Getting better....

I just got the word that Grandma is doing better.  She did have a minor stroke but is now back to being awake and alert, so thank you Lord for that.  My dad said that she should be released in a couple of days so she can get back to home to her babies (the kitty cats).  Whew! 

I have some other stuff to tell you guys, like how I accidentally ate a bad potato (what is UP with potatoes these days, man?) and something else that I can't exactly remember at the time being but will inevitably pop back into my head while I'm driving and nowhere near a computer (it totally happens to you too right?).  But it'll have to wait a bit, because I can't talk right now because I have to finish packing up this destruction of a room I'm in.  Why am I packing?  Because I'm moving tomorrow.  Did I not tell you that?  Wow, okay yeah, we definitely have some stuff to talk about.  For now, I'm going to go down a handful of ibuprofen (cuz this headache is RAGING yo) and then it's pack city.  But we'll talk later.  Promise.

Jenny out.

***OH WAIT!!!! I remember what the other thing was!  But I'm not telling you now because I am all about anticipation and suspense and DRAMA!  Do you want a hint though?  I'll give you a hint.  It's about a movie star.  And that I saw him.  Up close and personal.  From about 15 feet away.  Chew on THAT for a bit why don't ya?  (Also, it wasn't Brad Pitt so you can calm down. Nor was it Clooney so we can just ahead and make our peace with that disappointment now.)  Ugh, ok, my head is pissed.  Gotta got get that ibuprofen now.  Later.***

EDIT: I am fully aware that Brad Pitt is looking especially goat-like these days, and honestly he's never really rocked my world anyway, even in the Thelma & Louise days, but it was the first name that popped in my head.  I just though we should clear that up.  Thank you for your time.

Not good....

My grandma on my dad's side has been in and out of the hospital lately, most recently from a rough bout of pneumonia I believe.  I'm not sure all of the details, but she was released on Monday.  Apparently, she was staying at a friend's house for whatever reason, and as of this evening, she was rushed back to the hospital because she became unresponsive.  She was getting a brain scan tonight I think so as of now it's just a waiting game to hear what's going on.

She lives in Ohio while I grew up in the South.  And although we don't see each other often, we are extremely close.  I know she's been sick, but to hear it be this serious pretty much freaks me out.  If you don't mind, would you say some prayers for my Grandma tonight?  I'm not ready to bear with the thought that she might not be with us much longer, so I'm praying hard for her to come out of this one ok.

Soooo.  Guess what I got to do yesterday?

Want a hint?

And that, my friends, would be SNOW!!!  Holla!

As of Monday night, the local weather guys were preaching snow for Tuesday, while all the non-weather guy people, who are familiar with their track record, were all "mmm hmm, sure dude, whatever you say."  And don't you know my sweet mom came in to wake me up at 8 am to tell me to go look out the window. 

Whaaaat?!  Y'all, this is central Texas I'm talking about here.  This?  Does not happen.  Or at least I've never seen it.  I grew up in southeast Louisiana where any "snow" that happened to fall usually melted before it hit the ground.  Since I've been in Texas, I've seen nothing but a couple of major ice storms, but none of this real snow.  This stuff was sticking yo.

Apparently, at the sight of snow, I immediately turn into a 5 year old.  This is fact.  Although I am at least a very mature 5 year old who knows the importance of dressing sensibly before running out in the backyard yelling SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!  I just thought that would be worth mentioning.  You guys, the flakes that were coming down were enormous!  I had no idea snowflakes honestly got that big.  It was like little snow hamsters falling out of the sky or something.  I'll let that visual sink in for a minute.

Related:  So it has pretty much always (for like a year) been my dream to get a white puffer jacket with a (faux) fur lined hood so I could pretend I was a snow princess while feeding an apple to a deer in the snowy mountains. Well, guess what I found at Ross for like $20?  Oh yes I did.  So of course, it was a snow princess day, although technically, I was supposed to have long hair , but I figured since I didn't have the deer, apple, or mountains, I could let the hair thing go. (Unrelated:  Also, I forgot to tell you last week, that I just cut all my hair off.  Seriously, like 6 inches or something.  It's madness down here I tell you!) Anyway, moving on...

This was the first time Gracie girl has seen real snow too.  Her first impression?:

She's a lady.  And was completely freaked out by all the cold stuff landing on her head.  Though with all that fur, I don't really think she knew it was cold.  All she knew was it was on here and please to make it stop.  Once she realized that whatever this stuff was got us all out in the yard (PLAY!), then she was just fine.  Oh man, and once the ball came outside too...forget it.  She was golden.

None of this winter wonderland business lasted of course.  It was back up to the upper 40's toady, so driving through the neighborhood today was like witnessing the March of the Dying Snowmen.  Seemed every yard had a melty, uneven, sad little man fading back into the mildness of a southern winter.  Hey, it happens.

So until the next snow day that I get to witness, enjoy some pics....

Whoa....

You guys.  I'm telling you this much:  You know how to make a girl's day.

I would like to offer a heartfelt welcome and thank you to all the new friends who have made their way over here in the past few days!  Mucho thanks to Kathryn over at From the Inside...Out and JD over at I Do Things So You Don't Have To for working some major P.R. for this little blog.  And secret P.R. at that.  You ladies are like blogging ninjas.  You could probably kill me with one keystroke with both hands tied behind your back right?

Man, this is exciting!  I feel so validated.  I mean, I'm not the only one who hates Coldplay?!  Who knew?!  It makes me happy to know that I've made you smile, so I hope you'll stick around for a bit.  I'll do my best to keep you entertained.

Here.  Have a cupcake as my thank you!

Annoyance #2398

Can someone PLEASE tell me why the cable channels think it's a good idea to play the same movie back to back, especially when said movie is not something awesome like Bring It On?  I really need to know.

Thanks.

Big Pimpin'....

Attention Internet!  Your vote is needed! 

Yes, I'm totally pimping my dog child out. :) Gracie's up for cutest pet ever in the whole world. It would mean alot to her if you'd vote for her. I think it'll be really good for her self-esteem if she wins, since she's really self-conscious abou the extra 30 lbs of fur she's put on since she's been groomed last. She's really starting to resemble a swiffer duster. But don't tell her I said that. :)


Feel free to send it out to everybody you know who will agree that she is a TEN! I guess that would be a 70 in dog years right?

To vote, click here.  No email address or registration or anything is needed.  Just a vote. :)
Thanks mucho!

"You're talking about my furnkles aren't you? It is not my fault my legs have disappeared entirely into the fur.  Hmph."

Klassy with a capital K....

I love music. LOVE it. LUV it. LUB it. LURVE it.  However, you want to LOLspeak, bottom line: Me + Music = Everlasting Happiness, forever and ever, till death do us part, amen.  Though I will pretty much listen to whatever music you put on (except Coldplay!  I hate Coldplay! Turn it off!), if I'm picking the tunes, I rarely listen to what I guess would be considered "grown up" music.  You know, stuff like the "classics," such as...well....um....okay honestly I can't even think of who I'm talking about, because that's just not usually the preset that I stop on while I'm scanning in the car.

No, I prefer the really deep profound stuff that makes you think.  The lyrics that really touch that part of your soul that felt all alone and now somehow comes to life with the realization that someone, somewhere, undertsands or something. Stuff like Miley Cyrus: "Cause all I see are stilettos, I guess I didn't get the memo."  Wow right?  Because I did not get the memo either and, it is, in fact, a party in the USA.

But I'm not here to talk about Miley.  I want to talk about new girl on the scene who is tearing it up or breaking it down or moving to the left, to the left, or whatever.  You know I'm talking about Kesha Ke$ha.  I have questions regarding Ke$ha and her songwriting team.  Let's discuss shall we?

Disclaimer:  I do not expect you to watch this video in its entirety.  In fact, I suggest you don't.  Because it is 3 minutes seconds of your life that you will never get back and honestly, I just don't think I can carry that on my conscience.  I can summarize it really quick for you:  She wakes up in a bathtub with one shoe on and then parties alot and then falls asleep in another tub with a different shoe on.  Klassy. The End. I only include the video in case you weren't entirely sure what song I was talking about and needed a listen.  And then you would be like OMG I LOVE THIS SONG and then we'd become BFF immediately because I KNOW RIGHT?!

Observe:



So what I want to know first is was there some sort of artistic statement being made about the bathtubs?  Such that she spends an awful lot of time in the bathtub, yet it is never for the tub's intended purpose?  Because clearly girlfriend is no stranger to odor.  It appears that she is, however, a stranger to soap.  Irony perhaps?  See how Ke$ha has us thinking?

And what about the whole typefont rebellion?  Using a $ instead of an S in her name!  Have you ever heard such madness?! No one can conform you to society, Ke$ha!  You will NOT be boxed in!  Also, please note that going forward, I will be known as Jenn!fer, as I, too, am a rebel.

Like her predecessor, Miley, Ke$ha is a lyrical trailblazer.  They are so advanced and beyond the scope of my limited reasonings, that I don't even know what the heck the girl is talking about.  For example:  "The dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger, but we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger."

Mick Jagger?  Really?

So what you're saying to me is that when this dude rolls up:

And is all "'Sup boo?"  You're going to be like "Kick him to the curb!"  Whereas, I'm all "Call me!"

Let me make sure I'm understanding this correctly:

         Yes.                                                                              No.

See how she boggles the mind?