The little tear off calendar that rocked my world

Today is Thursday December 30^th, and it’s my first day off in WEEKS. I am so excited to have this day to do whatever my little girl heart desires. It’s raining outside, on this beautiful winter day, and I am in love with the way the fog is settled all around this house. I am in love with the drips and drops that I can hear on my window. I am in love with grooveshark too, because it’s sending Paul Wright, Adam Merrin and Wild Sweet Orange into my ears. I woke up feeling refreshed and as always so thankful to be waking up here in Duluth, MN.

Yesterday was a crazy day at work and the shannanagans kept coming up: from people being evacuated from a chairlift after two hours of being stuck, to beginners getting wiped out by chairs on non-beginner lifts, to me walking ALL over the mountain trying to figure out where I’m supposed to be, to loosing power on half of the hill including the Chalet. Needless to say when I got off work, I was ready to kick back and relax. I came home and went upstairs to say a, ‘hey, what’s up?’ to my roomies. We ended up kickin’ it for a bit, and it was exactly what I needed. I even started to learn a little bit about their World of Warcraft (but if anyone EVER mentions this in real life, I’ll deny it ;)

However, I have been missing my other roomie who kind of shares the bottom floor with me. He went back home to the cities for the past week, and will still be gone for this next week. He is the one that normally keeps me sane after crazy days at both of my jobs, and he always seems to know the right thing to say or do (like the time I needed a laugh, and walked in to find him using my hairdryer with the diffuser attachment to seal up a drafty window).

Anyway, I feel like I’m always going on and on about experiences in life, and how mine alone are not enough to see the world as it is. I’ve never really been able to put this view into words that others can understand. But my MIA roommate has this calendar that sits in our bathroom. It’s one of those small one’s with the tear away pages (I like these ones because it’s like opening a small gift every morning haha you never know what’s up next!). This calendars topic is based off of the book, Seven Habits of Highly Effective People (which I should really invest in). It has been sharing little tidbits of the book (or maybe not, I’ve never actually read it) with me everyday for the past couple months, and almost every single day I feel inspired enough to write a blog about each one. Today’s tidbit, however, deserves a blog for sure.

It read, “The person who is truly effective has the humility and the reverence to recognize his own perceptual limitations and to appreciate the rich resources available through interaction with the hearts and minds of other human beings. That person values the differences because those differences add to his knowledge, to his understanding of reality. When we’re left to our own experiences, we constantly suffer from a shortage of data.”

I couldn’t have been able to put this into better words, as I have been trying to for years. Even my last blog about my parents touched on this subject when I talked about my Dad teaching me that questioning is OK, as long as it’s to gain knowledge or experiences that you yourself haven’t yet had. Reading this made me smile, and realize how thankful I am to have a roommate who has no idea of the positive effects he has on me by just simply being in my life. I could tell him, but it might come off as creepy, haha.

Well tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and I hope that ya’ll will be spending it with those that you love! I won’t be making it home to do the same, but a couple friends (don’t get me wrong I love them too) from the cities are making their way up to me for the night :)  So carry on, and play safe, this is C’est la vie, signing out!

So Much Beauty

12/16/2010 8:31 A.M. On a beautiful winter morning in Duluth Minnesota... I'm currently sitting at the top of a "mountain" (which is more like a HUGE hill, but still AWESOME) sipping my wonderful good morning coffee, listening to The Shins, and thinking about my life. Honestly, I have SO much to be thankful for on this day... so much to be thankful for everyday, really. It's hard to believe that after five years of distress and confusion about my future and in general about who I really am, I can finally say that for now - I'm extremely content. In the words of a great song... "who knew that simply being content is a dream come true." As of this perfect moment in time, I can say that I feel so ALIVE. Cliche as it may sound, it's the only way to describe the way I've been feeling as of lately. I'm finally out in the great big world, on my own, and making good decisions for myself (like NOT buying 5 dollar coffee's at Starbucks everyday :) When it all boils down to it, I've got two amazing people who have stood behind me through thick and thin, helping me become the person I am today. That's right folks, I've got my parents to thank for helping me get here, and ultimately supporting my ideas, whims and sometimes crazy dreams. Without them, I know I could potentially be a much lesser Person.

I've got my Dad to thank for teaching me how to think so creatively and teaching me that its okay to question things as long as the intent is to better myself and learn from others knowledge and experiences. He always seems to question where my creativity came from, and little does he know, but he put in my blueprint right from the start. With the good also comes the bad, but without bad good could not exist, RIGHT!? :) From growing up with him, I've also learned that everyone makes mistakes some bigger then others, but what matters in the end is the ability to admit to your mistakes or wrongdoings and taking the appropriate actions to change for the better.

While my Dad taught more on the intelligence spectrum, my mom taught from the other equally important end. She taught me how to dream, how to feel for myself and others and most importantly to have faith in even the darkest of times. It still amazes me to this day how she can tell things about people with an intuitive sense that is beyond me. From the very beginning of time, I always remember her telling me to "always follow your heart". This plays in my head at the most important decision making times in life. If not for her, I'd probably still be majoring in environmental science, ignoring my hearts desire to write about things unseen by most and ultimately do something much more substantial with my life/skills.

My direction in life may still be unclear, but with parents like them, (and don't even get me started on my amazing friends)... :) How could I go wrong!?

My Wonderful (Recent) Adventures

You know what sucks?

When you’re in the middle of a gay romance and boy number one is all flustered by cute boy number two, and when cute boy number two breaks out in a wonderfully harmonized rendition of Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream, your internet connection cuts out. Not cool Wi-fi, not cool.

So it may be blatantly obvious to some of you that I was just ripped out of one of my favorite TV series known as Glee. Those of you who didn’t know, please catch yourselves up so in the future we can avoid incidences like this. You can actually watch the latest full episodes on Hulu (best site ever!!! Will someone PLEASE start paying me for all this advertising I do???!). Anyway, in an effort to entertain myself while not so patiently waiting for my crappy internet to allow me to finish my boy choir version of Perry, I thought I’d grace my blog with my presence. Ok, so maybe I can’t grace my blog with my presence since of course I need the internet to do anything fun on this dang computer (minus spider solitaire of course) but an old fashion word document will have to do. Besides I can copy and paste later, YES!?

SOooooo the topic of this blog is not about gay romance (I know you are all secretly disappointed) but mainly about my recent move to a nice little house in Duluth, Minnesota. As many of you know, it took me quite sometime to get my life in enough order to pack up my things and move here. Which by the way, Joe and I both realized that when I say pack up my ‘things’ it really means packing up and moving mountains. Yep, mountains of clothes. And shoes. (Houston? I think I have a problem!) (FYI: My internet connection just came back on!) So moving on, Today is Tuesday, and I have officially been here for one week. Last Tuesday after a bunch of shannanagans went down involving a trailer with broken lights, Joe and I officially jumped in my families mini-van and hauled ass up north.

The ride went pretty well with very few issues. The biggest issue was having to stop every other exit to purge our nicotine fits. Along one of these smoke break exits I noticed the padding that was wedged between my chest and the wooden planks on the trailer had blown out in the 70 mph winds. Upon further inspection, I realized a large chunk of wood was missing on the back edge of my once perfectly beatific chest. Sadly with the loss of the padding and the jump of the rickety trailer my chest had been rubbing quite hard against two giant protruding bolts (did anyone else’s head just end up in a gutter?) It was a sad day for all involved.

Now that I have relived the splendid drive up here, that brings me to my arrival. Joe and I pulled up to my lovely little home on top of the infamous ‘hill’ in Duluth to find that Jake had yet to clean out the space that I was to move into. Now this would not be an issue under normal Jamie circumstances, but Joe had to be back to the cities pronto to finish up some pertinent labor at his place of employment (which in the end was all in vain). So we met up with Jake who apologized profusely and we all started bringing in some of the littler boxes that had fit in the back of the van. After we moved much of them into the inside living room it became very apparent that there was NO WAY all of my clothes were going to fit into my downgraded (From mom and Dad’s place) but also upgraded (see last blog) closet. So in an attempt to pass the time, Joe and I took off to shop for a fix while Jake finished cleaning out the room.

This is the part where I made Joe go in and out of three different stores on a mad search for the perfect external closet. I started off at Goodwill thinking that in a college town they’d probably have some really useful things. Little did I know how sadly mistaken I was. Even Jake had forewarned me of this particular goodwill stating it’s not like the goodwill’s in the cities it’s, “The Duluth Goodwill.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant when he emphasized Duluth (maybe I could have portrayed that emphasis like, “The Duluth Goodwill.”) but once I got there I immediately understood. Pulling into the parking lot I almost hit an old man, with by the way? there is an abundance of them up here! I thought this was going to be a college town, and it is, but the current ratio between old and young is probably 1:1 and the middle aged don't exist here...

As Joe and I walked into stop number one of the afternoon I noticed the dirtiness that seemed to be all around us, and as we approached Joe proceeded to point out the improperly installed doors. They had been installed backwards and apparently no one thought it to be important enough to fix. Anyway, once Joe and I were inside I proceed to search for my new wardrobe holdy thingy and in passing made a comment to Joe about a wooden headboard. Immediately we were approached by an old man who instantly fills us in about how nice of a head board it really is. At this point, I stopped listening and started to avert my eyes while slowly moving away. He said a few more things to Joe of which I don’t recall, but to this day I’m not sure if he worked there and wanted us to buy the headboard, or if he was some dude letting us know he had already staked his claim and was marking his territory while his wife and ten kids pulled up the minivan. Who knows.

Next up on the list was Wal-mart where I actually gave up my penny pinching hopes and purchased a brand new external wardrobe thingy. However, this was still not enough. I then proceeded to drive further on down the road to check out Target’s selection as well. You can never be too sure about who carries the best thing or has the best price! By the time all of this running around was complete Joe and I got lunch and headed back to the house. From here on out was smooth sailing. So here is a picture of my pieced together room in which you can also see my wonderful new wardrobe holdy thingy. The room is a lot smaller than I had originally thought but it works nicely!

The following day was more or less organizing and moving my room around to accommodate the mountains of crap that I had brought with me.. After putting my room together like a brilliantly played game of Tetris (represent, yo!) I was ready to get out of the house and pick up some food at the grocery store (which is seriously a mile away! If I haven’t already mentioned how convenient the location of this house is, I will do so now. It’s three blocks away from a gas station and liquor store, three blocks away from my school, one mile away from a grocery store and one mile away from an erberts and gerberts, awesome, right!?) Anyway my first grocery shopping experience in Duluth was wonderful. I did an awesome job at picking only healthy foods (yes I consider Healthy Choice frozen meals healthy regardless of what chemicals may or may not be in them). But what got me real good about this shopping experience was a display that my roommate had pointed out to me at the front of the store. I snapped a picture so ya’ll can see:

Yes my friends, my local grocer cares about its clientele. They want to ensure that when you come in for your frozen meals and pop tarts that you don’t forget the essentials to the popular college game, Beer Pong. At this point in time it became obvious to me, that I had definitely moved to the right town. Don’t get me wrong, I actually don’t like beer pong all that much, but what I do like is that if I did want to play it? My grocer would be there to support this decision. Awesomeness!? yes I think so.

Speaking of beer pong makes a good segue into my next interesting night here in Duluth. So Friday had rolled around and two of my roommates informed me they were planning on having some friends over to drink later on that night. Since it is currently one ten in the morning I am going to keep this incredibly short and sum this all up in one annoying and probably confusing run on sentence. So here it goes: Alex the ex-roommate invited his friends who were crazy, the most notable was 50 year old Dave who had theories of mushrooms sucking up toxic waste, also notable was Alex’s brother Dan and his BFF red sweater boy who asked to retire with me (I secretly adored him and just two hours earlier he had had his boxers ripped off by a stripper. SERIOUSLY.) also notable was Taylor who tried to do a subtle lean in and kiss move on me but he was met with the hand of rejection, all while Alex was getting more and more intoxicated resulting in punching one of my roommates (jokingly?) in the back of the head and as if that wasn’t enough moving on to his brother’s face which bled all over the kitchen floor in which I ended up cleaning. The End.

Okay so there was a lot more involved in all of that but maybe another time and another place would be a good time to tell it, or maybe never, but definitely not now. 

So the following night I went hunting with Mr. Thompson in Moose Lake. Here are the wonderful shots I got from the experience:

(Matt Showing off his 'rack')

and last but not least the pretty fire!!! oooooo....

Now Moose Lake is about a half hour drive from Duluth, and Thompson had informed me that I would be meeting him at a hunting bar about, “ten miles or so” east on 27. Silly little me believed him. So I’m about 30 miles down 27 when I start to question if I’m still going the right direction. I hadn’t seen a road sign for about 15 miles at this point. I check my phone to see if I can give him a ring and realize, “GREAT, NO flippen service!?” SO I’m out in the middle of God’s Country, not a clue as to where I am and all I can do is give a little prayer. Surprisingly, (but not really) about one mile later I see a deer swerve to miss it and end up in the parking lot of this quaint little hunting bar off hwy 65. Man, I love Minnesota. HA. I ended up spending that night in a fish house with a wonderful serenade of snores to lull me to sleep. In the morning we got up early to go sit out in the cold and wait for a damn deer. Nothing ever came, yet I heard shots all around me from the other neighbors out hunting as well. I was convinced it had something to do with me smelling like a girl. Or maybe not, but I guess I’ll never know. I finally get to the point where I just want to crawl back into my bed and sleep, so I pack up shop and head home to Duluth. 

Once I arrive I load up my arms and body so I can get all my stuff inside in one trip because I’m lazy like that. I carefully make my way up to the door and into my room. I’m about to throw down all my stuff on the bed and curl up in ball when I realize something is different. Yep, I had to close my eyes just to make sure I wasn’t all messed up from the lack of sleep, but it was certain, some dude was passed out in my bed. I dropped all my stuff on the floor, stood there, and just stared. I wasn’t sure what to do at first until I got a little bit angry at this man for being in my clean, personal area. Dude, get the F out. So I whacked him on the shoulder, and said, “Dude, You’re in my FUCKING BED.” He mumbled an apology and said he was just keeping it warm for me and honestly he took entirely too long to get the hell out of my room. It’s like he thought some friendly conversation would make up for his lack sobriety and dirtiness being all over my shit. WRONG… LEAVE… NOW… Anyway, he ended up kicking it at our house until he had to go to work at 4, only after he had a few more beers to ‘cure his hangover’ which I think was still in the ‘hang’ phase because the drunkenness did not seem to be quite over yet. After he left, I cleaned and washed everything he could have possibly touched. EW, he could have had those killer bedbugs that everyone is talking about… NASTY! For the record, he was a pretty nice guy, and all of my roommates apologized for not keeping tabs on my room. A different person might still be upset about this but I’m fine with it (this time). These types of experiences are the one’s that make life interesting, if it hadn’t happened what would I have to blog about, right?!!!

Anyway, in the past week I’ve spent my day’s filling out job applications and trying to convince retail people that I really want to try my hand in their line of work (Lies, this is the last thing I really want to do). So far I’ve had two interviews one at Spirit Mountain and the other at Bath & Body Works. I accepted the position at B&B, but would prefer to work else where. Today I got a call from Spirit but unfortunately didn’t get to my phone in time and of course when I returned the call it went to voicemail. I truly hope I hear from them again!!! I can’t wait to go snowboarding on my brand new baby!!!

For those of your who know anything about boards it's the Burton Social (V-rocker), K-2 Bindings with Burton Sapphire boots. UGH, it's SO sexy.

At this point the internet as been back on for a good hour and I’ve yet to return to my deliciously good looking boy choir. 

(That's them... in case you were wondering :)

This is all I have for now, so I'm signing out, and moving on. Keep it classy yo!

Movie Medicine

Tonight I saw a movie called Easy A. Now I don’t know about you, but there is something that happens to me when I see a really good movie. Even though you always know the storyline it’s the same old boy meets girl, boy & girl face obstacles, yet despite the odds they end up kissing at the end and riding away on a riding lawn mower.

Okay, so maybe the riding lawn mower doesn’t always happen, I guess sometimes it’s a horse. But only white ones, duh. So this movie, Easy A, did exactly what I expect a good movie to do. It made me feel all happy from the inside out. A good movie somehow pulls at your heart strings and touches the part of your soul that sings of hope and happiness.

Once again I am going off about my weird romance obsession, I know I'm going all softy. If you don't like it then please leave my blog, but if you DOOOO like it then you will adore this ADORABLE couple who have upgraded from a measly horse to a smooth classy riding mower!

….It doesn’t get much better than that!

Also featured in 'Easy A' is this wonderful family. I want one!

 

Anyway moving on to more important news (well, let’s face it, everything I have to say is important) I have officially received a move in date!!

Someone mentioned to me tonight that I am a, “Lucky Girl” and seriously? I AM. Not only because I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow, but for SO many other reasons… There is a story… and my tale begins with a little something called Netflix. You’d think at the ripe age of 23, one might have already learned about this little gem, but I assure you, there are still people out there that need your assistance in opening their eyes to the plethora of juicy films just waiting for their viewing pleasure. In one wasteful (read: wonderful) day, I successfully watched four flims (Yes, I did spend all day in bed eating the filling of chicken pot pie followed by apple pie, icecream, peanut M&M’s and mint swiss rolls. Yeah? SAY SUMIN’) starting with X Men, followed by the bittersweet Sunshine Cleaning, which lead into the classic Neverending Story and last but not least one of the best films (in my humble opinion) of all time The son of Rambo. I don’t know how old all ya’ll are, but I was born in the late 80’s and just missed the rage over the neverending story. Honestly the only reason I am aware of the film comes from one of my crappy high school punk bands, New Found Glory (OK so now they might not be so crappy, but believe me, they were then) Anyway, NFG, did a cover of this song:

NFG's Neverending Story Cover

In even luckier news, I somehow ended up with and unexpected upgrade… to help put this into visualization it’s like going from this...

To this..

ORRRR for people who think in terms of food like me; from this:

To this: 

Anyway, I really did plan on writing something amazing for you all to read, but this is all I've got for now. I think most of you are aware that since I've written this blog many new things have happened and I assure you they will eventually find their way to this lovely little blog of mine. But alas, I am sick, and I have a job interview in the morning, so until then this is Jamie Rae signing out, goodnight Minnesota!

A-Z of Awesomeness

It's been awhile.... seeing how much time has flown since I've last been able to blog I have many things to say! Sooo in order to keep my thoughts organized (somewhat) I'm going to start with a list:

A) Here is the best advice I've received in awhile: Following your skills with make you rich, but following your dreams will make you happy. Which would you prefer? To me the answer is obvious. So why then is it so hard?

B) I want to join the Peace Corp and see the world! For real, all you need is a degree and at UMD I can get just that. I'd like to go someplace much simpler then it is here.

C) It is now fall, and fall is my favorite season. Kind of. (ahhhh, the days of plaid clothing & hoodies)

D) Some lyrics that totally hit me at the right time:

The matches: "Choose A, B, or C, it's free will, but it's still a recipe. What about the rest of us? Will we be restless for the rest of our lives?"

E) JEN GOT MARRIED. She is officially the first couple in my life to get hitched.The date was 10/10/10 at 10:00 in the morning. Here is a picture of their happy family:

 F) I want a kid. No, but seriously. Not any time soon, maybe towards the end of this decade. This also reminds me of Uncle Tom. OK so he's not MY uncle, but he should be! Uncle Tom is lovely, and I can seriously thank him for unknowingly (and figuratively) knocking me upside the head causing me to have a life changing epiphany. Let's pause here for a moment, merriam-webster's definition of Epiphany is as follows:  

 a (1) : a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2) : an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3) : an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure.

I don't think there is a more fitting word in any language for this precise moment of my life. Sitting around the campfire was Laura, Joe, myself, Laura's Uncle Tom & Aunt Karen, along with her Aunt Kathy & husband Rich, and her cousin plus company. Everyone was all together exchanging funny stories and laughing about the last family gathering, their very own trademark festival, known as Duff Fest!! (which I attended, and well, I can't even begin to explain to you what happens when a crazy Irish man throws all of his best friends onto a plot of land to camp out for the weekend... let's just say there was a lot of drinking and a lot of drunking) (Also there was an episode of, "Shit I locked my keys in my car!!" and being far from home hilarity ensued, but rest assured the keys were removed by the wonderful Johnny B!!..)

Anyway, back to my point.... As we were all sitting around joking and participating in our casual witty banter, Joe made a comment about having kids. In response, Uncle Tom said something along the lines of this:

"Maaan, reproducing is what we are put here to dooo, maan. We're supposed to reproduce... If I didn't, we wouldn't all be sittin' around this fire right now!" (P.S. let the record show that this family has THEE most stunning fire pit, it's built down into the ground so it provides a wonderful enclosure as well as perfect shelves for your brew!)

This right here, is when it happened. I, Jamie Rae, had an epiphany. Uncle Tom whacked me upside the head (FIGURATIVELY) and some sense made itself at home in my sometimes non-sensical head. I know that I have been the worst at saying I'll never have kids and up until this point I have whole heartedly believed that this was what I wanted (or for the best). SO I know a lot of you kid lovers out there have been waiting to say something so now is your chance. I'd like to take this opportunity to cyber pat all of you on the back that have said to me in the past, "Oh, you'll change your mind someday.." and give you a victory high-five. You were right, I was wrong.  I mean really? Who did I think I was going to spend the rest of my life with?!

G) The Tucker Max signing. OH man. This can only be described in picture format. You may or may not have heard of Tucker Max so I'll debrief you on his short, horribly brilliant history. HE IS A GIANT ASSHAT, and that is exactly how he pays his bills. Tucker has written two books (I hope they serve beer in Hell, and the recent release, Asshole's Finish First) that would make any person you went to high school or college with look like a saint. After reading his first book, I was actually quite irritated that my hard earned money was spent on funding Tucker Max. I dislike Tucker so much that I wouldn't recommend ANYONE buy his books, but I would suggest that you read it, because let's face it... as much as Mr. Max is a raging ball-sacky pile of steaming le' douche, his stories are entertaining as fuck and with that said, I can't help but like him... a little. Needless to say when I found out he was coming here to my city I HAD to go to the signing which was held at the U of M campus. In order to go see Tucker and get a signed copy of his new book I had to cut my lunch hour, talk a friend into ditching out on work, run to borders and pick up two copies one for each of us, make it through rush hour traffic to run into a giant dick of a detour that led me to $6 bucks worth of parking and nearly drove my friend crazy by taking her all around MPLS in rush hour traffic. In my head I'm hoping this is all worth it, even secretly hoping for some protesters to show up and call him names (which I've seen on youtube, people are def. sippin on the Tuckerhater-aid and I can’t blame them). So when I pull up and there is no line or crowd and the parking attendant had no clue as to what I was talking about I started to get a little nervous that my whole afternoon Tucker preparations were in vain. But then we found him, there he was right in front of me this man is real and in the flesh, and all the sudden I'm trying to not think of the horrible things he's done to people. It never seems real when reading his stories because the outrageousness factor is so incredibly high that most of his stories are hard to believe.. Either way I push my thoughts aside and decide, that although this man may be an asshole, he is still brilliant for cashing in on his drunken escapades for a whole lot of Franklin's (why didn’t I think of this first!?). All animosity aside Laura and I wait up to an hour in line and are finally up next for pictures and signage. SOOOO this is the part that can only be explained with a picture. First I will show you the picture Laura got with Tucker Max:

  Cute right? I think so too! So anyway, I stroll right on up extending my hand all, "Hi Tucker Max, I'm Jamie" (I'll leave out the part when he asked me where the placement of the 'I' is in my name and I took more then 30 seconds to respond lol) and requested a 'funny' picture and this (drumroll please...) is what I got:

It's OK, you can laugh, because if you don't laugh you'll cry lol but I WILL be pissed if this ends up on FAILblog ;)

H) NEW HAIIIRR :)

  I) I love this band, and not just because I know them - Fades Away

  J) I purchased this lovely dress and have big plans for it... Right now I'm only showing ya'll the colors because it's not exactly the best design for a 23 year old :)

I'm going to shorten it at least two feet. Right now it's a full length dress, but I'm going to make it pop, yo! (and by pop read 'hot' :) This is the style that I want it to resemble when it's done:

K) Have I mentioned that I love all things plaid? I Just bought this lovely piece from good ol' Target!

  L) I missed out on Grieves, AND the Zombie pub crawl

 

Speaking of Grieves my favorite song by him is call Greedy Bitch, and if you look past the vulgarity and harsh words, his intentions are good. Greedy!

This kid can spit better then the best, and here is a sample:

The last petals picked

Your romeo's dead
you need to pick yourself up and start living instead
you need to stop giving in to all the shit that he says
makes you feel like a bitch when you try to forget...
Girl...
Stop thinkin he'll be comin back around for ya
open up the car door and drive it outta town with ya
I hate to break it to ya lady, but its over
so you can cancel the search for your four leafed clover
Cuz aint no amount of wishin gonna bring him back
aint no amount of givin gonna change his tracks
Aint no amount of cinnamon gonna sweeten the crap
that you've been taken from this dude tryna pretend that you're happy so...
Guess your lookin' for the sunshine and progress
waitin in the rain for your prince in your prom dress
you can hold on and sink with the ship and keep
pulling it
pulling it
pullin down....

M) I've admitted to being a hopeless romantic. This is a shot from my favorite musical, "Singing In The Rain"

(Stanley Donen & Gene Kelly, 1952)

N) I FINALLY have glazed and picked up my pottery!! :) Everyone always asks for pictures so here are some of the items that I made over the summer in my very fist hand building class:

  O) I love beanies and wish I could wear them always, but it really puts a damper on my hair's already depleted lack of volume. (Was that just a double negative?)

P) Probably my all time favorite person on the planet is Stephen Kleinjung, and it's his birthday on Tuesday!! (heaven help us I know I can't afford a $3,000 dollar bill this year!)

  Q) I have two weeks or more of no work and am trying to brainstorm ideas of how to make a little extra cash. I'm thinking about grabbing my guitar and going to play on a streetcorner lol Also, I'd like to make and sell these little guy's:

 R) I want someone (and by someone I mean a gorgeous man with tattoo's and depth) to take me here: SEVEN (P.S. if you fit the before mentioned description please contact me immediately with a picture and a request for application... bahaha JUST KIDDING)

Check out this bad ass place!

S) I love Laura Hamilton, and smoking dope in her sauna haha. That's a lie, or is it?

T) Lately I can't stop using the following words: Dude & Balls. I think this further supports my theory that I NEED female friends up in Duluth.

U) I dream about owning a coffee shop and selling art.

V) Dude, STFU I don't care if you think I can't do it.

W) Long boarders are sexy, I'd like to trade in my skateboard for one... any takers?

X) I stopped really having things to say after F....

Y) I paid off MAXIMUS, my soul-sucking, high interest rate, over used credit card!!!

Z) THE END :)

What's your idea of Love?

Today’s entry comes from my oldest friend, Jenna. Jenna and I have been good friends for over ten years. Being together throughout this time, we’ve gotten to know each other like the back of our hands. In ten years a lot can happen, and a lot has happened. We’ve been through middle school and high school together, even some college. Needless to say we’ve had many heart to hearts but also many fights. Fights about my inability to make a firm commitment, fights about wrong and right’s, what to do that night, even what to eat that day, but for the most part our really big one’s have revolved around our relationships with other people. As I’m sure you can guess, mostly the other relationships in our lives.

Since I’ve been 15 Jenna has seen me make and break every relationship I’ve ever had. Needless to say, my relationships have never been the best, and I’d say that Jenna might say the same thing about hers.. (Of course, maybe not, we’re not ALWAYS on the same page :D ).

Anyway, today I got a text from her, and it seemed like it was coming straight from God. One of those things that I needed to hear at the perfect time. She said she was working on some stuff for school (Isn’t school work WONDERFUL!!) and came across a quote that she believes she should live by. It goes like this… “In true love your heart and mind will feel the same way.”

Wow. This is so undeniably true. I think everyone can relate to having your heart say go go go, while your mind stands close by shaking it’s head in disapproval. Relationships are never easy, and as much as I’d like to say they are ‘black & white’ they are the furthest thing from it. I always find myself wishing for protocol for break-ups (and hook-ups for that matter). Yet there isn’t, and there never should be. Everyone operates differently, which has been proven by my past compared to Jenna’s past. In love it seems there is no for sure right, or wrong way. We’re all looking for that someone to share our lives with, including me, even though I’ll tell you differently. SO from today forward I, Jamie M********** (I can’t put my last name out there, just in case of crazies.. You know.) am going to live by a few simple things which simply stated, make sense.

"In true love your heart and mind will feel the same way."

P.S. This blog is somewhat old... since I've been so busy at work and outside of work I haven't had the time to post it. Which means that today is actually Jenna's Birthday too!!!!!!! Whooooo! Happy Birthday Friend, I hope you have a wonderful day full of love and little life suprises. :)

What happens when my Nerdness gets the best of me…

As you can see from the graph I've posted above, I'm currently sitting up front waiting on Ellen to come back and save me.

This chart shows how what I eat on lunch has a direct effect on my level of productivity post-lunch.

Clearly, I should eat more salads, but let's be real, I'd take carb's over a nice green mix any day.

Adios amigos!

If you try sometimes, you get what you need.

To me, life is all about adventure and the things that happen along the way. I have this 'itch' inside of me that is so great it consumes my thoughts and most of my dreams. This 'itch' is defined by the incredible urge to be free, it cries out for adventure and thirsts for change. I may be young, but I do know that this is my one and only shot at life, and man, I want to live it to the fullest. Unfortunately, I've been doing just the opposite. I've been playing it safe in order fit all the versions of who I was told (and thought) that I should be. I spent 5 years working in different office positions for what I am now realizing to be ridiculous reasons. I stayed for the health insurance, the money, and even a 401k. Don't get me wrong, all of these things are great, but what are they to me if my happiness is nonexistent? I found that any money I made, was wasted away on expensive bar tabs, clothes, coffee and cigarettes (my horrible coping mechanism). I realize now that in an attempt to make up for my desolate feelings from working jobs I hated, I turned around and threw everything I made away. It's like the devil has this wishing well and all my money was being dumped right down the drain which only caused a snowball effect of more serious problems then just hating my job. Where did this arrogant behavior get me? Well, it got me right here. Right here and right now I've decided that something has GOT to change.

I've come to a point in my life where I believe it's time for me to stop thinking about the "what if's", and start doing. Everyone makes mistakes, and to me, this is the spice of life. I've come to realize that although my timing may not always be right, (current commitment, cough, cough) I am still happy that I finally took a risk of starting something that essentially scares the s&#t out of me. Needless to say, it was no mistake, and it's been a blast. I can't imagine ever regretting anything, and yes, the memories (Duff FEST, what, what!!!) will always make me smile. SO, Joe, thanks for holding my hand (which as corny as it may be, is obviously my favorite part) through this interesting time of my life, while also understanding my crazy and more importantly accepting me as I am.

Anyway, this blog post was inspired from watching one of my favorite shows, Scrubs. Don't laugh, I mean seriously, how could you not love the characters of scrubs! They are all so quirky, but in a tasteful manner. What is even better is that through their humor and crazyness, well stuff gets real. In the episode that I watched tonight J.D. said this, "I've been thinking a lot lately about taking chances, and how it's really just about overcoming your fears. Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life, no matter how it ends up, you're always glad you took it."

This right here, is exactly why Scrubs is nothing less than amazing. However this simple quote hit home with everything that's been going on in my heart lately. I feel that I've wasted SO much time ignoring this intense urge to get out and DO something for myself.. At this point I have no clue as to what that something may be, but I have this little sneaking suspision, that it's going to blow me away. This is exactly why I need to start this new adventure and new chapter in my life. So please all, send your prayers, (or keep your fingers crossed if that's more your thing) that all the 'pretty little pieces' (HA, get it?) start falling into place. I've been job hunting for about a month now, hoping to land a job in Duluth. Obviously, my starting something new is quite dependent on finding the perfect work. I do need to be able to afford rent (GASP). Yes, I said it... RENT. Adventure number one?

Moving out.

As much as I'd like to keep writing, it's now one hour and seven minutes past my bedtime. My pillow is talking to me, and I think I may have just spotted a sheep. Or maybe that's just those fuzzy things that get in my eyes from my favorite (but annoyingly furry) sweater. So this is C'est la vie signing out, Good night to all and to all a good night!

Sidenote: I'm kind of liking this blog thing. Who knew? I don't know where this is headed, or for that matter where I am headed, but I'm sure loving the sound of it.

Whip it. Whip it good.

uhhhhh, sometimes people say things and I truly don't follow. Whip it good? What?

Laura, my bff is from Jersey, she's crazy but in a good way, you know? Right now she's currently sitting next to me eating pepperoni pizza (probably one of the three things she ACTUALLY eats) and is talking about polly pockets. Remember those? they were bomb.

To her left sits a long time friend, Russ. I met Russ at my very first job back in 10th grade. FESTY FOODS represent, YO! He thinks he can kick my ass, but little does he know Laura and I just took karate :) Plus, I have years of experience in going MIA and also going incognito. These skills will assist me in his demise. Wait, What?

To Russ's left, sits Matt, a new friend in my life, but one with an awesome bike and an interesting perspective on people. I like it. He's trying to read my thoughts but I'm like Bella, you know that vampire girl? NO one, can read these thoughts... Nor should they want to, I'm not sure anyone could keep up. Well, maybe Laura. HA.

Next is Kelsey, she just said, "Underarmour is like wearing a lunchbox". Enough said.

 To Kelsey's left sits, her lovely boyfriend Collin. He rocks my socks off because A. He plays my electric guitar, and that baby needed some lovin B. he's a badass glass blower, and C. He wears cowboy boots. Any guy that wears cowboy boots 9 out of 10 times is figuratively speaking, a rockstar. LOVE.

Then there is me, little ol' me. I've heard people describe me as "A little off her rocker". So I guess it could be safe to say, that I'm crazy too, much like the rest of the people chit chatting around me. This posting really doesn't have much of a point other then to update the inter web people that may somehow come across this. This is my life, here with these people, and I love it. In fact I am enamored by days like today, the perfect temperature (Fall, why must you take so long to get here and spend so little time gracing me with your presence?) and a perfect group of lovely people to spend the evening with.

Anyway...

In honor of how I got to this lovely place tonight, here is a beautiful song to tantalize your eardrums. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXRLEyIoJZA


This is alf alpha, signing out. Until next time!! RAWR'sssssssssss.

Waitin' On Ellen

Jamie here...

So last night driving home, my car overheated. The end.

I've never been much of a writer, and I've accepted the fact that some people are born to write. They are born to tell their stories and change lives with something so simple. Words.

SO, I will just simply say, that here it is, here is my blog, and here are some of my words. Their intentions are never to offend, never to hurt or cause chaos, just simple words that when used correctly could have the power to change the world.

With that in mind I'd like to share my favorite word of the month.

Play·girl\-ˌgər(-ə)l\ noun


: a woman who lives a life devoted chiefly to the pursuit of pleasure

Isn't that wonderful! Like, "Yo, what's up, Playgirl?! Seriously, I can feel it in my bones, this phrase is going to make it. It's got a good chance right? I mean when things like 'Your face' or 'that's wicked awesome' make it into today's mainstream lauguage, why not?
 
Anyway, Ellen is BACK! Cheers!