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