Yes girl… February 8, 2012

Almost 3 years later…oh damn.

Seriously!  It’s been so long since my last post.  I’ve lost count.  But, in the crazy time I’ve been away, my life has taken a dramatic turn—-off a cliff…

Update:   Two years ago my best friend and I opened a boutique in the hill country and rode that gravy train for almost a year and a half.  It was some of the most fun, stressful, exhilerating, scary, satisfying, hard work I’ve Eva done.  Whew! Yeah,  I miss it, but I know that there is something else out there that is my destiny.  I’m not done people!  Watch out!

That was just the training round.  This is the real deal. 

So, what am I going to do?  I have some really super fun ideas and dreams that I’m just not ready to share at this point in my life.  But, I promise, soon enough I will Let it all Hang Out (sorry, I realize this could be a scary thing for some of you…Bless you people, bless you…)!

I am doing one “Life-changing” thing.  I’m doing Weight Watchers.  And I love it! It seems so easy and I’ve already lost 7.8 lbs.  Now, just need to lose about 80 more and we’re golden. 

New career, New responsibilities, New body, New turns = Changed Life.  Can’t wait to report the progress. 

Peace,

J-dubs out…

PS: be sure and comment and let me know if you’re happy I’m back in the saddle or wish I WOULD take a turn off a cliff.  I need to know!

April is here! And you know what that means. April 4, 2010

March is over.  I can’t believe it.  It came and went so fast, I feel like I didn’t even get to enjoy it.  Well-not as much as I would have liked.  Don’t get me wrong-a lot went down this month. 

March started out as a busy time at work, with one of our biggest and most successful fundraisers coming up, and many grants to write.  Work is great, but I haven’t seen success this year like I anticipated.  And even though I feel like I  bring so much to this team I work for, I can’t help but fight this nagging feeling that someone is taking note at how hard it has been for me lately to raise a dollar.  Not a good sign, since that is my job.  To raise money.  So, you can imagine that not being able to in this economy is not a good thing for my career.  But-I also have a big job at our next fundraiser, so I really need to focus on making that event GREAT…The verdict is still out on that one.  Keep your fingers crossed for me.

It’s also been a busy month, socially.  But, not in my dating life-or shall we call it non-dating life.  Seriously.  How long do I need to wait?  Am I being too picky?  Surely not=when my best chance was E-Harmony’s pick as THE guy for me-Carrot Top.  REmember?  (nodding my head-as if…if I shake my head hard enough the vile memory of that whole “character” building experience will vanish.  Here’s hope’n). 

No really, socially it has been busy.  Spring Break and trying to fit 4 weeks of activity into 3 has been hard.  Although Spring Break was a blast.  We drove up to central Texas.  My most favorite place…the weather is amazing, the scenery is breathtaking, and the atmosphere is addicting.  My home away from home-BFF’s house.  I miss her so, and since she bought a new house, it was just what I needed to forget about all the deadlines that were looming when I returned. 

We spent the week decorating her new house, and shopping, and hanging out with the kids, and shopping, and catching up on movies, and shopping, and shopping some more.  It was great.  Not sure the kids enjoyed it as much as we did, but so what.  Yeah, that’s right, people-So What!  🙂

Anyway, March is gone and April is here.  And can you guess the best part of April?  It starts tomorrow.  Opening Day!  Whoo hoo!  This crazy bitch loves baseball!!!!  And loves the Houston Astros! 

Believe me when I tell you that I love them more than you. 

No really. 

Seriously.  Just stay tuned to my blog this month, and you will begin to realize. 

And the best part is that I have a date with my boys at least once a month, and every night on my TV.  I can’t wait.   I love them.  You know,  I feel like they should know me, since I am their biggest stalker.  Follower.  Snooper.  

I mean fan… Yeah, F-A-N.

You know, one summer my mom, my daughter, and I went to visit my Aunt and Uncle in Chicago.  As part of my trip, I made sure that my Astros were playing the Cubs while we were there, so we could go to a live game at the infamous Wrigley Field.  It was so cool!  The crowd was loud, and infectious, and totally obnoxious-but awesome.  I think the 5 of us represented half of the Astros fans thief that day.  But it gets better.  We were walking out and I overhead some crazy Cubs fan talk about the Astros bus, and how it was parked right outside-right next to our exit and train station.  So, we went and waited for them to come out.  And they started filing in…First Humberto Quintero came out, and then Miggy, and Blum, and Moehler, Wright, Carlos Lee, Bourne-None of them stopping to sign autographs.  😦  Bummer.  Then, a glimmer of hope, when Hunter Pence walked over and I slipped my ticket up and he signed it!  🙂 

Mommy like. 

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris Sampson.  I was so excited because Chris Sampson grew-up and graduated from Channelview High School.  Now-Channelview was not my alma-mater.  Not the high school I went to.  But, ANYONE from the Channelview area would know anyone else from the North Shore are.  Anyone.  I graduated from North Shore High School.  Literally a few miles from Channelview.  And we were competitors.  So, I figured that all I had to do was draw attention to myself and he would look up and smile and of course seek me out to pose for a picture, possibly sign and autograph, maybe even give me something of his that is signed?  I mean, really-I would have.  Right!?!???? 

So, what does this brilliant mind do?  I started jumping up and down like a freaking 12 year old hormonal psycho stalker  girl (remember the New Kids on the Block?  Yeah-THAT crazy. )  screaming at Chris Sampson saying,”Chris!!!  Chris!!!  I WENT TO CHANNELVIEW HIGH SCHOOL!!!!”  Everyone looked and my own family started backing away from me in embarrassment.     

Nice. 

So, guess what Chris Sampson did?  Not a damn thing.  He kept walking-actually ducking his head- right up on the bus.  Shit. 

I’m so looking forward to Baseball Season.  Go ‘Stros!!!!!!!

Surprise Surprise… January 21, 2010

So, the last time we spoke, I was all hot about the baby daddy’s mental state.  Without totally boring you, I will BRIEFLY update you on what’s been going on.  So, since that time, many Dos XX’s and beef stew mixed with episodes of Criminal Minds and Man vs. Wild with Bear Grylls, (Which by the way, he can tame my wild side any day…and his British Accent makes me forget about bad teeth and stinky arm pits) we have exchanged  many, many, many words (and dirty looks), but have come to an agreement.  One I’m happy and content with and one that he’s going to have to live with.  At first I felt bad, but he just cannot sleep on my sofa.  Seriously. Anyway- he is FINALLY employed and has been working on his feelings of desperation-daily.  I’m glad-I mean, it’s so exhausting for me to be the “rock” he needs.  I just want to be his friend.  I can’t be his rock, and my daughter’s rock, and the mom and woman I’m meant to be.  I’m suffocating here!  I mean-we aren’t even married.  Wait, back that up-we aren’t even dating, a couple, roommates, whatever you want to call it.  Nothing.  Just friends-who live in separate homes, and have separate lives-except when it comes to our child.  So what type of committment do I really have to have for him afterall?  You know?  What do you think?  That will forever be the question in everyone’s mind…and They ALL have different answers. 

Believe me, I’ve heard them all.

Anyway-I just have to post this so if you don’t love them too-screw you: 

My alma-mater.  My beloved Longhorns.  My heart hurts for them and the burnt orange nation.  My heart hurts for Colt McCoy.  My brother (who also hurt me my attending a university outside of the 40 acres), couldn’t have said it better-except I don’t have a penis:

“Seeing people wearing UT gear makes me giddy on the inside.  Then I think about Colt McCoy…tight pants.”   

And here is a letter that Colt wrote to UT fans and Fellow Longhorns in the Daily Texan:

To the City of Austin and Longhorn fans everywhere:

My time at the University of Texas has been filled with countless memorable experiences, from the 45 wins I was fortunate enough to be a part of to the Big 12 Championship this past season. You have been there for me through everything and have shown your unwavering support. You have always believed in me, and for that I will be forever grateful.

As much as I am looking forward to the next chapter in my life, I am also saddened at the thought of leaving. I have loved being a student and an athlete at the University of Texas, and every second I wore the Longhorn uniform was special to me. This school and this city hold a special place in my heart that words can’t describe, and I intend to remain an active part of this community that has given me so much.

I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I will carry your cheers and support with me always. Regardless of where my next stop may be, I will forever be a Texas Longhorn.

Hook ’em!
Colt McCoy

Amen. 

And to all of you that read and have been asking me when I will post another blog, I’ve missed you-more to come soon.  Thanks for sticking around.  xoxo

J 🙂

Karmas a comin’…cover your arse. September 29, 2009

I’ve been told many times that I need to learn to be a little more understanding.  A little more sympathetic.  More accepting. 

So, when the baby daddy, (we’ll call him “R”),  shows up on my door step asking if he could come and spend some time with our sick kid, I agreed.  I couldn’t deny him seeing her, and since she was basically quarantined in the house for 5 days due to the flu, I allowed it.  Besides, I’d rather give him the flu than my mom. 

Anyway, as “R” sat, I cooked breakfast…then lunch.  And as he watched Bill Dance Outdoors and Fishing, I washed clothes and aired out the house.  As he watched Rocky 1,2,3, and 4, I cleaned.  I noticed he was especially quiet-but I didn’t want to ask, because honestly,  I didn’t want to know.   His being here made my baby happy-even though she was sick-so I didn’t say anything. 

Then he opened his mouth and what came out shocked the hell out of me.  “How do you do it, Jeanette?” he asked.  Thinking he was talking about living on my own and struggling financially, I replied, “I just take it one day at a time.  And if I can’t do something, I don’t do it.  It’s simple.  It’s hard, and it sucks, but it’s simple.”  He said, “I have been doing that and it’s not any easier.”  Still thinking he was talking about money, I said, “But you got your boat…and that should make you happy, right?”   Then he said, “It’s almost been a year, you know?”  “A year of what?” I asked.  “My divorce.”

I stared at him for what seemed like the longest, most awkward moments. 

Could he really be upset that he’s been divorced for a year?  SERIOUSLY?!?!

A little background:  After 10 exhausting, frustrating, and miserable years, “R” and his ex-girl, we’ll call her “B”,  finally made it official and got the divorce finalized.   Anyone that knew them thought it needed to happen sooner (actually everyone agreed that the marriage should have never happened in the first place because of their turbulent relationship.  We all knew that she was not marring him for the same reason he was marring her-if you get what I mean), and everyone thought it would never happen because he was too lazy to take care of business, and when things got hard he quit, and because she is a selfish bitch.  There is no other explanation for her.  Just trust me. 

So when he seemed utterly upset that in the span of the next 20 or so days would mark the 1 year anniversary of what should be the happiest day of his life after the birth of his kids, it shocked me.  He was actually sulking.  Sad.  And it disgusted me. 

I responded to his comment about it being almost a year to his divorce with, “Whoo Hoo!  Congrats-you should be celebrating!  Isn’t this what you wanted?”  Apparently he doesn’t know what he wants.  Or he does, and has just realized that it sucks being the one on the other side of the fence.  See, “B”  has actually found a new poor old sap’s life to ruin, and “R” is actually upset about it.  I wanted to slap the shit out of him right out my front door.

Did he forget all the hell “B” has put him through?  He must have forgotten how she looked when he walked in and saw her passed out next to a guy in underwear that morning?  He must have forgotten all the debts he had to bail her out of?  He must have forgotten how it feels to be called a “no-good, piece of shit dad” every day?  He must have fallen and bumped his head, because surely he would remember their first Christmas as a married couple when she bought my kid 1 gift, and filled the bottom of the tree with other gifts for her girl…and he definitely must have forgotten what it felt like to watch our daughter watch her younger sister (their daughter together) open all the gifts Santa had left her younger sister-while clutching the one doll that Santa left for her?

He MUST have forgotten that he made that bed.  That he jumped the fence a long time ago to mow the yard of what he thought was greener grass.  He MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN that when you start a relationship with deceit and lies, nothing good comes from it. 

Needless to say, this day is not my day to be more understanding.  Not my turn to be more sympathetic.  I’ll skip being more accepting.  Not this time. 

Hey, baby daddy-Cover your arse…Karma’s a bitch.