a letter because I hate dating

Dear Mother Nature:
Why must you be so moody? Seriously 24 inches of snow? The local weatherman is predicting about 2 feet of snow to be dumped on our area! Must you really?
I have a date Friday night and that is when you're supposed to start your PMS spazz attack, and because I don't care to drive when it's snowing, you're really putting a kink in my plans!
Can you change your plans for Saturday? Saturday works better for me.

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Speaking of dates... I hate them. I'm going to tell you why...
First date? Almost always uncomfortable.
Dinner and movie dates out are lame.
I like to be comfortable in every sense of the way.
I want to skip all the junk and get right to the point.

Here's an example: Jennifer Marie, this is how you pronounce my last name. I have a brother, parents are divorced, mom is a little unstable, dad is a hard ass former marine. My Memere is my role model; I get my strong will and determinism from her. Boy Child is my everything and I talk about him a lot, and will continue to do so. I did this growing up, here are my mistakes and I can guarantee that many more mistakes will be made... and I welcome you to make mistakes too.

Only problem is, when you throw all that out there from day 1, it's unwanted information. This is me and this is what I have to offer. I don't want to give it my all to find out that you don't like random middle of the night trips to Walmart where my only purchase is a bag of Swedish Fish and a bottle of Snapple.

I'm domesticated: I cook, I clean (sometimes), I enjoy family activities, nights at home cooking together, parades, fairs, board games-- you know, things that don't involve bars and partying like its 1999.

Oh... and don't even get me started on those awkward silences. I like when you get past the point where silence is welcomed and no longer awkward.

I either love you with all that I have, or I don't.

10 years

The past 10 years have been crazy insane. If I told you about them you would never believe it, not in a million years, but something came to me.
Something I guess I have blocked out of my mind.

10 years ago this week I met Boy Child's father, The Mailman. A man who is about 21 years my senior.

What was I thinking you're asking?
To this day I often ask myself that same question and I have yet to find the answer; even a therapist here and there hasn't been able to help me.

Four months later (April), I was packing up my VW and moving away from the family I loved and life I knew to be with this man.
Four months after THAT! (August) I found out I was pregnant with my incredibly awesome Boy Child.

I cannot even begin to tell you what a whirlwind of emotion and chaos the next few years, ok 10 years, would bring me but I will say this much, I am ready to start 2010 off with a bang and with some of the greatest friends a girl could ever ask for.

Thank you everyone for a great year, I'm looking forward to an even better 2010!

no real direction

I'm a real fan of lists. I make them and will accomplish what is on them or... sometimes I won't even come close.
Other times I will make a list just to organize my thoughts, and because I need to slow down my racing mind at this very moment here's a list:

- I want to skip dating
- movie and dinner dates should be banned
- I wish more non-traditional dates were accepted
- feel free to send me non-traditional date ideas
- I think we would be better off apart- forever, even your friendship is becoming toxic
- less anxiety would be nice
- I want to go shopping again and not need a crutch (Boy Child, cell phone)
- I hate that I'm always looking for the nearest exit
- cookies! you've added 5 pounds to my thighs. Thanks. Not really.
- apparently junk food isn't bothering my stomach.
- motivation is missing in action. If you find it, send it home.
- I'm going on a date this weekend
- I really hate dating
- I think I need a separate blog post about dating

here's your sign

...they couldn't afford another 'S'

annnnnd done!

I cannot even begin to express the relief I am feeling right now.
Fall semester of 2009 is officially OVER.

I completed my last final on Thursday and started/finished my final paper on Friday.
Life is good!

Associates degree is now complete.

Stay tuned for the bachelors degree stress that I am sure will overcome me sooner than later.

I prefer white meat

I recently joined some site that allows you to communicate with other people, whom just happen to be single and generally speaking ... have a fear of commitment.

online dating= fail.

Today's email from a possible knight in shining armor:

"Hi hope ur having a good evening im in mass with a load of turkeys going to walmart in lewiston maine my name is ray if u want to chat if not good luck on this site i usally take time of i go to bangor thinking of moving there houlton is boring and i dont really c eye to eye with my roomate he drives dor same compony ."

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!?!?!
No really! Seriously!
I don't even have the words for this right now, I just hope he an his roomate can settle their differences, and soon because I can't imagine that turkeys are going to be nice company either.

cheese to my mac

Macaroni and cheese.
We all know it and love it.

Cheese and carbs! Carbs and cheese! *sigh*
If you know me at all, you know I love me some cheese! But when it comes to this delicious meal I prefer the boxed stuff; the more generic the better.
Give me that powdered orange stuff and nobody gets hurt. I promise!

But... the best time to eat that meal?
When it's cold!

Don't judge.

I like my leftover mac & cheese cold. It's damn yummy!

Now excuse me, I have cheese 'n' mac to eat before it gets hot!

spirit of giving

{ffffound}

"I know what I have given you.
I do not know what you have received."
-Antonio Porchia-

random yelling

Vlog!! Can you believe it? Because I can't!

Amanda and I went out to do some shopping and this resulted.
Sorry for the poor ass quality but hope you enjoy because we had a blast doing it!