Craven 2009 After Thought

Jen: I feel like one of those dolls where you press the stomach and it lights up.

Ange: A glo-worm?

Jen: Yeah

I'm wearing the sleeping bag that luckily, for the past three years I've been to lazy to remove from the trunk of my car. I zipped myself right in there thinking it'd be warm. Turns out the Bargain Shop isn't big on wind resistant quality.

Our new house. Or, all the stuff I took to the dump today.

Yes, this is our new home.

It's a fixer upper, for sure.

I am looking forward to renovating it, although I know it will be an endless money pit.

Note the cutesy folk-art mailbox. I was going to tear it off until I learned from the neighbor that it was hand-crafted by the former owner's wife who died of cancer. How can I take it down now??

See the sign that says "Every birdy welcome"?

Well, excuse me, not every one is welcome actually, so we took the sign down.

Hubby and dad at the dump - a 1/2 ton full!

Still to come, the "bat cave", the adventures of "what's-in-the-compost-bin", and "how many types of floral curtains ARE there?"

Growing Up Jennifer (its not easy, but it sure was fun)

As a kid, I was always mesmorized and jealous of the other kids who could draw the five point star with one line. I spent so much time trying to figure it out. When one night lying in my bed in my room covered with pink and white polka dots and Minnie Mouse, it hit me. I got out of bed, grabbed a pencil and paper, while my mom watched in confusion. I proceeded to draw a star. I was so proud of myself I finally fell asleep when I went back to bed.

I was scared to fall asleep because I was worried. I was worried that there were ghosts under my bed. I thought it was because my bed was on a frame with a metal headboard that there were obviously ghosts underneath it. And I also worried about a robber climbing in my bedroom window and stepping on my bed. I eventually lined up all my stuff animals along the wall on my bed underneath the window, and left the stuffed dog on the floor and convince myself, that they would all come to life if I was in danger.

Another strong memory I have growing up is learning to tie my shoes. My parents, of course, tried and tried to teach me, but it wasn't until I wanted to ditch kindergarten sharing time on the rug (because my sharing time was done and I was the only person my 5 year old self cared about), I actually learned. I went to the bathroom to kill some time while ditching class and while sitting on the toilet, it just hit me, completely out of the blue. And I've been able to tie my shoes ever since.

Anyway, there's some insight into my childhood!

Somebody stop me...

from online shopping.

Dear Lord, if I don't cut up my credit cards I'm going to have start trafficking Tim Horton's XL double doubles and start a Taco In A Bag stand to pay for tuition.

Please help me control myself from wanting to indulge in book that only cost a penny online at amazon.ca.

Do not let me create any more excuses to buy television offered products. I'm sure my slap chop will be great, and I'll love the free graty. However, I will survive without the windsheild wonder. Right?? It's just that it would be so helpful and convenient... I can not buy one, even if I have the toll free number memorized.

Thank you for your help, Jennifer

This is how we roll...

Meet Fannie, the Chevrolet Impala. She's clean, roomy, carries us on crazy concert chasing adventures and never breaks down, especially not anywhere near Davidson.

Angela doesn't blog much...

because we don't have New Kids related concerts or cruises to attend.

It's ok. I get it.

I can't believe it's almost been a year since we met Jordan that fateful day in Chapters...

brought together in the biography section, by Dolly Parton and Ted Turner.

Thanks Dolly.

Craven 2009

Well, it's been quite a few weeks since Craven and neither Angela nor I, have updated our blog. The feeling has returned to my fingers since freezing at Craven and I thought I would share our experience.

Friday: Angela and I drove around for an hour trying to find Mike, Lori and Dwayne. By the time we find them, Angela gets a call and has to go back into town... Yeah, so by the time we get back out to Craven from Regina, we heard the last of the Bellamy Bros. But Kellie Pickler and Taylor Swift made the night worth it. Taylor Swift put on a show that was similar to Reba during the 90's. It wasn't a concert, it was a show. It was also a show in the mud, in freezing cold weather with very cool winds. We tried to stay warm by dancing, but it didn't help.
Angela also got hit on. When he asked her name, she told him her REAL name!! But then lied about where she lived. (The next day we both discussed our alter egos in case anyone asked: Janelle and Amanda)

Saturday: More rain... which makes for more mud! Thank god for $1 ponchos and rubber boots. Joe Diffie, Joe Nichols, and Clint Black were also worth wearing a sleeping bag. Angela and I also wore our matching Dolly tank tops!
This was night that Angela wanted to have baileys and coffee to warm up. So at Lori and Dwayne's camper, we had a drink... and made a new friend. Although, I don't recall his name, he was a teacher/councellor/psychic from Meadow Lake. He asked Lori and Dwayne if I was there daughter (they said No since I'm not, and Lori and I are only 7 years in age difference), then he asked if I was single... (And they said YES... geez don't say that). And knowing I was out of his league, he had to check to see if I was "lonely", to which Dwayne replied "Oh Yeah, and Horny too". Thanks Dwayne.
Some of things he said included: looking at Ange and saying "Oh she's cute too", "Let him go, once you let go, you'll just say WOW" , "Am I right or am I wrong, I'm right" to me, even though he just found out I was single. And trying to say goodnight after an hour conversation of him standing in the door way of the camper, he started up with "I haven't slept yet... I'm 43 and I look better than this guy (Dwayne)". He definitely gave us a laugh!

Sunday: and God said "Let there be warmth on Craven, SK". I had McDonalds on Sunday, but they didn't have ketchup, so Ange went back home and got some, because after six months with no McD's, sh'e want some friggin' ketchup too. Jason Blaine, Jake Owen (my new boyfriend), Billy Ray, and George Strait were all great in their own way. Meaning, I would be embarassed to be Billy Ray and be such a tool. I much prefer Robby Ray Stewart on Hannah Montana. Yeah, I like Hannah Montana.

Overall, Craven was great (although, I don't know if Angela remembers through all the rum she drank). It was the best Craven ever, even though it really wasn't. Angela and I have our tickets for next year, Kenny Chesney and Taco In A Bag...

But one thing is for sure, I will not work at 9 am the Monday morning after Craven.

People are still Stupid.

So, as a summer job, I'm employed by the tourist centre in my hometown. I tell people where the campground is, hand out travel guides, and sell local pottery, clothing and other knick-knacks.

This past weekend, a genuis came in, looked at the three giant shelves of pottery and then asked me, "Did you make all this pottery yourself?"

Seriously. Seriously, like WTF man??

Would you walk into a clothing store and ask the cashier if she designed and sewed the clothes. Or the cashier at a candy shop if she made the gum, chips and chocolate bars herself?!

So, I went into my speech about how the crafts are all made by local artists. Not me.

I'm glad to have met the leader of the rampant stupidity plague.

God Bless Craven (and all that comes with it)!

As my new's year resolution I gave up McDonald's. More than six months ago, I told myself that if I went without ANY McDonald's, I could allow myself to have some one night after a day at Craven.

I'm six months clean of my McDonald's habit and two days away from falling off the wagon. I don't know if it's falling so much as jumping.

And you know what? I can't wait! I keep thinking and analyzing and debating what my order should be.

Yep, I'm gonna have me some McDonald's this weekend.

Craven Preparations

For those of you who don’t know what this week is, it’s Craven Week! Best week of the year. This week is filled with anticipation for diehards like myself. I think about Craven all year long and enjoy it way more than Christmas.

So this week before I watch the great performers like Clint Black, Trace Adkins, George Strait, Kellie Pickler and Taylor Swift, I am preparing for almost anything.

--> For the chance that if the rain comes, I will fall in mud and not be allowed to cry.

--> For the hoots and hollers I will receive. As well as the requests to see my gigantic busom for free liquor. (Last year, I bartered 8 beer for one peek, and because it’s Craven, it’s ok to be proud of that)

--> For the best meal I will eat all year. Taco in a bag! Crushed chips and a table spoon of ground beef just taste better at Craven.

--> For the inevitable traffic stop, where the cop will stop us, see we’re in Fanny, it’s not kids joy riding in their grandparents car and then not even ask to see our licences. Just let us go…

Despite the preparations, I just love Craven. I love the adventure. I love the anticipation. I love the unknown. I love the music. I love the food. I love the break from life. I love the huge crowd. I love it all!!

Oh, and Angela, I have my rubber boots packed this year and I promise not to leave them unattended.

"Jen"ius?

I was declared a genius by my Grandpa. So, I'm feeling pretty proud right now.

My grandparents bought a new tv in April. The last one lasted 17 years and it was time for an upgrade.

One Sunday in June, my mom and I ventured out to the farm, only to realize the tv was set to "espanol". So everytime Grandpa pressed mute (which is every commerical break) it said "Silencio" instead of "Mute".

I took the remote and fixed it. For two months it was like that. In one minute, it was fixed and I was a genius!

I hope this genius gene lasts. It might not and I'll be left like my Grandma.

Mom and I made chicken for supper and she wrapped up the left overs and put them in the fridge. Grandma came over and took out the chicken, then ate it. When I walked in the living room she said " I ate that piece of bread that was in the fridge, but it sure was salty". I could not contain my laughter long enough to tell her it was chicken!

Rider Nation: It's a Place, But You Won't Find It On the Map

I have lived in Saskatchewan pretty well my whole life - a brief exception with trips to Alberta in 1989-1990 when my parents moved (and then returned), and when I went to SAIT from 1997-1999. So, for the remaining 27 years I have covered a lot of the province - Fairy Glen, Melfort, Arborfield, Saskatoon, and Regina.

So?

Well, I have always known there was a CFL football team in Saskatchewan. The Roughriders. Every good Saskie-girl knows that. It's the only pro-team in the province in ANY sport. So, through good times and bad, most of us support the team whole-heartedly. That doesn't depend on where you live in Saskatchewan.

But living in Regina--Rider Nation--has brought my awareness of the team to a whole new level. When you live in the same town where the games are actually played at Mosaic Stadium; where you drive by the Roughriders office; shop at the Riders store - two of them; and drive down The Green Mile, people expect that you bleed green. It's extreme. Stores are decorated, people have Rider flags on their cars, and it's all over Facebook. And, you will be hard pressed to find a person in Regina on game day NOT wearing green. In fact, that is usually how I know it IS game day. I don't listen to or watch sports (I can't believe I am actually blogging about sports right now), but I do know that when the /=S=/ logos start to appear in full force and there is a dramatic spike in the amount of people wearing green clothing--it's game day. It even makes me want to watch! Can you believe it? Me!! I am the most uninvolved sports person ever in the history of football. I can see how cult-like behavior develops...you want to watch because all the other people are watching. At least, you think they're watching because they aren't allowed to say they're NOT watching! THINK OF THE TERRIBLE THINGS THAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU WEREN'T WATCHING!

However, I am not watching.

This is the time when I like to go shopping. It's a great benefit of living in Rider Nation - you know everyone is either at Taylor Field, or at home watching TSN, so it's a great time to go to those places normally crowded with cars and people. Say, Wal-Mart.

So tonight, on preseason game day, I bought myself some tank tops, some wooden spoons and a bbq lighter and spent some quality alone time at my local Wal-Mart store. Next time I might even get a Rider t-shirt. Maybe even a jersey like the Wal-Mart greeter was wearing.

(Anyone know the score??)

I'm turning into my Mother...

and someone likes it!

I get worried that I'm turning into my parents, and although I love them, like everyone, they too have less than admirable qualities.

But in this blog, I'm not worried about becoming a slob or having nagging tendencies. I'm not worried at all, actually.

My mom leaves notes for us. And this is a habit, I never realize I picked up. I truthfully never realized that every family doesn't do this!!

I started leaving notes at work for my co-workers. Just little things that happened, things that need to happen, or just wishing them a nice day. Well, my co-workers love them thankfully. They even told me they look forward to them.

So, I'm turning into my Mom and I'm not even freaking out.

Now, last week, she left me one that said "I'm at 1691 today" then there was a squiggle, that was a heart signed "Mom" and underneath she said "Try and eat the asparagus".

My grandparents had come to town to take the dog to the farm and grandma misread the note as saying "Mom, try and eat the asaragus". So when I came home, the asparagus was no where to be found. Because my grandparents took it! Then we all had a good laugh. Especially grandma, who offered to replace the asaragus, I didn't really want to eat in the first place!

Fleetwood Mac

It turns out, I'm a people watcher. I like to observe them. I have no idea why I'm so fascinated by this. But I think this might be one of the reasons I'm so addicted to concerts. Because the large amounts of different people.

So, at Fleetwood Mac this past Friday, I noted a different crowd than those that I have previously come across. These groups consisted of:

Pot heads, which at Fleetwood Mac, a legendary 70's band, you kinda have to expect. They also smelled of spilled pilsner beer. It made me want to vomit.

The next group wasn't as easy to spot, until I broke out my phone to use the camera. They are the Mom's. After I took a picture using my phone, the Mom's sitting behind us and next to us started handing me their phones to see if they had cameras and then to figure out how to use them.

Group three is the nagging wives. "Don't spill the beer", "Watch, the beer is on the floor", "The beer is by your foot", "Pick up the beer".

Then there was the group who needed medical attention. We saw Medics and stretchers go up the stairs and come back down with a rather large man who was wearing an air mask. Now seeing the ambulance was a first, and I've been to Craven 4 years in a row!!

Now, the final group, is really just a girl. The girl who sat infront of my date (who was my cousin, Lana). She had one beer. She did not appear under the influence of any substances, from what I could tell. But maybe that was her problem, she hadn't taken her meds. It would explain her seizure like movements, but I'm fairly certain it was dancing.

We were sitting infront of an annoying wormy-seizure dancing hair dancer! Without demonstrating, it's hard to describe. She sat in her seat. Moved her waist all different ways. Moved her shoulders in violent back and forth manner while bending forward and rocking back. While she was doing this, she was also head banging (sometimes back and forth, and sometimes side to side and sometimes she rotated her head) with long blonde hair. Her hair was hitting people and falling in her boyfriends beer. I'm sure that she must have had a sore neck the next day. Sometimes, she'd get her arms going in the air too. But only, when she really liked a song.

People watching is interesting, but it's really difficult too. It involves a high level of self control not to whack people across the head when you witness stupid and ridiculous actions!

May 31st

Since we've had so many blogs about grandparents, I feel it's important to talk about Grandma and Grandpa Hill today.

Grandpa and Grandma both reside in heaven... they have for a while now. Grandpa had Alzheimers for about a decade and Grandma had a broken heart after he died. We all knew she wanted to be with Grandpa.

Today, May 31st, would have been their 51st wedding anniversary. I personally feel it should be considered a sacred holiday.

But I'm sure they're dancing on some cloud in heaven and Grandpa is off time and Grandma is trying her best to keep Grandpa straight, all the while knowing in her wise way, timing is not what matters. They enjoyed dancing. And holding hands. And having tea after supper.

They had a love story that people can only dream of. It's like the Notebook and Walk the Line mixed together. With a little less drama and more camping! Haha

I just need to add...

to Angela's latest post, that Abby is our Mom's dog. She often stays with our grandparents at the farm because our Mom is a nurse and works all 12 shifts and can't take care of her very well when she's working.

I didn't want any readers to think we make some person go pee under the deck.

Also, Grandpa still brags about the time he shot a MOUSE, a tiny little mouse out of the tree behind the house. It was on the branch and I'm guessing Grandpa aimed, shot and pretty near shit himself when he actually hit it!

RIP Mama and Baby Porcupine

Jennifer already mentioned that if we had a TV show, Grandma and Grandpa would have to be in it. If you've ever watched Kathy Griffin's mom on My Life on the D List, you already know what we mean. Old people say and do things that are, well, entertaining and interesting, yet disturbing too. Yesterday was one of those times. I called Grandma just to talk, and she told me this story.

"Grandpa was out with the flashlight yesterday looking under the deck. He thought he saw a baby kitten," says Grandma.

Maggie Griffin, not unlike our
own family grandparents

"Really, and what was it?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer, preparing myself for any sort of woodland creature (there was a beaver in the yard just the other day, but don't worry, Grandpa chased it back to the river on his quad. WTF??)


"A baby porcupine!"

"OMG, where is it now?"

"Well, Grandpa hit it on the head."


This is not the actual baby killed in the making of this story.
"WHAT??!! Why?"

"Well, you can't have porcupines in the yard, and under the deck is where Abby goes pee!"

"Okay..." I said, not at all convinced that this is a good enough reason to kill a porcupine baby. "Where is the mother?"

"Oh, don't worry, we got rid of it too." Grandma stated.

I didn't ask what "got rid of" is a euphemism for, and I doubt I want to know. Let's just say Grandpa has plenty of guns and ammo on the farm.

So, needless to say, I am writing this post in honor of all animals and creatures, especially those who have met their untimely demise at the Nelson farm. Rest in peace baby porcupine, rest in peace.

My Jennifer Moment

For as much as Jennifer and I have in common (hair color, musical tastes, sense of humor, among others), there are several areas in life where we are MUCH different. One of those ways is in gracefulness. Now, I am not exactly a classically trained dancer or anything, but I have never hit my head on a popcorn bowl, requiring stitches. Nor have I ever fallen off a chair for no reason. (Both examples are from Jen's early years). And lately, she seems to do a lot of falling down, requiring her to remove her muddy pants. (See earlier posts for that story.)

But yesterday, it was MY turn to have a Jennifer clutzy-moment. Now, I don't know if it was the raspberry margarita, or the landscape rocks that were on the sidewalk in front of Earls during happy hour on a Friday...but whatever the case, I tripped in a BIG way...in front of ALL THE PEOPLE AT EARLS PATIO ON A FRIDAY DURING HAPPY HOUR. I even had an elderly lady roll down her car window and ask if I was okay!

I cut my right hand, scraped by left knee, but was mostly concerned about crushing my glasses which were in my hand as I fell! (I was putting on my prescription sunglasses just moments before, so vision was not my problem.) Anyway, I am fine, my glasses are fine, and Grant helped me up, but my ego took a big bruising!

The Melfort Journal

There are only 2 sections of the local newspaper people don't want to be in. They also happen to be the most read. The obituaries and "Street Talk".

I got cornered for Street Talk.

My question was "What do you think about SaskPowers price increases?"

Now, I discussed with the reporter my long thoughtful answer about the economy, cost and expenses and how the government probably has a plan, I don't understand, but is in the best interest of the province.

Then I told her what I wanted published.

"I like power. Have you ever been through a power outage? Trust me, it's still worth it."

Grandma and Grandpa

If I ever did have a tv show, my grandparents would have to be an episode or two. They are absolutely hilarious.

My grandmother who is in her seventies comes up with the funniest comments, sometimes when you don't even think she's paying attention. Some of her famous quotes include: "If Angela says it, it must be true", "You looked good, so I didn't recognize you", and my favorite "Do you want milk in your coffee, Grandma?" "No I don't mix my drinks, that's how you get heachaches".

Tonight my grandpa had some stories of his own. There was one about a cat and skunk being friends out at a farm near their farm. The skunk died and the cat was cuddling it. It sounds almost sweet now... The other story he told was about a woman who works at the grocery. He started off by describing her as "fat, homely and her eyes point different ways". My mom and I started laughing and that's when Grandpa started pulling the skin around his eyes to demonstrate what she looked like. Geez, seeing an almost 80 year old man do this, was enough to make me almost pee my pants.

I have to say, I love my grandparents, craziness and all!

Young and Computer Illiterate...

This seriously exists. My brother phoned me today at work. This is how it went down.

Corey: "Where's my resumes?"
Jen: "In the black folder by the fireplace in your books"
"No, on the computer"
"Click Jennifer"
"Then"
"Documents"
"Then"
"The folder labelled Crap"
"Then what"
"Do you see it"
"Yeah what should I do" SERIOUSLY?? WHAT SHOULD YOU DO? HOW ABOUT OPEN IT?
"Double Click it"
"Then what" THAT'S IT BRAINIAC!!
"Then do whatever you want to it"
"F@#$ what did I just do, the bullets are gone"
"What are you trying to do"
"Update my education"
"Oh Geez... send it to me and I'll update it"
"Ok, thanks"
"Wait, Mom doesn't have Word on her computer, email to Ange" YES SHE DOESN'T HAVE WORD, IT'S A ROYAL PAIN
"I don't have email"
"WHAT??"
"What do I do"
"Use mine..." then I gave him my hotmail and password
"How do I use this?"

Really? like WTF?. You're 20 years old and can't use Microsoft work and you can't send an email.

I guess I should be thankful he could turn the computer on in the first place!

Moving Home

I moved home to Melfort.

Melfort is a small city in Saskatchewan where once you enter, signal lights, no longer exist. Speed limits are just suggestions and they are two types of drivers: the slow and cautious (a.k.a. the old people) who drive approx. 20km under the speed limit while taking up all the lanes and then's there everyone else.

I have to say, Melfort is not exactly an environment conducive to happiness.

Now, I wasn't thrilled living in Saskatoon cleaning up after Gross(Corey) and Grosser(Dad), but at least, stores were open past 6. And you had choices for ordering pizza or chinese. Saskatoon has multiple bars and shopping centres. Melfort has the Chances 'R' and Main Street. It's just not the same.

The other problem just happens to be how EVERYONE knows what you're doing (even if you don't!). There really is a lack of privacy. I don't know how it's done. If everyone's houses are bugged or what? Maybe the inconspicuous shoppers at Co-op have super hearing or something. I just know, I don't like it.

The only other thing bothering me is the people across the street and 4 houses down. They play the LOUDEST music into all hours of the morning approx 6 out of the 7 days a week. I swear they must deaf if I can hear it 4 houses away and I'm at 30% hearing loss.

It's boring here. And if it wasn't for getting a great job that I love and the 99 cent movie rentals, I might have already lost my mind.

For some reason I keep coming back even though I sometimes hate it here. I guess it's because it's still Home.

Being "Angela" Smart

I'd like to think I'm as smart as my sister who is convocating with distinction.

I didn't go to a single Sociology class and got an 88% on the final. Who does that??

People who are "Angela" smart.

Although, Angela would never not attend class or leave a semester of reading to the two days before the final. She wouldn't think that was smart. But I handled it magnificently.

I had a whole semester of sleeping in and doing whatever I wanted when I wasn't doing homework, while Angela slaved away at the computer. So maybe I'm smarter than Angela.

And maybe she's almost "Jennifer" smart.

I need a Helicopter.

If I had a helicopter, there would be so many benefits, including:

-being able to fly over and not wait in traffic
-being able to use my helicopter to swoop down and scare people I don't like
-people would think I was important
-I would probably make lots of new friends because they'd want helicopter rides
-Zeke would like a helicopter ride
-If I was being chased, I would be uncatchable
-I could get places faster
-And who would steal a helicopter, almost no one because they wouldn't know how to drive it. And when they started it up, I'd know they were stealing it, because who else has a helicopter?

So needless to say, I've started saving. It's going to be a big adjustment from a Chevy Cavalier to a Helicopter, but it'll be worth it.

A Non New Kids Concert

I just have to say it's weird to be at Credit Union Centre without seeing any "Click, Click, Click" shirts.

Angela and I attended the Montgomery Gentry concert. Very very different crowd.



No screaming soccer mom's. No Perez-type men in tight pink t-shirts. No bus stalking.

It was the "Craven crowd". Loud and rowdy. Let's get drunk and dance. Or beak the security.

It just doesn't have the same magical feeling as a New Kids on the Block concert.

And I'm still pissy that those RoadHammers broke my camera, probably from being so ugly. They are definitely no Jordan Knight.

Happy birthday Jordan Knight

Well, I have to make this a quick post, as I had too much wine out with my husband's aunt and uncle's (not really a wine drinker; now I know why - yaaaaawwwwwnnn...) so I am off to bed.

However, today is Jordan's 39th birthday. I remember when I was 12 and he was 20, that seemed like such a big age difference. But, now he is 39 and I am almost 31, so it's almost like we are the same age. So, not only is it his birthday, it is 6 months since that fateful day in the Chapters bookstore when I saw him in the flesh!! (see December posts for those details...)

http://angeandjen.blogspot.com/2008/12/jordan-our-all-time-favorite.html

It is so interesting to me that I remember his birthday, and, I also recall so vividly the one moment (10 minutes or less I'd say) we met. I mean, that is alot of power to have on another person isn't it? Do you think he wonders about the trance he puts women into? Here I am, a perfectly normal (I think) women blogging about him! I may be crazy. Or, maybe it's just the wine talking.

No Cruise For Me

So, tonight I was checking out the New Kid's twitter updates, and they have pictures from the cruise...DAMN! Why did I not spend $2000 on a ticket?! Five boy banders on a big cruise ship for four days!! Ack! I am so dumb to pass up the opportunity!

http://twitpic.com/598wc

Well, back to my snowy May long weekend in Saskatchewan, I guess.

Sorry blog readers for the delay in posting! Jen made a list of things to blog about, but we haven't gotten to it yet!

XOXO
Ange

What Jen Will Always Remember from NKOTB Concert 2

The group of male fans in female shirts. So short I could see their hairy bellies.

I couldn't help but wonder how Donnie would feel knowing this hairy bellied guy was now his "property"

I also wondered how any man could wear a pink sparkle-y "Click, Click, Click" shirt and still respect himself.

Then I thought of my favorite blogger, Perez. He would soo be wearing the heck out of that shirt! And I judged a little less harsh.

The other thing that blew my mind was the lady that got on stage. She managed to get through security effortlessly and without getting taken down. What really made me jealous was when she got to be in the middle of their circle on the way down from the top stage to backstage.

YEAH!!! She was in the middle of the NKOTB huddle!!! WTF?! How do I get that to be me???

I think that's the only thing that could ever top meeting Jordan, and that would be it.

Normal Women Will Stalk Tour Buses

Meet Tammy.
She is an educated, intelligent wife and mother of three young boys and an outstanding volunteer in her community.
And she is a bus stalker.
Like us.

In fact, when we met up with her and her two friends after the show, none of them had ANY hesitation when we suggested we stalk the buses parked outside. So, we stood there for what seemed like HOURS in the whipping spring wind to catch one look and wave from Joey McIntyre. Our photographic proof is sad:




One of these grey figures IS Joe. I swear it.
Thanks to Facebook, I see some girls got to meet Donnie before the show, right by the same buses where we froze our asses off after the concert!

I also did see a few ladies with VIP passes. I admit I felt a pang of jealously until I remembered just how much $375 US really is in Canadian dollars ... (think $450 - Yikes!)

This concludes our night of bus stalking. We then proceeded to drive to various Saskatoon hotels to find them, only to learn (thanks to Twitter) that they were in some downtown hotel the night BEFORE the concert, and were now on their way to Kelowna. Which is NOT where we were. So we called it a night.

Joey made some references to Saskatoon on Twitter - look back at the items discussing a distracting marker board that someone brought to the show; and Jon also "tweeted" about the sunset over the plains, and then some comments about ordering pizza. So, I guess that is proof they were really here, even if our stalking proved fruitless.

Screaming Women May Cause Hearing Loss

This being our second reunited New Kids concert, we were prepared for lots of screaming women, but really, Saskatoon was SO LOUD. Way louder than the Edmonton show last November. I guess Saskatchewan girls have good lungs.

Our seats were pretty good - Section D, row 1. Basically we were right across from row 25, but on a higher level. We have no videos because Mr. Security Man made a girl behind us delete her videos from her camera. So, we have just photos.

Anyway, opening act was Jabbawockeez, a dance troup. I mainly enjoyed their rendition of Beyonce's "Single Ladies", and the retro-80's songs sung by the likes of Bell Biv Devoe. Jen enjoyed the intermission. (Check out the lady in the pink tights. They were not that pink in person, trust me.)


They didn't open with "Single" like they did in Edmonton. I liked that opening better. But really, that's like saying I prefer full fat cheesecake over light cheesecake - I really love them both.




Me! With them! (Sigh...) Jonathan (I sometimes wondered if he would have rather been sitting in the audience than onstage...)
Donnie (gave lots of love to Saskatoon...and had maple leaf boxers)
Jordan (also had maple leaf boxers...and is just entirely too gorgeous for any kind of description I can come up with)
Danny and Joe
B Stage - "lalalalalala Tonight ... " This was different from their Edmonton show. At that one, the B stage didn't go up and down. Of course they walked back to the main stage on the opposite side of us!




The Money Shot ... so dreamy.
Homeboy
I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

The "Click Click Click" pose off took 3 attempts, with Jordan declared the winner!



Classic New Kids microphone pose: Alas, all good things must come to an end. Donnie is putting on a Saskatchewan Roughriders hat in the second photo!



This isn't the end of my New Kids day. But my husband and dog are feeling neglected, so coming up tomorrow: Bus Stalking 101.

Getting Our Minds (and Hair) Right

Time now to recap for you the Saskatoon version of the New Kids on the Block concert. This post details, as Donnie says, "getting our minds right."

When you are in Saskatoon and need some hootchie factor for concerts, visit Jodi in Martensville. She has a salon in her basement, a really cute daughter, and she will make you iced tea or tea, whatever you prefer. This is Jodi making us iced tea.

(Note: in Canada, iced tea has sugar in it, it's not just cold tea. I am sure that is a Canadian-ism.) Anyway, we heart Jodi. As Jen says, "Jodi doesn't just give you a good hair cut, it's like a hair strategy."

These photos are proof that the hootchie factor exists.
Before (thanks Jodi for the leopard slippers):

I was actually afraid that when I went into the Midtown mall looking like this (yikes!) that I was going to run into Jordan. Can you imagine how terrible it would be to see your favorite boy band singer while in yoga pants without makeup!!?? It strikes fear into my heart.
After:

Our brother, who went to Credit Union Centre to get his Neil Young tickets, informed us that at 5:30 (two hours before the show), there were tons of "hot girls" waiting for the New Kids. Shout out if that was you.

We had supper before the show at the Radisson Hotel. Grant took this picture of us:

Service was SUPER slow at the hotel restaurant, but we made it to the show in time.

Note the large amount of minivans that appear to be surrounding us:


Inside the arena, there appeared to be similar groups of people: 1) guys who went with a girl because they were hoping to get lucky; 2) pregnant women; 3) VERY pregnant women; 4) guys looking to get lucky but not with ladies; 5) women who brought their kids (two girls in front of us had shirts that read "I Support My Mommy's NKOTB Obsession"); 6) and girls like us, many wearing old skool New Kids shirts from back in the day.

We also saw this group of ladies, all in matching shirts. Are they good or what!!??


NEXT POST: CONCERT TIME!

Happy New Kids Eve Everyone!

Yes, I know technically the holiday today is Good Friday, probably the most sacred day for us Christians, but, I can't help but get excited for the New Kids concert tomorrow in Saskatoon. So, that makes today News Kids Eve!! YAY!!

I admit it has taken me a while to remember the thrill of meeting Jordan Knight that one November day, but I am hoping to score some facetime with my favorite boy band in Saskatoon by lurking outside Starbucks and probably Credit Union Center. I mean, the bus has to roll up there sometime right? They played last night in Winnipeg, so possibly they could even be in Saskatoon RIGHT NOW! Doesn't that fill your 12-year-old heart with glee??!!

As Donnie would say, today I am going to "get my mind right" ... you can't just go into a New Kids concert feeling dreary and depressed that the sky is grey, you gained 10 pounds and you hate your job. You have to forgot about all that and enjoy the moment. Not a bad lesson to learn from a boy band.

Happy Birthday Jennifer

On Jen's 24th birthday, it seems appropriate that I blog about the day I found out that Mom was expecting her. I was home at lunch at our little house on Bemister...an average day for a first grader. I don't recall the exact words Mom and Dad used to tell me they were having a baby, but I do recall that it was the same day I got a trophy for my participation in gymnastics that year, and I was WAY more excited about the trophy than the new sibling who would soon be arriving.

I don't really remember the day Jen was born...but, I do remember her swinging in a baby swing that probably doesn't meet today's safety codes, and I also remember when she was one week old because I thought that meant she must be soon be getting old enough to play with me...like her first birthday must be right around the corner. I was disappointed when Mom told me that 'one week' and 'one year' were very different ages for a baby.

However, she did eventually become old enough to play with me, and I'm blessed to have such a wonderful baby sister. But I kept that gymnastics trophy just in case it didn't work out.

Concert Countdown Begins...

10 days until Jordan and I are reunited...

Bad Movies

I hate bad movies.

Not only did I waste $6 renting it, I had to get my lazy butt off the couch, into a cold car, and then go into a public store filled with people whom I have to share "the hood" with.

I then had to wait in line, listen to some un-cute and un-funny guy tell me about the "powerplay" option with renting before I could pay way to much money just to drive back and walk up 3 flights of stairs.

I started watching "Lakeview Terrace" thinking "Ok, something is going to happen", "Alright something better is going to happen", "Hey, that's Karev from Grey's Anatomy and other than Samuel Jackson there's no one I recognize", "I'm an hour in, this sucks, should I shut it off, but what if something happens and it turns out good"...

Let me save you the two hours of my life, I'll never get back. Nothing good happens. It's stupid. And I have low standards on movies. I honestly don't even know what genre to classify that so called movie.

Okay the only good part was how the main character Abel is portrayed. He's an ass hole, but on the other hand he's a minority trying make the world a better place as a cop and a single father. So you kinda want to sympathize with him and for him to be the hero, but on the other hand you hate him because he's so weird, mean and condescending.

Anyway, I'm mad that now this stupid movie is taking up more of my precious time and thought processes.

Ange's Funeral

Haha! I love you Angela. I probably don't say that enough. I just figured it's implied because I constantly harass you and make you hang out with me.

I enjoyed your last blog post. I like that you don't call me immediately after you write a blog post and tell me to read it, like I do... It's a surprise when I check the blog.

Anyway, I'm glad it's not your real funeral. So many people these past few years have lost their sisters and I know I would be lost without you.

Ok, that's enough of my sappy crap.

Aren't you glad I didn't call you at midnight to tell you. That's another sign that "I care".

I have been to my funeral and I am not dead

Last night while talking to a colleague and friend of mine about our recent layoffs, she said, "Do you feel like you are at your funeral but you aren't dead?"

The answer is yes!

The weird thing about having your job cut as a "budget surprise" with no notice, no warning, no nuttin', is that your co-workers and friends come out of the woodwork saying all the wonderful things about you that they have always thought but never said.

Let me tell you - it has been good to hear. I got emails, FB messages, calls, free lunches - the works. Everyone telling me that essentially I rock. Who can argue with that logic? I imagine it is all the things people would say about me at my funeral ... "she was always smiling, she is so enthusiastic, and driven, and talented .... blah, blah, blah ... remember when she brought us cupcakes?" Y'know, those kinda sentiments.

Anyway, several job prospects are on my horizon, and that friends, is verification that while I may have been to my funeral, I certainly am not dead.

Twitter

I have no flippin' clue what this.

I don't even want to google it.

But Ange twitters. And I'm sure if I start I won't be able to stop.

So I'm not going to twitter.

And on another unrelated note, I'm also never going to own a minivan. NEVER.

Wanted: Someone who will pay me to chase boy bands. Will take any pay scale.

I am only partly kidding when I write that subject line.

My position at my job was "abolished" last week.
Yup. I lost my job. Seems harsh written in black and white doesn't it?

I am in shock. I have cried. I haven't slept. I have been sad, mad and glad all at once. I am not sure which is worse - losing your job or staying at an office where most people just did lose their job. Both sides are sucky.

Lots of changes come in life, I guess I have learned that much. And, I try to see the windows opening, not the doors closing.

Thanks to the MANY dear friends, co-workers and family who have supported me. You are what truly matters in life, this I know is true.

So, any takers on the boy band job? I am really good at it!

RIP Jen's Favorite Jeans

I don't drink very much anymore. Alcohol that is. I joined Weight Watchers and it's just too many points. Instead I drink anywhere from 3 to 4.5 L of water a day.

Saturday night I headed to the small town of Biggar, SK for a dance. I planned on having a few drinks... but not 8.

I get great ideas when I've been drinking. Well, my great idea in Biggar destroyed my favorite pair of jeans. But it serves me right for being a show-off.

I'm not graceful. I'm not flexible. I'm not stable ever. So since I've been working out, it seemed like a good idea to show off some moves... well it turns out...

I'M NOT A GYMNAST AND I CAN NOT DO THE SPLITS.

Although, I can split my pants. Luckily for me I have audience disease and no one was actually watching. "Audience disease" is where I think I have an audience and everyone in the building is admiring my skilled dance moves and hot face & body. In reality even the people I showed up with have disappeared and are now pretending they don't me, and that they certainly did not bring me.

Needless to say, I'm not going to drink again for a while. Not until I buy new pants.

Jen's Top 10

I've been copying my big sister since I was born, I'm definitely not going to stop now. Mine are in no specific order. And I think they may be surprising...

1. Buying Her Roses - Reba. I love Reba. I wanted to be Reba. I almost died trying to get to her concert. If I was a lesbian, I would have wanted to be her lover. I was an 8 year old kid with a serious obsession, I had every tape... magazine, I had everything.

2. Just to See You Smile - Tim Mcgraw. I love the instrumentation on it. It's happy and sad at the same time. And FYI, I'd never leave Tim McGraw.

3. Last Name - Carrie Underwood. I've got served a little bit too much poision, met a guy on the dance, and it got a little crazy. It's like my life. And his first name was... Trent... I think. Haha!

4. Gives You Hell - All American Rejects. I've been listening to this for a month and I'm still loving it. And It's just like yeah, I'm happy, you're still stuck in a shitty life. And so if I ran into Simon when he sees my face, I hope it gives him hell and when some girl treats him nice, she's a fool and it's just as well. Truth be told I miss you, truth be told I'M LYING! Ha

5. Permanent Marker - Taylor Swift. I love the attitude. I'm like that. So if you want
my man you better back the F#$% up. I love almost every Taylor Swift song. There is no studio version of this song, that makes me sad.

6. Tonight - Sara Evans. There was a line in this song that just rang true with me during the breakdown of my engagement. "I've held it all together, as long as I can... I don't want to go home tonight". I sang this song once at a karaoke bar. I rocked it. Notes I didn't think I ould hit and all.

7. The Joker - Steve Miller Band. It's the "Glen" in me. I enjoy almost everything from the Steve Miller Band. He's a genuis and has written a million great songs. Plus, I want to marry a space cowboy.

8.Miranda Lambert - Bring Me Down & Love Your Memory. One of my favorite artists and my favorite hairdancer. If I was famous, I'd be her.

9. She Ain't Missin' Missin' Me - Jason McCoy. This song has a raw feeling to it. I like that. I feel like when I sing it, I'm a badass. I rock out to in the car in the most embarassing way too.

10. Bop - Dan Seals. This probably deserves a post of its own, but It's been my favorite since I was 1 and it was originally released. It's all I would listen to, much to the dismay of my parents and sister.


Runners Up - Alison Krauss - Sleep On, Little Big Town - Live with the Lonesome, Julie Roberts - Wake Up Older, Rascal Flatts -Better Now

This was so hard... There are so many songs I love. This took an hour, but I think it's alright... Until I think of someone else I like...

Top Ten Tunes

Inspired by a NKOTB blog that I follow, (like that surprises you) ... I want to create my own top 10 songs that I love. If you don't know them, I suggest YouTube to check it out. Somewhat in order are as follows:

1. Fancy by Reba - any country song that tells a story is my favorite. From trash to class. Kinda tells my life story - hah!
2. And So It Goes by Billy Joel - this song made me love the piano man--the actual Piano Man, Billy Joel, plus two other guys I developed crushes on. (They shall remain nameless.) I learned it in high school swing choir.
3. November Rain by Guns 'n Roses - the classic eight minute rock song. I loved the wedding dress in the video worn by Stephanie Seymour. Jamie Hykawy and I watched this video, and all others, endlessly.
4. 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton - like I could have a top ten without Ms. Parton. This was the first song of hers that I ever heard. Grandma and Grandpa Hill had the record, and the centerfold was Dolly in a red sweater with a neon blue background.
5. Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith - I always thought Steven Tyler was sexy. From a distance kinda-way.
6. A Picture of Me Without You by Lorrie Morgan - the song that started my career at the Melfort Fair Free Stage. And Grandma Nelson likes when us girls sing it and Corey plays guitar.
7. Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison - this song just makes me happy. I don't even have brown eyes, but it doesn't matter.
8. Tonight by New Kids on the Block - okay, most NKOTB songs are too bubble-gummy to actually be good, but this one is. Always was my favorite because Jordan plays piano. (See my piano crushes on number 2. Better add Jordan to the list too.)
9. Ebony & Ivory by Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney - Stevie is incredible. McCartney a genius. Songwriters are the poets of our time. Plus, the MiniPops did a cover of this song on one of their albums. As a six-year-old, that pretty much sealed the deal for me. I loved it.
10. Broken Wing by Martina McBride - if Martina and Celine Dion were in a sing-off, Martina would kick Celine's ass. Listen to this song and tell me I'm wrong.
11. Bonus song - Sideways by Dierks Bentley. This doesn't deserve to be on the list, as it's just my favorite right now. If I still like it in 15 years, I will keep it on the list.

Other contenders for the list include Dance Little Jean by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and My Girl by the Temptations. The first reminds me of my dad, the second of my mom. I'm a sap, what can I say. Happy listening.

Families are neat. And normal-sized.

Yes, as Jen said, celebrities seem much smaller in real life. However, families are much more normal in size. Of course, no family is really normal. Just looking at my own tonight has made me realize this.

Take mine for example. My grandparents pretty much raised me, along with my parents, til I was five and they got married. Then my crazy siblings came along. I thought it was normal to be 7 and 11 years older than your sister and brother. I am just as close in age to most of my aunts. That's all fine and good until I got married. Now you add in-laws, whom I love dearly. Through that extended family, I got a father-in-law, brother-in-law, step-mom-in-law, and all her family too. Shout out to Jaime - who I learned is a faithful blog reader too! Yay! We went to high school together, and now I get to call her a step-sister-in-law. That's neat! And while I am at it, I think it's worth noting that most of mine & Grant's friends are people we've known for 15, 20 years. They might as well be "family" too.

So, when you get all that family, tossed in with a chance meeting with Jordan Knight and Paul Brandt, you can call yourself blessed. I'm blessed.

Famous People

I have been lucky enough to meet a fair number of celebrities in my life.

In the moment I freak out on the inside but now when I think back to it however, for some reason, I seem disappointed.

It's like I expect them to be giant sized and cartoon looking.

They are usually tiny and regular looking. As if they really were just a normal human...

Jennifer "Stalin" ???

I like rules. I like policy. I like detailed numbered procedures. Structure is great. Organization is wonderful. There should be nothing wrong with that. But according to my brother Corey, I'm Stalin. I'd like to think that's better than Hitler, right?

Corey is staying in the city with Dad and I this week. So I told him about a few rules I have. For example: taking your shoes off at the door and not walking through the place with them on and
my favorite - not using metal cutlery in the new wonderful non stick expensive pans

Then I told Corey that towels were in he closet and he can't use the one that says "Jennifer". Do you even need to guess which towel was in a wet mess on the floor this morning?

I'm getting irritated cleaning up after Dad, so adding Corey in has increased my stress load. He did pick his socks up after I asked him though. Dad told him If he cleaned up after himself and did what I asked, I wouldn't nag. Yeah... like Dad should talk... Those guys are two of a kind.

Last night, I gave Corey triscuits and dip. So what does the kid do?? He dumps the box of triscuits onto the coffee table!!!!! Geez. We have plates. If you asked, I would have brought you one. And triscuits make such a mess with all the little crumbs... I felt like Mom because when he was done eating I put the crackers and dip away, then cleaned up his mess.

Anyways, I also instructed Corey not to write on my white erase board, he can't use the square cups, only the round ones and that he couldn't eat anything without asking in case it might be for a meal. Okay, so that maybe a little crazy, however, I did give him ideas for snacking and things he could eat without asking. It's just I don't want to go to the grocery store to buy more because he's ate it. It's cold and I'm poor.

I probably shouldn't worry anyway, it's mostly vegetables. I doubt he eats those. I think he had to leave the house today because I don't have highly processed foods in the house or sugary juices or soda drinks. He's going to go through major pizza pop withdrawal, I can see that now.

Other than Corey breaking my rules and cleaning up after him, I have to say, I've enjoyed hanging out. We played Wii, watched tv and had a blast just laughing. And as much as Dad is enjoying us, I think it's a little weird for him to have us both here... and asking for money! Haha.

Celebrity Look A Likes

Okay, so it's past 2:30am. I'm getting ready to head to TCU place for Telemiracle. I'm a Nipawin Kinette and have volunteered to answer phones! So I'm trying to keep myself awake right now.

I stumbled across TMZ's Celeb Look a Likes. It's hilarious. The best thing since the "Pearl" Videos with Will Ferrell. So this is what I've learned:

• Almost 20% of girls think they look like Angelina Jolie. NONE actually do.
• If you're bald you must look like Bruce Willis
• You don't have to be African to think you look like an African celebrity, but it would probably help
• Being shirtless doesn't equal Matt McConaughey
• Skanks look like Brooke Hogan or Kim Kardashian, who woulda guessed??
• Haha! Resembling octo-mom. You should definitely not be proud of that. And she's not even a celebrity
• Being Blonde doesn't make you Carrie Underwood, having curly hair doesn't change you face and make you look like Taylor Swift, just like being Spanish doesn't make you look ANYTHING like Eva Longoria
• More Angelina wannabes... you have to be kidding me...
• Bodybuilder's don't generally look like PlayBoy bunnies. Nice Try.
• Put Amy Winehouse's hair on anyone and it looks like Amy Winehouse, that's not a look a like contest, its more like a halloween costume
• Breast Implants don't change your face. So yeah, okay your boobs could like Victoria Beckham's but nothing else does.
• You had to have looked at this photo before you sent it in. Look at it and say if I saw this person on the street, would I think it was "celeb's name"? NO!

I cover up the name and try to guess the celeb by the look-a-likes face, I'm about 25/212.
That was fun. And it kept me awake.

Editing only has one 't'

Okay, I couldn't resist pointing out that Jen spelled editing with two 't's instead of one. See? She really does need a proofreader! Not that I mind. But I kinda have my own school work to do.

Until April 9th.

That is the day I write my last final exam. That is a day I have been looking forward to since 2005. Possibly longer if you consider the first university class I ever took was in 1999.

As of June 11, 2009, not only will I add another year to my age, but I will add a Bachelor of Professional Arts degree too.

Maybe then I can go back to being Jen's proofreader.

Jennifer's Want Ad

WANTED: Smart Friend.

• Must be able to read and write.
• Excellent proofreading and editting skills are necessary.
• Current friends need not apply.

Please contact Jennifer at
angela doesn't want to proofread anymore @ jen needs a proofreader . com

D.B. + J.H. = True Love Forever

Angela and I were fortunate enough to receive tickets to the Brad Paisley concert in Regina last week. We've both seen Brad and his opening act Dierks Bentley, but not from the fifth row and not for free, so we were excited.

Dierks took the stage after Crystal Shawanda a shameless hair dancer. He looked great. Ange and I stood pretty much the whole concert. We danced and sang a little too. Dierks put on a great show. And I fell in love.

During "Every Mile A Memory", Dierks looked directly at me. I had been singing and pointing. He pointed at me, and we locked eyes. He had the most beautiful blue eyes ever.

We continued singing together "From some old movie going back in time you and me, Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound".

Then he slowly moved across the stage and away from me as my heart broke. I turned to my camera and then to Ange to see if either had witnessed what had just happened. I needed to know I wasn't crazy.

I totally eye f@#$%d Deirks Bently. Ange was there. It really happened.

That was my "Jordan Knight moment".

What I Learned From Home Videos

Angela recently had our home movies put onto DVD's. They have been hilarious and very educational. Here's what I learned:

• I am a blonde and should never try red/burgundy, black, or splotchy hair
• Pleather pants are never ok
• You always grow into the person you are supposed to be. The Director who has a plan and needs you to "stay in the corner" or The Star who is just happy to have some attention
• No matter how much you hate your baby brother he's adorable and you're lucky to have him
• Some of the best times happen when you don't even know it
• Take video of your Grandparents, because once they die, it's nice to remember them
• Take video of babies, because when they grow up, it's hard to remember them being cute and little
• Skateboarding isn't exciting in 1992 and still hasn't gotten any better in 2002
• If you want to try out for American Idol, videotape yourself first and make sure you have talent. Luckily Angela and I do.
• It's ok to be a little humiliated, you were young and didn't know better
• You have to come to terms with the wrinkles and pounds you have gained since being taped
• We were all stupid giggly girls once, so let's not be haters anymore
• The 90's were awesome filled with Smurfs and New Kids

It's been wonderful to go back in time and hear the laughs of kids who have grown up or people who have passed away. I'm so blessed to have had such a wonderful childhood and a little less blessed that it's now going to follow me forever! Haha!! Jen

I Love Conquering Temptation more than Chocolate

I went to Wal Mart today, grabbed a cart and on the inside advertisment of the cart was 2 McDonald's strawberry pies staring at me.

The whole time I was in wal Mart, I'd look into my cart and see them. I figured when I was done, I'd re evaluate if I actually wanted one, since I do have enough points. (For those of you not aware, I joined weight watchers and have already lost 10.2lbs in 4 weeks!! I'm a rockstar heh?)

As I was finishing shopping I wanted to get some Crystal Light singles, guess what aisle there are in?? The one with the gummy bears, gum balls, licorice, and chocolate bars. Lots and lots of chocolate bars and boxes of chocolates.

This is an old Walmart, so the aisles are small and can't really fit 2 carts side by side and as I am making my escape, there is a traffic jam that lands me infront of the chocolate for a good two minutes, I probably was staring and drueling. And people were probably staring at me.

Finally I emerged from the aisle feeling like a tortured prisoner and having to pee so bad from my increased water drinking, I was actually crossing my legs.

So I made it to the express checkout after getting rammed by an old lady in her scooter. I put my yoga mat, weights, and shape magazine on the checkout, paid and left.

Without chocolate and without fatty little pies.

Sorry Blog!

Dear Blog,

Please try and understand that I have neglected classes to workout and have fun and now I have midterms.

As much as I would love to write, I need to read 6 weeks worth of text in 2 days.

Don't be jealous of my Wii. It's starting to get old and doesn't give me the painful workout I desire.

I will try and post once a week from now on. I'll even find new stickers to put on the calendar for when I do. If it can make me exercise, I'm sure it can me write a blog entry.

Love, Jennifer

Bad, bad bloggers

Because my job is super cool, I learned at a seminar at work the other day all about blogging. Turns out a 'best practice' is to actually blog all the time. Say, more than once a week. So when I realized we hadn't even posted something in February, I was a little disappointed in myself. Of course, I have a co-blogger, but I think she is cheating on the blog with her Wii.
The blog wanted me to tell her this:

"Dear Jen,
I thought you were happy to have me in your life.
I don't understand why you always post on Facebook and play your Wii, but you never take the time to write on me.
I don't know what I did wrong.
I hope you aren't mad.
Maybe you can give me a second chance.
Love, Ange-and-Jen-Have-A-Blog ..."