Friday, January 2, 2009

All Around the World and I... I... I...

I took a diet pill this morning because of my weirdo sleeping schedule the last few days (sometime diet pills will help me get back on track!)... but it's made me a bit space-cadet-y this morning, so I need to blog out some stuff in my head.


Clay mentioned recently that he has been going through a season of KYMS syndrome. Clearly, I need to get this. STAT.


I am completely addicted to find out where and who is reading my blog. Not in a I-think-you're-nosy-way but a I-want-to-meet-you-and-bake-you-cookies-or-hang-out kind of way. Cities that have popped up where I know no one are:

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Livingston, Louisiana
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
New Braunfels, Texas
Little Rock, Arkansas
London, England UK

I totally want to meet you. Can I come visit? Delta loves me. Thanks!


I'm starting to HATE my phones -- both of them -- and I'm not really sure why. I find myself getting really short or just cold hanging up on people if they call me and are multi-tasking. I'm especially starting to loathe voicemails, although I don't know why. I really hate when I have the voicemail icon on my phones. It's annoying. I don't like answering the phone anymore, although I love texts. When people call one phone then immediately call the other phone, I ignore it.

I need to get over my phone whateverthisis.

and quick.


Things you learn as you get older:

Dear Jenn,

I have been your body for 30 years. I have let you fill me with all manner of junk and other than not gifting you flat abs, have been fairly unresistant. Yes, I remember the Senior Year of cookies and cokes. And the college year of Steak-and-Shake. You get the point.

But you are 30 now. This game is over. If you put crap in me, I will make you feel like crap. If you don't take care of yourself, I will ruin your day, make you sick, cause you to be all manner of grumpy, and force you to do things you never anticipated doing. I will also guilt you about being sick at work because of New Guy. (I have that kind of power, mwah ha ha ha ha.) I'm reminding you that I have the power to do the following: hemorroids, high blood pressure, dizziness, persistent nausea, vomiting, hair loss -- and that's to name a few. Also, you need to get a regular bed time. Thankyouverymuch.

I'm being kind, but don't tempt me little girl. Get healthy. Stop eating Chex Mix. And milk,... for the love of all things non-lactose, please stop buying milk. You know you need Soy. And WATER. This is not a test, or a warning. This is a promise.

Do it or else.
Your Body.



Holly said...

I'm a text-er too. I HATE and LOATHE voicemails. Sometimes it takes me 3 or 4 days to just get around to listening to them. So, if it's important... send me a text :-)


Michelle said...

I LOVE your letter from your body. A lesson I'm learning all too well at 25. This is my year- so I'm getting way back on track and making up for YEARS of poor body treatment. :) We should team up!


P.S. I look forward to your blog more than almost anyone else's! :)

Darcie said...

Little Rock, AR - That's me!
I honestly don't remember how I found your blog, so obviously I've been lurking awhile.
I enjoy your randomness and I've often caught myself thinking "me too!" after reading a lot of your stuff (i.e., the phone hatred). And your taste in music is delightful.