Friday, August 26, 2005
Japanese Gardens with Dad
Dad and I visited the Japanese Gardens in Portland the day before I left for NYC. It was good times, especially since he (the silviculturist, which for those of you who don't know is like a botanist but studies trees instead of plants) laid off on the need to tell me everything about every species.
Monday, August 22, 2005
A Short Post For Max
No Max, I didn’t give up, I just got busy. Lame. I know.
Since I got home a little over a week ago, I have been meaning to post …
My time at home has been spent working and playing, resting and trying to get my shit together for New York. Currently, I am house sitting for my friends parents. The location is gorgeous. There is nothing like laying out in a big hammock, next to the river in Central Oregon. Their property is huge and although it is a pain in the ass to water, I am glad they asked me to do it. Being outside of town for a few days has forced me to slow down and enjoy some of my vacation. I’m reading Queen Noor’s autobiography and Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbin’s and am sneaking a few minutes each day to peak at New York travel guides … really not a bad deal.
I have so much more on my mind, but very little desire to exert energy to share it. I hope to post again soon and be more true to my blog while in NYC. I’m sure that my time working at the UN and living in Manhattan will warrant posts … Don’t fret, I will write. And if I don’t well, Max can hold me accountable.
Love and Hammocks,
Jessie
Since I got home a little over a week ago, I have been meaning to post …
My time at home has been spent working and playing, resting and trying to get my shit together for New York. Currently, I am house sitting for my friends parents. The location is gorgeous. There is nothing like laying out in a big hammock, next to the river in Central Oregon. Their property is huge and although it is a pain in the ass to water, I am glad they asked me to do it. Being outside of town for a few days has forced me to slow down and enjoy some of my vacation. I’m reading Queen Noor’s autobiography and Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbin’s and am sneaking a few minutes each day to peak at New York travel guides … really not a bad deal.
I have so much more on my mind, but very little desire to exert energy to share it. I hope to post again soon and be more true to my blog while in NYC. I’m sure that my time working at the UN and living in Manhattan will warrant posts … Don’t fret, I will write. And if I don’t well, Max can hold me accountable.
Love and Hammocks,
Jessie
Monday, July 11, 2005
Me at Carnegie - one of my two workplaces
Story of my life:
Bob Slydell: You see, what we're trying to do is get a feeling for how people spend their time at work so if you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bob Slydell: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh - after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
Bob Slydell: You see, what we're trying to do is get a feeling for how people spend their time at work so if you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bob Slydell: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh - after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Bob Porter: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
Me in front of the Washington
I wish this was proportional and I was 1/3 as tall as the Washington Monument ... think of the damage and terror that I could cause ...
Me and Jon (my summer entertainment) -4th of July
These photos are from my 4th of July experience on the National Mall in Washington, D.C.. It was a coming together of many groups of friends, new and old. Molly flew out from San Francisco but we go way back (Bend, what?), Ehubb was there with friends of his friends from the GU program representing Oxy and Jon was there with his friends representing .... new found buddies in DC.
I know, I know ... I owe a legit post, but I have been busy with work and ... work. I will be home in Bend August 10th then off to NYC on the 28th. Bend, Portland and Oregon friends in general, take note of the dates because chances are I will want to see you while I am home. I miss you ... All you east coasters ... it's gonna be a wild time in NYC so be prepared for 3.5 months of insanity.
Love and much needed ZZZZzzzzzs,
Jessie
I know, I know ... I owe a legit post, but I have been busy with work and ... work. I will be home in Bend August 10th then off to NYC on the 28th. Bend, Portland and Oregon friends in general, take note of the dates because chances are I will want to see you while I am home. I miss you ... All you east coasters ... it's gonna be a wild time in NYC so be prepared for 3.5 months of insanity.
Love and much needed ZZZZzzzzzs,
Jessie
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Literary Mismash
Since my last post I have finished both "Jitterbug Perfume" by Tom Robbins and "A Long Way Down" by Nick Hornby. It was funny, the day I finished the Hornby book I went out with this guy who explained to me that a co-worker once told him that he was a lot like Rob, the main character in High Fidelity, which then provoked him to go buy the book. He read it and thought that Rob was a real bastard, didn’t like the book and told me that he hasn’t really read anything since. I thought that was funny, especially since this was after I had just told him how much I liked Hornby’s writing and found his new book, A Long Way Down and its dry humor extremely entertaining (in a slightly sick way). I must say, Hornby’s satirical, cheeky prose are in great contrast to Robbin’s literary style in Jitterbug Perfume, with metaphors and similes packed in as tight as latté drinking lobbyists in DC subways at 7am on a Monday morning, but none the less I really enjoyed it. I honestly don’t know if I can hang out with this guy anymore. I mean, if he doesn’t like Hornby’s peculiar sense of humor he probably won’t like mine … besides I am attracted to guys like Rob in High Fidelity, so I guess he was saying I have a taste in bastards. Anyway, to add to the diversity of this literary mishmash and continue my cerebral pursuit I started the book, "Reading Lolita in Tehran". It was given to me a while ago and I left it in LAX on my way to South Africa. I shelled out the cash at the airport so that I would have something to read on the plane (I was in Orlando working at a conference) and so far, so good.
In other news, I went and saw Batman Begins with Ashley Heistand, Ehubb, Kyle Ballard (and three of Kyle’s DC friends) at the Georgetown Waterfront this weekend. It was great, the 7 o’clock showing was sold out so we purchased tickets for 8 o’clock and went down to the waterfront to play while we waited. No more than five-minutes into our waterfront walk helicopters began to circle overhead and the Potomac swarmed with half a dozen boat police. As we turned towards the river, a fire-truck pulled up behind us. I wish I had more to say about this exciting event, but we never found out why they were there … secret FBI stuff, I’m sure. Anyway, I liked Batman Begins and Christian Bale was one of the better Batman’s I’ve seen … Katie Holmes’ crooked smile got to me by the end of the movie, but otherwise I had some good ol’ fashioned fun.
Orlando was muggy. I didn’t get to go on any rides or see any Disney characters (this did not disappoint me, I may be a big kid at heart but weirdos earning minimum wage in Disney costumes freak me out) and I ate at lots of over-priced, mediocre restaurants. I’m back in DC and back to the grind …
My creativity has disappeared and I need to eat.
Love and Spaghetti,
Jessie
In other news, I went and saw Batman Begins with Ashley Heistand, Ehubb, Kyle Ballard (and three of Kyle’s DC friends) at the Georgetown Waterfront this weekend. It was great, the 7 o’clock showing was sold out so we purchased tickets for 8 o’clock and went down to the waterfront to play while we waited. No more than five-minutes into our waterfront walk helicopters began to circle overhead and the Potomac swarmed with half a dozen boat police. As we turned towards the river, a fire-truck pulled up behind us. I wish I had more to say about this exciting event, but we never found out why they were there … secret FBI stuff, I’m sure. Anyway, I liked Batman Begins and Christian Bale was one of the better Batman’s I’ve seen … Katie Holmes’ crooked smile got to me by the end of the movie, but otherwise I had some good ol’ fashioned fun.
Orlando was muggy. I didn’t get to go on any rides or see any Disney characters (this did not disappoint me, I may be a big kid at heart but weirdos earning minimum wage in Disney costumes freak me out) and I ate at lots of over-priced, mediocre restaurants. I’m back in DC and back to the grind …
My creativity has disappeared and I need to eat.
Love and Spaghetti,
Jessie
Monday, June 13, 2005
"Don't point that gun at him, he's an unpaid intern!"
My internship is hard. Not just busy, but hard. As most of you know, I do the busy thing a lot and many people mistake my being extremely busy for me working hard. To be honest, I don’t think that I usually work all that hard, I just stay busy (which isn’t to say it isn’t exhausting, but it usually isn’t all that hard). Anyway, this summer is my reality check into solid, demanding, brain-splitting work. A lot is being asked of me and I am acutely aware of my shortcomings and am constantly questioning my own abilities to accomplish the tasks with which I have been entrusted. Most of the inadequacies that I am referring to are in my research assistant job at Carnegie, however, I would be lying if I didn’t admit to being a little limited in my bartending skills. You will be glad to hear however that those inadequacies have quickly been compensated by my superior bullshitting skills. An example: A customer will often ask me to recommend a wine,to which one of my many crafted responses is, “well, on a cold evening in December I would go for a glass of our Cabernet Sauvignon, however on a warm night like tonight, I would definitely recommend the Pinot Grigio, our lightest of whites and certainly my favorite on the list.” Or even better, when 5 guys told me they wanted their Woodford Reserve bourbon on the rocks with soda (me, full well knowing you are supposed to drink bourbon straight-up, maybe on ice but certainly NOT with soda) exclaimed in a cute, slightly flirtatious proclamation, “alrighty boys, I’ll go get your rocks and soda, but that certainly isn’t how I drink MY bourbon.” Yes, you would be happy to know that they tipped me quite well, however something tells me it wasn’t because I seemed to know something about hard liquor. By the end of the summer, I think I will be able to write a novel, Lies and Deception; Tails of the Straight-Edge Bartender.
So that gives it away to those of you who don't know. Aside from Eric (who cheated and has already visited me at work once) no one correctly guessed my temporary occupation. Now you know! I am a waitress and bartender at the Iron Gate Restaurant on N street. A quaint little place, so when you think of me bartending don’t think of me in tight jeans, singing and dancing on a bar counter Coyote Ugly style (well, you imagine me that way if you WANT, who am I to interrupt your fantasies) but rather, imagine me slowly making mixed drinks and martini’s for 50 year-old alcoholic women who sit at my bar (who probably love me because I tend to over pour on the alcohol) and then pouring a lot of glasses of wine and opening a lot of bottles of beer for the sophisticated international crowd that frequents the place (World Bank, UN Foundation, government). Did I mention that I waited on John McLauchlin, Deputy Director of the CIA last week and that Cokie Roberts from NPR also came by?
If you want to check out a review (albeit, an old one) of the restaurant go to:
http://dcpages.com/Dining/Reviews/IronGate.shtml
Oh, and the stories that I am accumulating from this job! For now, I will share just two. . .
I brought another round of drinks to a table that I had been serving in my bar area. Now, the crowd at the Iron Gate rarely falls under the age of 40, but here sat a refreshing group of upper-20’s who had been chatting it up with me. I had forgotten one person’s beverage so as I was walking away, the girl whose drink I forgot called sweetly after me “can I still get that Foggy Bottom” to which I replied loudly from across the breeze-way where my bar is, “Ohhhh, I’ll get your Foggy Bottom.” As I walked away to get her a cold beer all I could hear was howls of laughter from the table and comments from some of the guys including, “No, no I’ll get YOUR Foggy Bottom” and so on and so fourth. This is one of a million times in the past two-weeks that I have embarrassed myself at work. But if I don’t make a fool of myself, someone else would have to … I might as well sacrifice my dignity for the good of the whole. Besides, they are entertained and I get more tips.
My other story needs to be prefaced by the fact that both of the jobs that I work here are in the Dupont Circle area of DC. For those of you who don’t know DC, Dupont Circle is the gay center of the city. Because of our location, gay couples frequent the restaurant and I have made friends with quite a few. One particular couple enjoyed talking with me so much that by the end of the evening they felt comfortable jumping to a more personal plane of conversation which began something like, “Now, I know this will sound really weird … but our maid just left and José and I have an extra room in our house … well, we really need someone to help us and you are just so sweet. Would you be interested in living with us? We just need help with cooking, cleaning, ironing our shirts … we would of course give you free rent and we would pay you too. We just live around the corner.” Imagine the look on MY face as this conversation progressed. I was asked by a gay couple to be their maid. Maybe you would have had to have been there to see the hilarity in the situation, but wow .. I was cracking up insde. If I weren’t so damn honest, I would have lied to them about my domestic abilities and accepted the offer. I felt guilty and told them that while I am able to take care of myself, I doubt that I would be able to help them at the standard to which they are accustomed to (I asked them to call me if they just wanted someone to pay rent to which they replied, “sweetie … Paul and I don’t need the money, we need the help" ... giving me the impression that their standards would, in fact, be higher than I could hope to live up to). While this story has other fun twist and turns, I will spare you the details. In the end, they complimented me on my service and told me that they would come back next week with their niece who is visiting from Puerto Rico who is interested in international relations. So really, when I complain to you all about not meeting people here in DC and about how lonely I am, what I am really trying to say is … where are all the straight men and why do I seem only to attract good looking gay men?
Some other things that I have done:
*Cruised Georgetown with Eric, a couple different times. We also saw Madagascar last week. That movie is FUNNY. In our exploration of the city, we visited the Hill and checked out the office building where Eric’s internship is located. I have included pictures of him at the Hill.
*Checked out the East Wing of the National Gallery of Art on the last day of the Toulouse-Lautrec and Monmartre exhibition. Interesting exhibit on the artists and works produced at Monmartre in Paris. I have to admit, I went to the museum because I heard of their excellent gelato, the art was merely a second reason to go. On this particular adventure, I also visited the sculpture garden at the Hirschorn museum … definitely a place to which I will return.
*Completed the Phillip Pullman Golden Compass books and have started on Jitterbug Perfume. I am already half-way through it. The subway commute provides excellent literary endulgence time.
*Watched the gay PRIDE parade in Dupont Circle and went to the PRIDE festival at the capitol the following day (Oh, THIS is why I am not meeting straight men …. I see).
*Finished editing Amr’s two chapters for the book manuscript. The book is due for publication soon (I also did all the final prep on the book manuscript) and I will have my name in a footnote!
*Worked a ton and made $446 in tips over the course of three shifts at the bar and one lunch shift last week. By my calculations at $7 an hour multiplied by the 22 hours that I worked plus the $446 I made in tips it turns out I am making about $27 an hour. Not bad.
Ok, this is long enough. I still owe my list of observations … which I have been neglecting due to my lack of creativity.
So there you have it, it was less than a month between posts, aren’t you proud?
Love, Lies and Rainbows,
Jessie
So that gives it away to those of you who don't know. Aside from Eric (who cheated and has already visited me at work once) no one correctly guessed my temporary occupation. Now you know! I am a waitress and bartender at the Iron Gate Restaurant on N street. A quaint little place, so when you think of me bartending don’t think of me in tight jeans, singing and dancing on a bar counter Coyote Ugly style (well, you imagine me that way if you WANT, who am I to interrupt your fantasies) but rather, imagine me slowly making mixed drinks and martini’s for 50 year-old alcoholic women who sit at my bar (who probably love me because I tend to over pour on the alcohol) and then pouring a lot of glasses of wine and opening a lot of bottles of beer for the sophisticated international crowd that frequents the place (World Bank, UN Foundation, government). Did I mention that I waited on John McLauchlin, Deputy Director of the CIA last week and that Cokie Roberts from NPR also came by?
If you want to check out a review (albeit, an old one) of the restaurant go to:
http://dcpages.com/Dining/Reviews/IronGate.shtml
Oh, and the stories that I am accumulating from this job! For now, I will share just two. . .
I brought another round of drinks to a table that I had been serving in my bar area. Now, the crowd at the Iron Gate rarely falls under the age of 40, but here sat a refreshing group of upper-20’s who had been chatting it up with me. I had forgotten one person’s beverage so as I was walking away, the girl whose drink I forgot called sweetly after me “can I still get that Foggy Bottom” to which I replied loudly from across the breeze-way where my bar is, “Ohhhh, I’ll get your Foggy Bottom.” As I walked away to get her a cold beer all I could hear was howls of laughter from the table and comments from some of the guys including, “No, no I’ll get YOUR Foggy Bottom” and so on and so fourth. This is one of a million times in the past two-weeks that I have embarrassed myself at work. But if I don’t make a fool of myself, someone else would have to … I might as well sacrifice my dignity for the good of the whole. Besides, they are entertained and I get more tips.
My other story needs to be prefaced by the fact that both of the jobs that I work here are in the Dupont Circle area of DC. For those of you who don’t know DC, Dupont Circle is the gay center of the city. Because of our location, gay couples frequent the restaurant and I have made friends with quite a few. One particular couple enjoyed talking with me so much that by the end of the evening they felt comfortable jumping to a more personal plane of conversation which began something like, “Now, I know this will sound really weird … but our maid just left and José and I have an extra room in our house … well, we really need someone to help us and you are just so sweet. Would you be interested in living with us? We just need help with cooking, cleaning, ironing our shirts … we would of course give you free rent and we would pay you too. We just live around the corner.” Imagine the look on MY face as this conversation progressed. I was asked by a gay couple to be their maid. Maybe you would have had to have been there to see the hilarity in the situation, but wow .. I was cracking up insde. If I weren’t so damn honest, I would have lied to them about my domestic abilities and accepted the offer. I felt guilty and told them that while I am able to take care of myself, I doubt that I would be able to help them at the standard to which they are accustomed to (I asked them to call me if they just wanted someone to pay rent to which they replied, “sweetie … Paul and I don’t need the money, we need the help" ... giving me the impression that their standards would, in fact, be higher than I could hope to live up to). While this story has other fun twist and turns, I will spare you the details. In the end, they complimented me on my service and told me that they would come back next week with their niece who is visiting from Puerto Rico who is interested in international relations. So really, when I complain to you all about not meeting people here in DC and about how lonely I am, what I am really trying to say is … where are all the straight men and why do I seem only to attract good looking gay men?
Some other things that I have done:
*Cruised Georgetown with Eric, a couple different times. We also saw Madagascar last week. That movie is FUNNY. In our exploration of the city, we visited the Hill and checked out the office building where Eric’s internship is located. I have included pictures of him at the Hill.
*Checked out the East Wing of the National Gallery of Art on the last day of the Toulouse-Lautrec and Monmartre exhibition. Interesting exhibit on the artists and works produced at Monmartre in Paris. I have to admit, I went to the museum because I heard of their excellent gelato, the art was merely a second reason to go. On this particular adventure, I also visited the sculpture garden at the Hirschorn museum … definitely a place to which I will return.
*Completed the Phillip Pullman Golden Compass books and have started on Jitterbug Perfume. I am already half-way through it. The subway commute provides excellent literary endulgence time.
*Watched the gay PRIDE parade in Dupont Circle and went to the PRIDE festival at the capitol the following day (Oh, THIS is why I am not meeting straight men …. I see).
*Finished editing Amr’s two chapters for the book manuscript. The book is due for publication soon (I also did all the final prep on the book manuscript) and I will have my name in a footnote!
*Worked a ton and made $446 in tips over the course of three shifts at the bar and one lunch shift last week. By my calculations at $7 an hour multiplied by the 22 hours that I worked plus the $446 I made in tips it turns out I am making about $27 an hour. Not bad.
Ok, this is long enough. I still owe my list of observations … which I have been neglecting due to my lack of creativity.
So there you have it, it was less than a month between posts, aren’t you proud?
Love, Lies and Rainbows,
Jessie
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Oh, The Irony!
As you full well know from looking at this site, posting in a timely manner has not worked out well for me. Well, at least I am posting. Right? If it is any consolation, while I wasn’t posting I was having a wonderful, restful two-weeks with friends and family in Bend. Tea dates, sushi, shopping, sitting on rocks in rivers, bars and scrabble with friends as well as many meals with the family made for a great break. Other than my terrible last minute re-packing the night before I left for Portland and the killer heat in the valley the day before I left, my time in Oregon was wonderful and made me remember what I always seem to forget –– I love the Pacific Northwest.
Despite my re-affirmed affection for the Deschutes, Pilot Butte and the Cascades, I left Oregon without kicking and screaming (however, there was a bit of whining and tears, I’m not going to lie) and started my voyage to our nation’s capitol, the bustling District of Columbia.
Getting up early wasn’t easy but there I was, finally on the plane to DC. I was having a nice conversation with the Sudanese man sitting next to me when the voice of a small child practicing her spelling rang in my ears. I said to myself, “oh how cute, a little girl doing her homework on her vacation to DC”. My thought was then cut short by the rapid-fire sequence of the words “glockenspiel”, “beguile” and “chicanery. And yes, she spelt them all correctly while only half paying attention to her persistent mother quizzing her. I felt impressed and a little sorry for the little girl who was straining so hard to both appease her mother and watch the in-flight movie “Racing Stripes” out of the corner of her eye. What appeared to be a sick case of a child being pushed to hard in school, turned out to be a mother’s rigorous training for her daughter who I later found out is a contestant in the National Spelling Bee to be held this week in DC. Does this justify the rigidity of this 7-year olds vocabulary drill schedule? Who knows. What I do know is after listening to this child spell ridiculous words for six hours straight I have a newfound desire to broaden my vocabulary and to rent the documentary “Spellbound”.
Despite my embarrassment at the lack of words that I knew from this child’s lexicon, I made it off the plane alive and into the home of my hosts for the summer. I was greeted in the airport by a printed sign with my name and in greeted in their home by a snotting, slobbering puppy. It was love at first site for Leo, the 57 lb English bull dog who has refused to let me out of his site. I can already tell that the end of the summer will only be filled with heart-break.
As I sit here in Starbucks and re-count my past few days I’d like to leave you with a little quiz. As some of you know, I have been job-hunting for a money making job to supplement my non-income from the Carnegie Endowment. And so here it is, a true test of your psychic abilities. I was finally hired and …
Which one of these IRONIC side jobs do I now hold?
A. A butcher in a Whole Foods Supermarket
B. A salesperson in “plus-size” women’s clothing store
C. A bartender in a little restaurant in the city
D. A receptionist at the local tanning salon
I will leave you with that and will begin working on a post with my observations of this funky little place called DC. In the mean time, leave a message with your guess on my new gig and in the mean while, be in touch with me! I have internet all the time and would love the electronic company.
Love and Politics,
Jessie
Despite my re-affirmed affection for the Deschutes, Pilot Butte and the Cascades, I left Oregon without kicking and screaming (however, there was a bit of whining and tears, I’m not going to lie) and started my voyage to our nation’s capitol, the bustling District of Columbia.
Getting up early wasn’t easy but there I was, finally on the plane to DC. I was having a nice conversation with the Sudanese man sitting next to me when the voice of a small child practicing her spelling rang in my ears. I said to myself, “oh how cute, a little girl doing her homework on her vacation to DC”. My thought was then cut short by the rapid-fire sequence of the words “glockenspiel”, “beguile” and “chicanery. And yes, she spelt them all correctly while only half paying attention to her persistent mother quizzing her. I felt impressed and a little sorry for the little girl who was straining so hard to both appease her mother and watch the in-flight movie “Racing Stripes” out of the corner of her eye. What appeared to be a sick case of a child being pushed to hard in school, turned out to be a mother’s rigorous training for her daughter who I later found out is a contestant in the National Spelling Bee to be held this week in DC. Does this justify the rigidity of this 7-year olds vocabulary drill schedule? Who knows. What I do know is after listening to this child spell ridiculous words for six hours straight I have a newfound desire to broaden my vocabulary and to rent the documentary “Spellbound”.
Despite my embarrassment at the lack of words that I knew from this child’s lexicon, I made it off the plane alive and into the home of my hosts for the summer. I was greeted in the airport by a printed sign with my name and in greeted in their home by a snotting, slobbering puppy. It was love at first site for Leo, the 57 lb English bull dog who has refused to let me out of his site. I can already tell that the end of the summer will only be filled with heart-break.
As I sit here in Starbucks and re-count my past few days I’d like to leave you with a little quiz. As some of you know, I have been job-hunting for a money making job to supplement my non-income from the Carnegie Endowment. And so here it is, a true test of your psychic abilities. I was finally hired and …
Which one of these IRONIC side jobs do I now hold?
A. A butcher in a Whole Foods Supermarket
B. A salesperson in “plus-size” women’s clothing store
C. A bartender in a little restaurant in the city
D. A receptionist at the local tanning salon
I will leave you with that and will begin working on a post with my observations of this funky little place called DC. In the mean time, leave a message with your guess on my new gig and in the mean while, be in touch with me! I have internet all the time and would love the electronic company.
Love and Politics,
Jessie
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
My Adventures With Lumpy and Pete- Part I
Yes, I know what you are saying. "Jessie is sure getting a slow start to this whole blogging thing. She is going to be one of those quitters." Well, you are right on the first part, I am getting a slow start. But I will not quit! I will get better, but let me explain my dilema. At first I was hesitating to post because everytime I had something to post I thought to myself, "Wow, you will really sound like a whiney bitch if you post THAT" and then I realized, I have fun ranting and it is one way of capturing how I see the world. Really, I just need to come to terms with the fact that my posts will usually consist of me ranting (a.k.a. bitching) about every little pathetic thing that I encounter big or small, you may very well hear about it. I mean, Also, ranting is sort of my type of humor. I'm only half serious when I do it and usually don't REALLY care- but it is fun to pretend that I do...and on the rare occasion that something is really bothering me well, I get a chance to vent.
So, because I have delayed posting, this entry may be a bit incongruent as I try to share all the tid-bits that have been boucing around in my head. Let's see. Maybe it will be easiest to type about my past few days.
I FINALLY went to the doctor after a few months of having a suspicious little friend (that we will call "Lumpy") hangin' out on my throat, specifically on what Emmons thought was my larynx and what later turned out to be my thyroid. So in this last week I learned this lump was on my thyroid and that the Ear, Nose and Throat doctor I saw was not very nice. After hearing I was going to need to have a bunch of tests (tests. ugh. just the world is ugly) and surgery to follow. Because of this we ( we being my parents, Peter (because he was involved on the whole driving up to Oregon thing) and I) decided it would be best to come home. Needless to say I was entirely packed and in Oregon 72 hours after the decision was made to come home.
Good things that came out of this:
1.) I learned that my life can be packed up, boxed and put into storage in a matter of about 7 hours.
2.) I got to make play lists and burn CD's as we drove, talk about on demand!
3.)Lumpy's exact size, consistancy and location will be determined on Wednesday morning. It is looking like surgery next Monday, but maybe this doctor will have a different plan. Good thing is just that progress will be made to get rid of my little friend.
I have more to write about my adventures, but I am tired. I will post more ASAP. Maybe add to my "good things" list and tell you about the horror that is shoe shopping.
Be Well,
Jessie
So, because I have delayed posting, this entry may be a bit incongruent as I try to share all the tid-bits that have been boucing around in my head. Let's see. Maybe it will be easiest to type about my past few days.
I FINALLY went to the doctor after a few months of having a suspicious little friend (that we will call "Lumpy") hangin' out on my throat, specifically on what Emmons thought was my larynx and what later turned out to be my thyroid. So in this last week I learned this lump was on my thyroid and that the Ear, Nose and Throat doctor I saw was not very nice. After hearing I was going to need to have a bunch of tests (tests. ugh. just the world is ugly) and surgery to follow. Because of this we ( we being my parents, Peter (because he was involved on the whole driving up to Oregon thing) and I) decided it would be best to come home. Needless to say I was entirely packed and in Oregon 72 hours after the decision was made to come home.
Good things that came out of this:
1.) I learned that my life can be packed up, boxed and put into storage in a matter of about 7 hours.
2.) I got to make play lists and burn CD's as we drove, talk about on demand!
3.)Lumpy's exact size, consistancy and location will be determined on Wednesday morning. It is looking like surgery next Monday, but maybe this doctor will have a different plan. Good thing is just that progress will be made to get rid of my little friend.
I have more to write about my adventures, but I am tired. I will post more ASAP. Maybe add to my "good things" list and tell you about the horror that is shoe shopping.
Be Well,
Jessie
Thursday, April 28, 2005
First Post
I always think to myself when I attempt to write a journal or blog... oh shit, I'm sure what I say will come back to haunt me... and yet again, this is what I am thinking to myself. Writing "for myself" has never been something I have relaly enjoyed. But, I figure with my moving about (these next few months especially) it can't hurt me - and it might even be a fun way to stay in touch with those who I care so much about. I can't gurantee this will be your place to come for laughs, but it is my intent to give you a glimpse into how I view my day and all that goes on in my one, wonderful life.
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