Author Archives: Jen
Prayer Request
OK… I’m currently in Vegas and having some health issues.Â? Could y’all pray that they either resolve themselves or that the nice doctors at Urgent Care can figure out what’s up tomorrow?
Lazy Day in SoCal
After beating myself to a pulp last night (and pulling various joints out of place in my hands and legs) while walking to and from the store, I slept until noon today, got In n’ Out (which is just soooooo good for me), and went to my m-i-l’s favorite thrift shop.Â? Lots of lovely clothes — if only I was built normally and not like my dad.Â? They had some truly hideous things which my m-i-l had me try on for fun.Â? (The most interesting: the ankle-length leather skirt — I think the leather looked better on the cow.)
Now that I’ve worked the tension out of my in-laws’ whalebone tabby, I’m going to go swim.Â? Oh yes… my in-laws’ tabby patch cat decided to attack my hair as I was sitting up from petting her.Â? Tabby patches are all the same!
(Speaking of such things, I called my cat sitter in Montana for a “neurotic mommy update” and my monsters are doing fine.)
Updates
A few random things:
[+] A blessed World Communion Day to you all! May it be a reminder that our Body spans the earth and not just the borders of the USA.
[+] The wedding yesterday was tasteful — even the pranks. (If you knew the groom, you’d know that the wedding had to involve at least one prank.) The only problem: the food had a fight with my stomach and my stomach won so I spent half the night praying to the porcelain god while the food retreated upwards from the battle.
[+] Ginger Altoids are the best thing on earth next to sliced bread.
[+] Someone plowed into us in the church parking lot this morning. Thankfully, the only damage was the driver’s side mirror being knocked a couple inches off-kilter.
[+] The nursing facility where Jon’s grandfather is has a tabby patch kitty with creme brulÃ?e markings. His name is Howie and he likes me. 🙂 He remembered me from the visit last night and I played with him for a good hour today while Jon and his grandfather visited.
Off I go to play Text Twist with my in-laws!
Hell On Earth
*ding* Alex, what is “driving on LA freeways?”
OK… so I had a nice quiet day yesterday and went swimming in something other than what I happened to be wearing. (OK… it was a t-shirt and shorts but I don’t think Lands’ End can get a perfect swimsuit to me before I leave Dodge.)Â? I got back into my in-laws house and was noshing on some lowfat chocolate-mint brownies from Trader Joe’s (chocolate and mint being my weakness and said brownies being almost better than certain earthly pleasures) when I saw that the instructions I was left on getting to DA CHURCH for DA WEDDING REHEARSAL involved me and 210 West getting intimately acquainted.Â? As my father-in-law thinks I’m a sweetheart, I refrained from vocalizing the words that were in my head.Â? I grabbed all the stuff I needed, jumped in the car, took a few minutes to pray, and got on the freeway.
It wasn’t quite as bad as driving Hwy 17 (then again, NOTHING is as bad as that bloody highway) but I did find myself screaming “USE YOUR F-ING TURN SIGNAL!!!!!!!!!!” to various drivers who decided that my Montana plates were an excuse to cut me off.Â? One driver moved back after I laid on the horn so loud that I managed to drown out the music that was vibrating from the car next to me.
When I got to the church, I went up to the groom, climbed up onto his feet, pulled his shoulders down to me, and screamed at him.Â? Everyone was just cracking up (OK… I admit — I’m adorable when I’m getting Irish on peoples’ @$$es) and they made sure that I had surface street directions to dinner that night.
Dinner was at Shakey’s Pizza in Covina.Â? OK… I was a minority in that restaurant — it was 80% Chicano in there and it was a reminder that I need to be respectful of those who face discrimination and who are dealing with being a minority each day.Â? Mountain Dew + pizza = a serious need of ginger tablets when I got home.
Right now, I’m being loved by a fluffy grey cat and listening to Wait Wait.Â? Not quite in hell anymore but dude… yesterday evening was interesting.
In SoCal Now
We got to SoCal yesterday evening with very few problems.Â? I hung out with my VERY wonderful mother-in-law and sister-in-law while Jon was at the bachelor party.Â? Joanna (the s-i-l) scored major points with me by picking up some 7-Up to calm some of the nausea from the Ortho Evra patch.Â? (Not as bad as the pills but not fun either.)Â? When we got there, my m-i-l was next door at a neighbor’s pool.Â? They jokingly told me to come on in so… I kicked off my running shoes and jumped in fully clothed.Â? It was positively lovely.Â? 🙂
On Monday, the grandfather of Jon’s friend’s fiancÃ?e was killed in a car accident on his way down for the wedding.Â? The wedding is still going on but ohmigosh… it’s also not going to be quite as happy because of what happened.Â? So… please pray for Dawn and her family since this is just a nightmare for them.
Alma Mater
I went to Santa Cruz for the first time in 5 years today. Let me just say… Hwy 17 is EEEEVVVVIIIILLLLLLL!!!!!!!!! (Well… California driving in general is evil — it’s like someone decided to suspend all traffic rules temporarily for my visit to the state!) Downtown Santa Cruz is also an *interesting* place to drive.
We had lunch at Pizza-My-Heart and then went up to campus to meet with Cindy, my advisor from my undergrad days. We ended up connecting at her class lecture (Medieval Europe) and had some chill time afterwards at the Taqueria.
(OK… so I didn’t shave my head — I did cut my hair short though, or at least shorter than it has been for awhile.Â? The last time Cindy saw me, my hair was down to my waist and braided.)
When we got home, my dad had the firepit set up for s’mores so we had those.Â? :)Â? You gotta love parents who make them with Ghiradelli chocolate!
We head down to the depths of Hell SoCal tomorrow and then to Vegas and Salt Lake City.Â? I’m going to be sad to leave San Jose, especially my parents’ cats who are now thugs instead of kittens.Â? Speaking of them, I need to steal Jethro after I fold laundry — he is a very good bed tabby.