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Thursday, July 28, 2005Echo Echo Echo
Today I cried with the full force of life. I can't remember the last time I've cried so hard, or have been so emotional. I wasn't expecting it, but then, there it was. The cold walls, the emptiness of the room started the consume me ~ it started eating away at my heart. I could feel myself melt into the arms of my friend who allowed me to cry. And this is only the beginning.
My office is no longer my own. I'm shacked up in someone else's office for a week before I truly go "office-less." It hit me that the reality of my move is just around the corner. BOOM. It hits me again. And again. And again.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005Birthday Song
Album: License to Chill
Song: Trip Around The Sun
(Jimmy Buffett): Hear 'em singing 'Happy Birthday'
Better think about the wish I make
This year gone by been a piece of cake
(Martina McBride): Every day's a revolution
Pull it together and it comes undone
Just one more candle and a trip around the sun
Chorus (Both): I'm just hanging on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of our control
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this living
It's that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go
(Martina McBride): Though you never see it coming
Always wind up wondering where it went
(Jimmy Buffett): Only time will tell if it was time well spent
It's another revelation
(Martina McBride): Celebrating what I should have done
With these souvenirs from my trip around the sun
Chorus (Both): I'm just hanging on while this whole world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this living
It's that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go
(Jimmy Buffett): Yes, I'll make a resolution
(Martina McBride): That I'll never make another one
(Both): Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun
Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun
(Jimmy Buffett): Just enjoy this ride until it's done
My birthday buddy, Denise, and me in my bling bling.
This was my birthday cake. My "birthday buddy" at work had her mom get the cake - and apparently, her mom thought this was my going away party... so she had them write "Good Luck Jessica." My birthday buddy apologized profusely for the mix-up - I thought it just made the day that much better. ...You know, something to smile about...
Today I turn 27 years old.
Turning 27 means officially crossing over into the LATE twenties. No longer can I say that I'm in my mid-twenties; no, no. I am in my LATE twenties. It's not so bad - I mean, not that I have a choice... Perhaps it is reasonable now to legitimately say, "I'm twenty-something."
Taking a moment to reflect, I have a good life. I have wonderful family and friends who are a constant reminder of why Life is worth living. I've come a long way in my short time on this Earth and am grateful for all that I have accomplished, all that I am, and all that lay before me. Happy Birthday to me; the official "twenty-something year-old (normal) girl."
Monday, July 25, 2005
Over the weekend, Blair and I went to San Francisco for a friends' wedding. The ceremony was beautiful and the bride and groom looked gorgeous (of course). Blair and I didn't look so bad either - but then again, who doesn't look good at weddings? Anyway, the church and the ceremony were really nice and I couldn't have been happier for my college friend/sorority sister.
The reception started at five o'clock that afternoon. It was a hot, muggy day in San Francisco (very untypical) so it didn't take us long to take full advantage of the open bar. And advantage we took. :)
During dinner, we were seated at a table with other young couples - some of whom I had gone to college with. Everyone got along really well and we were having a great time. The conversation was lively, the company was enjoyable, and things were going along really well. I even got my boy to get up and dance with me - something that I thought was going to take a lot more coaxing and a bit more alcohol. It turns out he can be a pretty good dancer! Who knew?!
So there we are, having a GREAT time as the night progressed. We were dancing our asses off, laughing, drinking, and enjoying all that a wedding has to celebrate - life, love, friends and family. But, of course, no wedding can be complete without someone making a scene. This time, it turned out to be me.
It was about 10:30pm or so when I got up to go the bathroom. As I was washing my hands in the sink, I noticed that there were bug-bite looking marks on my neck. There happened to be a cluster of about six of them. I also noticed that there were a couple on my forearm. I was sweating bullets, so I figured some fresh air might do me some good. I went outside, where Blair happened to be, and I showed him my strange bites. He told me that it looked like there were more than just six on my neck - more like ten. I looked down again at my arm and found two more "bites" which were really starting to itch. My skin was turning red and blotchy. A few other wedding guests had made their way outside and were noticing my strange skin condition. It was ugly. And it was getting worse.
The girlfriend of the bride's brother was out there and she suggested going to the hotel store to buy some anti-histamin. Not EVER having an allergy or developing any type of skin condition like this, I was really nervous about the whole thing. Blair was three sheets to the wind by this time and I didn't know what to do. We bought some medicine as well as some anti-itch cream and put it on right there in the lobby of the hotel. I looked like a disaster and it continued to only get worse.
Soon, one of my sorority sisters and another bridesmaid showed up and were telling me about a heat rash that they had both either had or had seen. We all agreed that was what I was having - a heat rash attack. Blair wasn't so sure - he wanted to call an ambulance or go to the Emergency Room... which probably would have been a good idea, but I looked so bad I really didn't want any more people to see me in my awful state. So, we decided to head back to where we were staying.
I didn't get a chance to say "good-bye" to the bride and groom - we just took off. In the car we cranked up the air conditioning and rolled down the windows. I figured the best way to cool down was to freeze my ass off. Wearing a tank top - that didn't take too long. During the drive, we stopped at a McDonald's where I could splash some more water on my face and where Blair could get rid of some of his alcohol. You know a man loves you when he will make himself throw up to help you when you look like an ogre with lepracy. He's just that good.
By the time we got back to the house, my blotches were looking "better." We both went to bed and the next morning they were gone. My spots had vanished. My skin was back to its normal pastey-white color and all the blotches had cleared up. As quickly as it had come, I was surprised to see it was gone by morning. Not that I'm complaining - I'm glad I no longer look like a freak. (Shut it to those of you who are making a snide comment right now. I said SHUT IT.)
Today, the bride called me from her honeymoon to ask if I was okay. Aside from being really embarrassed, I'm fine. I apologized profusely for leaving without saying "good-bye" but it still doesn't seem like enough. This was probably one of the best weddings I've ever been to and I had to leave early because of stupid skin condition. She was so incredibly understanding - I guess my spots had created quite a little buzz after we left. I hate calling attention to myself in moments like these - especially when it's someone else's day. But she's a good friend who just wanted to check up on me and I'm so appreciative.
So, here's to the newlyweds Andrea and Kevin Soto. Thanks for your friendship and love. I know you will have a beautiful life together ~ and I'm just so glad I could add a memorable story to your day! Cheers!
Similar to what I had...
Today - and the rest of the week - I have to move out of my office. Even though I will still work here for three more weeks, we have already hired a new person and the office space is limited. Therefore, I will be "office-less" for the rest of my time here. Or I'll be utilizing others' offices while they are on vacation. Fun, fun.
I came into work today, armed with my camera. I've taken no less than two dozen photos - just to remember how pretty my office was. I'm a nostalgic person so having these photos will remind me of how good my time here was.
I've cried a few dozen tears, too. It was exactly five years ago, tomorrow (my birthday), that I moved into this office. It's been my "home" and my "space" while working here and I am sad to be leaving it.
I know this is a ridiculous thing to get so emotional over. Who cries over an office? Well, I do. I guess the reality of my move is really starting to set in - and I'm just not ready for this chapter of my life to be over yet. It's been a great run here...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005Best E-mail
Last Friday I wrote a post on random things that I was thinking. I was lucky enough to leave work early that day - a whopping five minutes early, BUT STILL. In those last five minutes, I got the best e-mail from a very special person... It said something along the lines of my post - having "I'm thinking" at the beginning of each sentence. But the best part of it was when I read, "I'm thinking I love you." And that was obviously after reading my lame post. What a wonderful thing to say. (And now I read it every day.)
It's sort of like when you wake up in the morning, sleep still in your eyes, your hair all matted against your face, imprints from the sheets making zig-zag shapes on your cheeks, and that loved one turns to you and says, "good morning beautiful" (and he means it). Yeah - kind of like that.
(I'm thinking I love you too.)
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
How I celebrated my 26th birthday
My 27th birthday is in exactly two weeks from today. Last year was pretty special - I decided to "treat" myself by leaping out of a perfectly good airplane at 13,000 feet. It was AWESOME. But now, it's time to once again think about how I want to celebrate my life... And I have no clue as to what I want to do or how to make it memorable.
So if anyone out there has any suggestions, I'm all ears...
Monday, July 11, 2005Paint By Number
Want to know how to make my head spin? ...Well, sure, there are a lot of different ways... BUT RECENTLY, I was told that my new place in Cambridge could have painted walls in my kitchen.
HEAD... IS... SPINNING...
Painted walls? Really? All I have to do is go to a website, pick a color and *presto* painted walls? It's that easy? ...WOW...
HEAD... IS... SPINNING...
So I've now involved all the women in my office and the guy down the hall with my paint color dilemma. Do I go with the navy blue color they have in the "show unit" - which looks fabulous? Or do I try to match the color with my soon-to-be rented furniture? Then again, I should think about the "mood" the color will convey. AHHH, so many things to think about! So many colorful decisions!
And to top it all off, I'm trying to figure this whole thing out via computer and telephone calls. I swear, I'm half expecting to move into a dumpy shack by the side of a "pond" with limegreen walls and orange shag carpet. ..But at least I'll have a place to live..
Friday, July 08, 2005...I'm Thinking...
I'm thinking that it has been a long couple of weeks.
I'm thinking that I'm glad it's Friday and I can relax over the weekend.
I'm thinking that people who have never seen fire engines are weird.
I'm thinking that freeway rescue crews on the East Coast put up big "screens" or "curtains" around traffic accidents to avoid looky-lou people.. why can't we do that here?
I'm thinking that the blinking light on my phone, at work, indicating that I have messages - when I really DON'T - is starting to annoy me.
I'm thinking that I need to pick a paint color for my new kitchen in Boston.
I'm thinking that I should really paint my toe nails.
I'm thinking that I've had a lot of water today and I'll have to pee again soon.
I'm thinking that I should really do some laundry.
I'm thinking that I did a FANTASTIC job at running the show at work today. Yay for me.
I'm thinking that I don't say "Yay for me" often enough.
I'm thinking that I really need to write that post about Zak - like I promised last October.
I'm thinking that I need to put some new photos up on this site.
I'm thinking that I love the ugly hot pink fuzzy pen with lips at the end is hideous - and that I'm so happy Denise gave it to me as a funny early-birthday gift. It's sitting in front of me right now.
I'm thinking I'm really going to miss my pretty office - even if I do have ugly pens.
I'm thinking that I should finish reading my book.
Uh oh - I'm thinking that I should really go pee...
Friday, July 01, 2005
Welcome sunny days.
Welcome sunshine rays.
The month I was born.
Welcome lazy day.
Welcome outside play.
Flowers tickle my nose.
Grass tickles my toes.
"This office needs more fans!"
July 4th *CELEBRATION*
An independence declaration.