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Saturday, November 26, 2005

Let the Madness Begin!

I got up early to go shopping. I also got Justin up to go with me. And for a second there, I thought about just going back to bed. Our niece's and nephew's don't care if we got their gifts on sale at 6 am. They only care if the present they open from us are cool. We want to be the cool Aunt and Uncle. But I want to get things on sale. I want to say, "Look at all the money I saved, let's get a latte." So that's what we did.

For those of you who are amazed that Justin did this with me don't worry, I didn't make him. On Thanksgiving day, after we ate our celebrated turkey and ham we were going to watch a movie. However he spent the next 4 or so hours on the phone chatting with his dad, leaving me to well, sleep off the turkey effect. But I was lonely and felt abandoned. But I was not as helpless as his dad. Justin sent him his wireless setup and he was helping him install it over the phone. Sounds ok until the computer didn't like something. Stupid computers! It's Thanksgiving and it was throwing a fit! So the next 3 hours was spent troubleshooting it. So it really wasn't anyone's fault, but I was still alone.

So he wanted to go shopping with me. We had fun picking up movies and CD's and clothes and kids toys. And since we went early enough to Target, we only had to maneuver around a few extra people in the store and we didn't even have to wait in line to check out. It was a festavis miracle!

But we did hear about horrors over at the Wal-Mart while waiting for a latte and an eggnog latte. You people shouldn't be allowed to shop on Black Friday. And just for that reason, I only go to every other store besides Wal-Mart.

So give me about a week and I'll be done shopping and I'll get to skip the next madness--the day before Christmas. I'll be at home sipping a latte watching a movie while my husband talks his dad through changing his log-in name and password. Hopefully this time the computer will have the holiday spirit.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

It's Been Awhile....

No not the song, however every time I say that line I end up singing it in my head. Call me crazy (nevermind) but I do sing it. It's been awhile since I've posted and I've been really trying to come up with something interesting to share with my three readers (thanks Justin, mom and Heather).

You would think that being home all day and experiencing many different things other than work would allow me to spin it into a blog-tale. Not so when Tuesday's feel like Monday's and Friday's feel like Sunday's. Basically I thought today, our nation's celebration of turkey, was Saturday. But it's not and I don't have to get up early tomorrow to do my last training run (THANK HEAVEN!) Btw, my marathon is next Sunday. But to me it could be a Wednesday. Until I have some sort of structure with my days, blogs might be a little thin.

However, I am trying. I try to be up between 6am and 10am. I think that's a pretty good time to get up, somewhere in the middle. Check the "E" and look for jobs. After that, get a latte (I have to make them at home cause you suckers don't click on my links. Get clicking, my lattes suck!) and try to take a shower by noon. This seems like a decent and obtainable schedule, but I end up watching tv in bed (damn digital cable in my bedroom) and before I know it, it's noon! My whole schedule is outta whack. So then I have to play catch-up.

So you see it's not easy being home all day and knowing you have things to do. But I'll try harder. So get clicking and posting comments and I know my creative juices will flow. Today, it's turkey juice's. Yummy! Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Don't forget to watch the dog show. Make it part of your families tradition. Or just watch Best In Show, it's funnier.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

I Am a Boggle Champion

Every year or so it seems Webster's Dictionary is adding new words. Holy cow, new words! It's almost amazing that it happens, but then I think to myself, "Hey I make up new words all the time!" I think being a creative mind that I am (of course this is my opinion), it is necessary to come up with my own words for things and situations.

When I was younger I got the game Boggle. Maybe my mom was telling me something; either my spelling stunk or I was the best speller in the world. Ok, my spelling stunk and it still does so Boggle didn't help much. But making my own words to win against my sister helped shape who I am. Well, a person who makes up words. But most of the time she'd say (and she's smarter than me) "That's not a word!" I'd argue for a bit then give in. Damn, I lost again! "Berkent, it sounds like a word."

Recently Justin made fun of me. This was nothing new because I'm funny to him. But he was making fun of the words that I use. "Where did you get 'doe head'?" I thought about it for a while and really couldn't come up with a good answer. I use 'doe head' more than some curse words. Basically I use it in a loving way instead of calling you an a**hole. See 'doe head' is much nicer.

He was also making fun of some words that I use incorrectly. Automotive is an adjective, but I use it like a verb. When he comes in from working on his car, he smells. "Man you smell like automotive." He just laughs at me then asks, "What does 'automotive' smell like?" "you," I reply. Duh! He also smells like boy sometimes. I can't explain that one either, sorry.

I've got a nickname for basically everything too. Like Scully, I was calling her 'sister' ever since I got her. And now Justin does. Justin calls everything a "johnny." "Where's that johnny?" It could mean anything. I've given Justin a nickname too. My sister and her husband know what it is. They laughed and made fun, so I can't tell any of you now. Everyone say "Thanks" to Heather and Joe (she's my smart sister, well my only sister).

And until I was all hip with the computer (thanks Justin!) I called mp3's, mp's. I left the three off. I can't remember why but it stuck. And now he calls them that. So imagine, I have the same power that Webster's Dictionary has. I've created my own words and now my husband uses them too. And I'm pretty sure that 'berkent' is a German or a Canadian word. Now where's that Boggle game?

Thursday, November 10, 2005

My First Review--Of Avenue Q


Living in Las Vegas has some advantages. Gambling is at every corner store and grocery store, there are great restaurants here like my man Roberto's, and lots of great entertainment. And if you have to come to Vegas on a budget (because put everything you have on black) there is a lot to do here for next to nothing. I only say this because as a local I got free tickets to a Broadway show. Yes that Broadway. Us lucky locals get a lot of free stuff and specials to take advantage of and we do take advantage. So I'm here to tell you how my free and very first Broadway show was.

My first Broadway show was excellent! It was "Avenue Q" and actually won a Tony. Go look it up if you don't believe me. It's about a puppet who moves to New York and can only afford to live on Avenue Q. He has many new friends. Some puppets and some humans. He ends up unemployed but with the love of his new friends and the love of one puppet, Kate Monster, he realizes that it sucks to be....Gary Coleman (yes the Gary Coleman).

The songs are really true to standard Broadway. They tell a story without being cheesy in the process. With lyrics like "the internet is for...Porn," "It sucks to be me," and "Everyone's a little bit racist." intriguing huh?

Aside from the lyrics, you'd think "Hey it's puppets it can't be too bad." It is. It is definitely not intended for anyone under the age of um, 18. The lyrics are very adult oriented, some of the subject matter is too and, well there is a sex scene.... with the puppets. It's hilarious.

The sex sold it huh? You wanna see it right? Well come on out to Las Vegas, order some tickets from the Wynn and have a great time. Don't worry, the puppets aren't scary.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

I Love The 80's

Actually this post is called "Why 80's Music Rocks" taken after my friend, Writinggal. She likes to pick a group and explain why they rock. I thought I'd do a whole era. That way I don't leave anyone out.

The 80's rock mostly because I have satellite radio. Actually everything on satellite radio rocks, but we are discussing the 80's, channel 8 on Sirius. Everyone knows the popular stuff from the 80's. Tears for Fears, George Michael (whom my mother would never buy for me), Madonna and many others. Then you have the one hit wonders. They don't happen as much anymore. A-ha, Murray Head and Bow Wow Wow (if you didn't know that last one, they sing "I want candy"). I think the one hit wonders are being weeded out by things like contracts, good song writers and more political issues than in the 80's. Ok political issues is just my opinion. I was probably too young to understand. "Der Kommissar", was that political? Who knows, but it rocked.

I think what also made 80's music rock was they seemed to be geared toward television with MTV. Songs now had to look awesome. They might have sounded stupid, like "Whip It" but looked great on MTV. Peter Gabriel's "Sledgehammer" was pretty cool looking but I never understood why he wanted to be my sledgehammer.

Movies made 80's music very popular. In the 60's and 70's, music was composed, so they were all original pieces. Boring! In the 80's you had your favorite movie and it had all your favorite songs. There are too many to list, but if you want the basic idea of the 80's and all the awesome music, watch "The Wedding Singer." It's cheating but they did a great job recreating the 80's from clothing, cars, culture and of course music. By the way, Adam Sandler's mullet rocked in that movie.

For those of you who don't have satellite radio, I'm sorry, but you should get it. I rock out to the 80's all the time. But I don't sport a mullet to rock.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Dear Extreme Home Make-Over

I just love to watch your show. I have to ghettivo it because I don't watch tv on Sunday's, hang-over day. But I love it! I really appreciate how you have such a diverse group of people doing such a great job to someone's ugly home. That gay guy makes me laugh. And the girl, the pink lover, she's great with the power tools. Oh and that guy that cries a lot. Just seeing him cry makes me cry! What powerful imagery.

Anyhoo, I was hoping to be picked for a home make-over. I know you choose families who really need a good fixing up. I feel that my home needs it bad. We just moved into it about a month ago and it already needs some work. It was built in September of 2005. That was one of the hottest summers here in Vegas!

We were doing great. We moved in, bought lots of stuff for it and we actually painted some of the rooms. But we don't have what you call the painting skills so the trim could use some help. Also, we need help putting up a garage door opener. Well, really we need a garage door opener. We haven't bought one yet because, well, this is embarrassing. I got laid off from my job of 1.5 years.

The lay-off has been devastating to me, my husband and my dog, Scully. She feels it the most. I'm home all day yelling at her to clean her crate, stop barking or whatever else she's doing to stress me out. But that's not the point.

We need help with things like hanging curtains or installing the garage door opener. We were also hoping for a projector and electronic roll-down screen for the living room. We just love watching movies and a projector would be awesome don't you think? Also, I was hoping that Tim the host could hook me up with a killer job. You know how he's always doing crazy stuff like that. Oh that Tim!

And our backyard could use some work. See here in Vegas, they don't put grass in anymore. We have rocks. Scully's feet hurt from having to walk on them to tinkle. It's really sad. I wonder if we could maybe find her some doggie band-aids. Yeah, those would probably help some.

I do what I can with my Husbands income and the income I get from a place called Unemployment. They are so generous. But Scully was really hoping for a doggie higher education. I'm afraid it might not happen now. I guess she's just going to have to be somewhat obedient and not super obedient. But we will love her any way she is.

So EHM-O, I think we are worthy of your help. Don't you? And if you can squeeze it in your busy week at my house, we'd really like a ceiling fan in the master bedroom.

Thanks Tim, Gay Guy, Pink Power Tool Girl and Cry Baby!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Football Queens

The Minnesota Vikings; they aren't very good this year. And for those of you who keep up with it better than I do, you know more than I do. So don't scold me for what I'm about to say (ahem, MEG). I call them the ViQueens because they play like the two years I played High School Powder Puff Football, girl style (Junior and Senior girls).

It's sad really. This is a professional team, getting millions of dollars, to spend on boat trips with hookas, and I did it for free, twice, no hookers involved. Unless you count the class hookers, we all had one or two. I also lost both years but I played for the game! I was outside line-backer both years. I couldn't run fast (that's why I got pulled out a lot) and I was scared of first, the Seniors, second the Juniors. These girls were tough! How did that happen? Somehow my class got passed over for toughness. Sad I know.

I had a lot of friends on the Senior team my Junior year but some of them were big girls. Not fat, just butch. It shouldn't have been scary because it was flag/touch football but it was. What gave me the idea to do it the next year?

So the Seniors won and we got shaving cream all over us. Not only was the score something pathetic, they had to embarrass us again with shaving cream in front of all the teachers, fellow students and parents. Somehow this was allowed at my school. Seems wrong when you think back. Bitches.

And by the next year I think my class made history by being the only Senior class to lose to the Juniors. Bitches. Now that was a shame. But the ViQueens know about shame. With the loss of Randy Moss, they thought the shame he brought would be gone. But somehow they managed to come up with their own problems, without Randy. On the field shame with Dante (my man!) with like a million turn-overs every game. Sadly he's out now, what a shame. And then the latest shame of a 'boat party.' Of course I don't know all the details and I don't know if I ever will. I'm sure MEG could chime in with that.

But Queens, don't fret. I once sucked too at football. The season isn't over and you beat Green Bay recently. So take that victory and stop playing like girls or I'll have to get the shaving cream out.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Rex-ing



He's like 2.5 feet from the ground! This almost equals him with lipstick on. Oh for sure!