought him along later that night. There was a deck of cards, an inappropriate card game and a lot of beer involved... but the rest of our lives began that night. That was technically our "first date"... but our first date OUTSIDE of the house was a walk on the river trail and dinner at Mandarin Pine. How would I have known that that night would set the stage for my life? He held the door (sweet), helped me order (sweet), made conversation (sweet).... even offered to let me try his food (sweet)...... - asked if I liked hot things. Of course, I said! (so sweet)....... He gave me a pepper, I had never had one... and said "chew it a lot!"... he just kept looking at me with this smirk, waiting to see my reaction... (here is the moment my life path started to lay out in front of me).
Man, I chewed as fast as I could, took some sips of water and said "Wow, that's really good".... while my steam was shooting out of my ears and tears were rolling down my face... and smiled like it was the best food on the planet. He just laughed, shook his head, gave me his water (mine was gone) and we went on with the night. We have spent nearly every day of the last 18 years together.
So, I guess his technique worked.
If I could have a first date again, it would be just simple. Dinner and a walk with a loving, sweet man would be just perfect.
Things are changing
Life is going so weird right now.
On one hand, I'm super excited to share that I just got approved for weight loss surgery and my life is about to change in a HUGE, HUGE way.
On the other hand, we are going through some big money changes and that part of our life is going to change in a HUGE, HUGE way.
On yet ANOTHER hand, Shaun just got a new job and his world is changing HUGE too.
I am excited, nervous, scared...
I'm a million different feelings about the surgery, and even though I know its awesome, I feel like I'm going to be left in the dust. He is on a trajectory, a shooting star at work... getting healthy... and I am still just here. Just hanging out.
Things are changing - its all going to be good - right? Why? Well, because Life is Good in the Land of Jen.
Most of the time, anyway.
On one hand, I'm super excited to share that I just got approved for weight loss surgery and my life is about to change in a HUGE, HUGE way.
On the other hand, we are going through some big money changes and that part of our life is going to change in a HUGE, HUGE way.
On yet ANOTHER hand, Shaun just got a new job and his world is changing HUGE too.
I am excited, nervous, scared...
I'm a million different feelings about the surgery, and even though I know its awesome, I feel like I'm going to be left in the dust. He is on a trajectory, a shooting star at work... getting healthy... and I am still just here. Just hanging out.
Things are changing - its all going to be good - right? Why? Well, because Life is Good in the Land of Jen.
Most of the time, anyway.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Day 2 - Something you ate
Well, turns out I was rather ambitious in my previous blog attempts but have NO follow through.
So, a year later, I am now ready for "Day two"
I am home alone today. So, for breakfast I had Doritos. And for lunch had ice cream and Doritos, with PB and J dip.
Yep, you read that right. I made up a meal. Ever since I one of my oldest friends, Katy, put Doritos on her PB and J in junior high, it has been a favorite treat. I didn't really feel like making a sandwich today, so I just mixed up the two in a bowl and dipped my chips in it. GENIUS.
So, a year later, I am now ready for "Day two"
I am home alone today. So, for breakfast I had Doritos. And for lunch had ice cream and Doritos, with PB and J dip.
Yep, you read that right. I made up a meal. Ever since I one of my oldest friends, Katy, put Doritos on her PB and J in junior high, it has been a favorite treat. I didn't really feel like making a sandwich today, so I just mixed up the two in a bowl and dipped my chips in it. GENIUS.
Off my Game
I should start off by saying that I'm not looking for guests at my pity party, everyone is allowed to feel down from time to time. no one reads this little jewel anyway, haha. So, I'm basically just journaling.
So, I'm in a bit of a slump. I'm not exactly sure what my issue is, just that I have one. Maybe I'm hitting mid-life crisis early? Hope not, because that means I wont even make it to 80.
In any case, Im sitting at home today, alone... feeling like I have too many things to do, too many bills to pay, not enough energy to go anywhere and not enough money to make dent. I feel like I have don't absolutely nothing with my life and I have wasted my time.
I have mismanaged my future, and made mistake after mistake in my past. I am unsatisfactory in every way. A crappy wife, a lazy mom... I'm not a good daughter and I don't support my sisters and friends in the ways I should.
So, while I am venting and feeling sorry for myself:
I wish I had a relationship with my sisters like my friends do. One of them goes to the beach with her sister and their kids each summer. They drink wine, eat good food and let their kids play while they visit and relax. I've never known that kind of relationship, but I long for it.
I also long for a best friend. I have good friends, but I don't have a best friend. When I was a kid, I thought I had best friends... but in retrospect, I'm pretty sure I was just another friend to most of them, not THE friend. I've always wanted someone in my life who knew my heart. Someone who could know all of my secrets, laugh and cry with me, sing loudly in the car with me or just have random thoughtful conversations with no judgment. Or, tell me if I've done something really stupid, but wont hold it against me. I've never had that as an adult. I almost did, but then that bitch screwed me.
I want to be hot. Yep, hot - not like, oh, I'm so sweaty but as in "Damn, girl, you look good". I am so worried about the potential surgery but I cannot WAIT for someone to say I look good again.
I want to be smart. What in the hell happened to me? I've been watching game shows with Kayla and I am surprised when I know all of the answers. I used to be so smart, so engaged. I remember having long discussions, fun debates, actual opinions on more going on in the world than only what is on TMZ. I really need to go back to school before I lose all of my mind.
I want a pretty house. I really want to paint, but I cannot seem to find the energy OR pick a freaking color. It sucks to be so indecisive. I wish someone would just come in, organize all my stuff, clean my carpets and paint my dang walls. Genie, grant me this wish!
I want my yard to be pretty. I freaking hate cinderblocks. And I also cannot grow an damn thing, so all of our green things are now brown. I want a place to sit outside where I can sip lemonaide and pretend to be on a big porch watching the world pass by. I yard where my dogs are free to run circles around the edges but where I can also walk without flipping my ankle on a grass/weed/dirt clod or poop.
I want to be active. I really wish I had the kind of heart that loved action and adventure. But, I don't. Im not asking to be a mountaineer or marathon runner. I just want to be good enough so that if I wanted to walk around a new place in the world, I could do so without feeling winded. I want to go on walks around parks or the neighborhood, go on trails to see pretty waterfalls, walk around the lake while we are camping... ride bikes with my kiddos. Play fetch at the dog park with my boy Alvin.
I want good hair and a sense of style. I have neither and I also have no aptitude for learning. I need someone to say "here, wear this" and someone to say "tada! Your hair is gorgeous!".
Ok, well, now this is really starting to be a big list. But thinking about how cool life could be is actually starting to help me get out of my little slump.
That's what a little writing it all out will do for me, huh. Guess I forgot about that part of journaling.
Alright, Im out. Have a good night, world.
So, I'm in a bit of a slump. I'm not exactly sure what my issue is, just that I have one. Maybe I'm hitting mid-life crisis early? Hope not, because that means I wont even make it to 80.
In any case, Im sitting at home today, alone... feeling like I have too many things to do, too many bills to pay, not enough energy to go anywhere and not enough money to make dent. I feel like I have don't absolutely nothing with my life and I have wasted my time.
I have mismanaged my future, and made mistake after mistake in my past. I am unsatisfactory in every way. A crappy wife, a lazy mom... I'm not a good daughter and I don't support my sisters and friends in the ways I should.
So, while I am venting and feeling sorry for myself:
I wish I had a relationship with my sisters like my friends do. One of them goes to the beach with her sister and their kids each summer. They drink wine, eat good food and let their kids play while they visit and relax. I've never known that kind of relationship, but I long for it.
I also long for a best friend. I have good friends, but I don't have a best friend. When I was a kid, I thought I had best friends... but in retrospect, I'm pretty sure I was just another friend to most of them, not THE friend. I've always wanted someone in my life who knew my heart. Someone who could know all of my secrets, laugh and cry with me, sing loudly in the car with me or just have random thoughtful conversations with no judgment. Or, tell me if I've done something really stupid, but wont hold it against me. I've never had that as an adult. I almost did, but then that bitch screwed me.
I want to be hot. Yep, hot - not like, oh, I'm so sweaty but as in "Damn, girl, you look good". I am so worried about the potential surgery but I cannot WAIT for someone to say I look good again.
I want to be smart. What in the hell happened to me? I've been watching game shows with Kayla and I am surprised when I know all of the answers. I used to be so smart, so engaged. I remember having long discussions, fun debates, actual opinions on more going on in the world than only what is on TMZ. I really need to go back to school before I lose all of my mind.
I want a pretty house. I really want to paint, but I cannot seem to find the energy OR pick a freaking color. It sucks to be so indecisive. I wish someone would just come in, organize all my stuff, clean my carpets and paint my dang walls. Genie, grant me this wish!
I want my yard to be pretty. I freaking hate cinderblocks. And I also cannot grow an damn thing, so all of our green things are now brown. I want a place to sit outside where I can sip lemonaide and pretend to be on a big porch watching the world pass by. I yard where my dogs are free to run circles around the edges but where I can also walk without flipping my ankle on a grass/weed/dirt clod or poop.
I want to be active. I really wish I had the kind of heart that loved action and adventure. But, I don't. Im not asking to be a mountaineer or marathon runner. I just want to be good enough so that if I wanted to walk around a new place in the world, I could do so without feeling winded. I want to go on walks around parks or the neighborhood, go on trails to see pretty waterfalls, walk around the lake while we are camping... ride bikes with my kiddos. Play fetch at the dog park with my boy Alvin.
I want good hair and a sense of style. I have neither and I also have no aptitude for learning. I need someone to say "here, wear this" and someone to say "tada! Your hair is gorgeous!".
Ok, well, now this is really starting to be a big list. But thinking about how cool life could be is actually starting to help me get out of my little slump.
That's what a little writing it all out will do for me, huh. Guess I forgot about that part of journaling.
Alright, Im out. Have a good night, world.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Getting on track!
Look at me, with another entry in less than 6 months! I assume its just me reading this, so I'm feeling a little diary-ish.
In any case, I'm making progress with the hoops I need to jump in order to reach weight loss surgery. I went to the psych eval, which was fun. Some of the questions were "are you currently posessed?" and "do you think the walls are watching you right now?" ... um, no. I'm not sure how that all ties into losing weight, but it was entertaining anyway. It reminded me of those old fun myspace quizzes or the ones from YM magazine back in the day.
Anyway, did the upper GI, blood draw, EKG, chest xray and stomach ultrasound. Went to my first nutritional counselling session today and tomorrow is the scope. Moving right along!
We joined a gym a while back and finally started going . Someone (ahem, Shaun....) decided we need a trainer. I've gone a couple of times and even though I hate the thought of paying for it, I am already thinking the outcome is worth the effort. My trainers is already pushing me to do things I would NEVER even think I could do. I'm pretty sure his main goal is to take me to the brink of collapse and then say "see, its easy!". Ha, funny guy. (where is that sarcastic font when you need it?)
In any case, I'm making progress with the hoops I need to jump in order to reach weight loss surgery. I went to the psych eval, which was fun. Some of the questions were "are you currently posessed?" and "do you think the walls are watching you right now?" ... um, no. I'm not sure how that all ties into losing weight, but it was entertaining anyway. It reminded me of those old fun myspace quizzes or the ones from YM magazine back in the day.
Anyway, did the upper GI, blood draw, EKG, chest xray and stomach ultrasound. Went to my first nutritional counselling session today and tomorrow is the scope. Moving right along!
We joined a gym a while back and finally started going . Someone (ahem, Shaun....) decided we need a trainer. I've gone a couple of times and even though I hate the thought of paying for it, I am already thinking the outcome is worth the effort. My trainers is already pushing me to do things I would NEVER even think I could do. I'm pretty sure his main goal is to take me to the brink of collapse and then say "see, its easy!". Ha, funny guy. (where is that sarcastic font when you need it?)
Friday, February 22, 2013
A change is coming...
So, a year ago I posted something about going to a weight loss seminar and how I thought maybe that would be a good idea. I went to the first appointment and then decided it wasnt such a great idea.
Now, a year later, I am back to thinking its the right choice.
I went to a seminar with my friend Niki, made my first consulation appointment that night. Turns out, there are a LOT of hoops to jump through, but I'm ready. This doctor is a million miles closer than the other one and that alone makes all of the difference in the world.
The hoops:
Consultation
1 meeting with a psychologist
2 physical therapy sessions to make a workout plan etc
1 nutritionl consulation followed by 3 months of nutritional counseling.
an EKG, lab work, an upper GI and a scope
I've already done the consultation, the psych eval and made all of the other appointments except for the physical therapy.
If all goes well, I'm looking at mid June/ early July for a surgery date!
GO ME!
Now, a year later, I am back to thinking its the right choice.
I went to a seminar with my friend Niki, made my first consulation appointment that night. Turns out, there are a LOT of hoops to jump through, but I'm ready. This doctor is a million miles closer than the other one and that alone makes all of the difference in the world.
The hoops:
Consultation
1 meeting with a psychologist
2 physical therapy sessions to make a workout plan etc
1 nutritionl consulation followed by 3 months of nutritional counseling.
an EKG, lab work, an upper GI and a scope
I've already done the consultation, the psych eval and made all of the other appointments except for the physical therapy.
If all goes well, I'm looking at mid June/ early July for a surgery date!
GO ME!
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