Well, I have to say that I never thought a cold would be so rewarding. $16 and I’m here for another week because my ears are clogged and I don’t want to blow my eardrums on an airplane.

I worry about my dog and cat not getting the attention I normally give them. When I was here last time for nearly 3 weeks, when I got home they were on me like white on rice. Poor things. On the other hand, going home for a dog and cat seems silly when they have food and water and a roof over their heads…. I hope. Alright, I’m not gonna worry about it!

By the way, Zicam DOES work like it says. This cold was horrible bad, and normally I get horrible bad colds for atleast a month. This one barely lasted a week. It tastes aweful, though. Like ….. ugh…. horrible cherry cough syrup x 1000.

Sick Again

Well, my weekend with Keith went as perfect as can be. My brother didn’t stick around and we visited with his woodworking friend and had a great time. Infact it was so nice I decided to surprise him and come back with him to his place. I surprised him with my plane plans on monday and immediately got a sore throat, of course. It dwindled by tuesday and since our flight was in the evening I didn’t cancel my plans. The landing against some really harsh wind wasn’t something I enjoyed, with the plane rocking this way and that, and bouncing and dipping like mad and that’s when I noticed how blocked up my ears and sinuses were. It was painful, actually. I survived it and we landed abruptly, thank goodness.

We got back to Keith’s and I realized just how horrible I was feeling once I’d calmed down. My throat started getting that funny film that won’t go away when you clear it and I just knew what was coming. Keith was an angel about it, brought me a big comfy comforter and snuggled me in with tea, a movie, and some meds. Lets hope this cold is short, or this coming weekend with his kids here is going to be interesting. What do you tell and 12 & 13 yr old when you have no energy and they want to play? “Don’t mind me, I’m just part of the sofa now. Try not to sit on me.” Nyquilville here I come.

There’s one thing about this that impresses me, my luck is rather consistant.

My Honey…

…arrives today!

My brother has been shown the door for the length of Keithy’s visit, thank goodness. He’s a little too excited about Keith and that’s just wierd to me. He considers Keith a fellow “farmer” because he has extra land and likes to keep him in the garage BSing. Not that I have a problem with my family getting along with my honey, but …. he needs to keep his old lady lovin’ tushy away from my cootie-free sweetie.

So, because I’m in such a good mood I thought I’d share a laugh for keyword analysis I got from my blog.

The last people to click were looking for:

horney neighbor
horney bunnies
happy bunny pic
get me off nasty ecards
happy bunny papers
no lub needed
what’s wrong with lavalife

I have to say how “horney neighbor” or “horney bunnies” got in the mix is beyond me. If there are either of those around I surely haven’t blogged about it. Funny stuff, though!

Little American Flower

When I moved back to Blahsvillage and started doing the grocery shopping for my parents I had no idea just how uncomfortable being at the grocery store could get. I really love grocery shopping, it’s a time to be by myself and think or not think at all.

Well, I went pretty frequently because I usually just got a few things to make whatever meal was going to be that night and the next and nothing more. It’s then that I noticed, after a few times, that there was one particular grocery guy that went out of his way to say hello to me and ask me how I was doing. I thought nothing of it, figured he was just nice to everyone, and went about my business… until one day I noticed the look on another lady’s face. She was trying her best to hide a smile and a little laugh. When I said my usual, “Fine, thank you.” she turned to me and said, “Could he be more obvious?” and I just shrugged, smiled, and rolled my eyes like I got that all the time. But now my eyes were open to it and I was sensitive to his attention.

One particular night I was on my cell phone as I walked in, talking to Keithy, and grocery guy literally ran over to me to give me a cart. In his broken english he asked me something and I didn’t quite hear him, so I turned to ask him what he said, and he did his usual, “How are you?” and I said my usual, “Fine, thank you.” and added a “You?” to be polite. He answered and then I nodded uncomfortably under his scrutiny and then went about my business. Keith says, “Who was that?” and I said, “I donno, some grocery guy. He’s always so… in my face.” He says, “OOoOooo… you have a boooyfriend. What’s his name?” I said, “I donno, bully.” and laughed. Keith said, “I bet he thinks of you as his little American flower. Sooo precious.” and I laughed and we kept talking.

I then started to try and avoid his gaze, he checks people out very close to the exit so he’s hard to avoid. Like,… oh.. this reciept is sooo interesting. Hmm…I should study it! But after a few times of that, he started calling out to me. Contrary to how I must come off here, I can be pretty shy and it’s embarrassing to me when someone is so forward. When ever my mom joins me even SHE notices his extra attention.

Well, one night it was out of control to the point it felt like he was stalking me. As I walked through the store he seemed to be where ever I was going. It could have been I was super sensitive to him because of all the unwanted attention, but I highly doubt that was it. I started to dread going to the store and whenever I would see him I would make it a point to not make eye contact even if he called out to say hello.

So during my brother Van’s wedding, one evening pretty late, I took my brother Keith and his wife to the store to get some things and as we were checking out I was telling my brother about how this guy always makes me so uncomfortable. My brother was all about being protective and we looked but he didn’t seem to be there. Just as we’re finishing checking out I spot him walking up to his register and I make sure my brother and his wife know who he is. So my brother the “quick thinker” says as we pass “Jen, did you get those genital warts* all medicated?” and my face turns red because not only does the grocery guy turn and look, but so do like 10 other people who happen to be in the general area. I started laughing and couldn’t think of a response. This is when my sister-in-law Michelle decides to pipe up. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, we’re family.” We walked out without my being able to think of any kind of response, and since that day I have not heard a single hello from grocery guy. Not a one.

Of course the grocery people likely want to wear rubber gloves when they’re around me now, but I’ve not had a problem with the grocery guy ever since.

** I do not have any STDs, thankyouverymuch.


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Dream on losers. I will not sell out my blog so that when I get visitors they have to put up with blinking insurance, Disney, Warner Brother’s, and Computax ads. No one cares if they can get a deal on visiting the magic kingdom when they read about my fugly “sister”-in-law. This will never happen so you can take your fake email and shove it where the sun don’t shine.

Thanks for the laugh, though.

Happy New Year!

Well my friends, this year has been an interesting one.

Hopefully this year will be much better. It’s starting out well atleast with this email from the retardo ex, Colin. Shaded purple for happiness and for his gayness.

Did you not get my voice message on your phone?

We are divorced.

I can get you a certifacate Jan 14th is officially when the divorce takes effect. Don’t ask me why its just the way they do things. I will get one then and mail it to you so you have proof. congrats!

Hope everything continues to go well for you in the upcomming year.


I sent back something along the lines of, “Sorry I didn’t get the message, I’m not at home. Spending the holidays with my boyfriend. Woohoo! This is like the divorce heard ’round the world! So much celebrating to do!” Then something like, “Hope your new year is as good as mine is gonna be now.”

Yeah, I know… I’m a b*tch… but being mean to him feels too dern good.

Anyway, I hope everyone is having a great new year! I spent mine with my Keithy and his kids… how did everyone else spend it?