Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
me: so, i'm weird and I've made lists for the next three evenings
atran: oh yeah?
i love your lists!
why would you love my lists?
atran: i dunno
cause it's cute!!
Awe!! How freaking sweet is that!? Now I definitely know I've found my lobster (like I didn't already know that!)!
Update (4/29): I now have four post-it note lists stuck to my computer screen. One for Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I can't help myself! I have a problem! Are their psychotherapists that specialize in treating list makers!? It's like a drug...I finish a list and I kind of feel like I just smoked crack or something (not that I know what that's like, but I can imagine)!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
We grilled out (what we hopefully will be able to do tonight since our friends are coming over for dinner), drank some beer and enjoyed the beautiful weather. It was so nice out we decided to let Missy out to explore the backyard in her harness.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Before I begin my tale of love though, a little musical interlude for you. I couldn't resist since it is Friday and this is a post about love! Enjoy!
So, at this point in the story Antoine and I had just had our first date. It went well, despite a nervous Antoine and a sleepy Jessica. But as far as first dates go, it was pretty okay...I mean, where can you go wrong with fondue, right!? So, naturally planning for the second date began shortly thereafter. Antoine already had something in mind...baseball. In our email conversations the month before I mentioned that I grew up going to Indians games with my dad, but I'd never been to a Reds game. And early on Antoine had asked if there was I reason behind why I hadn't been to a game yet. I said no, I just had never had a real opportunity to go (i.e. no one had ever said "hey, let's go to a Red's game)...until our second date that is! Antoine took it upon himself to get us tickets, and pretty good ones too (not nose bleed seats).
One late May evening he picked me up at my apartment (late, but nowhere near 40 minutes late like the previous date) dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and a pair of Adidas a la Run DMC (it's a very typical look for him and a look I like very much). [Sidenote: Antoine's somewhat known for wearing cute/quirky t-shirts...we're both big Threadless fans! One of my friends has even coined the phrase, "that's definitely an Antoine shirt"!] Somehow this didn't seem like the same guy I had encountered on the first date, he was much more confident and much less nervous...plus this more casual attire suited him and my personal style much better! Again, he opened my passenger door, my heart fluttering, and we made our way downtown. It was a nice evening, not too hot, not too cold. I was excited, not about the game because even though I grew up watching the Indians I've never been what you could call "a sports fan". In fact, I generally wrinkle my nose to most sports. Watching them on the tv seems like the most ridiculous thing to me, however I've been known to go to a baseball game or Xavier basketball game and actually enjoy myself. So, it's fair to assume that the butterflies in my stomach had nothing to do with fly balls or outfielders (see, I told you I wasn't a sports fan).
The night was pretty relaxed. I can't remember who the Reds played that night, if they won/lost, or anything about the game...because really, we weren't paying too much attention to the game. We sat next to one another chatting and flirting...it was magical. Half way through the game Antoine left to go to the restroom and when he returned he had a Reds foam finger in tow. My heart leaped. I probably had the stupidest grin on my face at that moment when he presented it to me. You see, in all those Indians games I went to with my dad I was always mystified by that illusive foam finger. The concept of a foam finger makes no sense, really...but still, I've always wanted one. And Antoine knew this through all our email discussions. So, being the sweetheart that he is, he got me a foam finger! It is, to this day, displayed in our dining room on our bookcase and every time I see it I think fondly of that date.
The other thing about that night that sticks out in my mind were the fireworks (and I'm not just talking about the fireworks between Antoine and I, zing!). I can't remember why there was a special fireworks show at the game that night, but it was fantastic. Unfortunately, I was, yet again, starting to fall asleep during the end of the game. But as soon as the fireworks started I was giddy. There's something magical about fireworks...it's that element of being in awe...the colors, the sparkle, the designs. It was the perfect end to an amazing evening!
Now, there was nothing earth shattering about that second date. It was relaxed and perfect in its simplicity. All the nervousness was gone from the first date and we just clicked...and both of us could feel it! There wasn't a moment in our conversation that night that wasn't natural or giddy. I can't explain it...it just felt right. Looking back, Antoine and I will still note that as our favorite of all our first dates. He remembers little things like the Chucks I was wearing and my smile and I remember that foam finger and the way his down-to-earth and slightly silly nature just won me over. And that was that. From that date on, I was hooked! Dates to follow included movies at my place, home cooked meals, and a surprise Modest Mouse concert. In fact, there were a myriad of surprises (Antoine loves surprises)...flowers on my doorstep, special dinners, etc. I think I really lucked out...he was and is the greatest man I have ever known...caring, loving, affectionate, strong, committed, protective, intelligent and funny (and perpetually late for everything)! And I'm just crazy about him.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
And summer, to me, means windows down (provided it's not 100 degrees out) in my car and good music playing through my speakers. Each year I seem to find an album or two that becomes my "summer album(s)"; the one I play with said windows down and the wind blowing through my hair (well, to be more accurate, it's more like "the wind blowing my hair into a giant bird's nest and then continuously falling into my face and temporarily blinding me"...oh, the woes of having fine hair).
In previous years albums such as Arcade Fire's Funeral and Conor Oberst's self titled album were lucky enough to earn the award of "Jessica's ultimate summer album". Every time I hear "Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)" I remember the year in college when I shared a house with my best friend and a lesbian couple. It was horrible, a constant us vs. them battle of epic proportions. Trying to escape the chaos of the house I'd take frequent, random rides in my car. I'd drive, with windows down of course, to the library or to my sister's house or to the park in Mariemont...with Arcade Fire blaring on my cd player. While that summer/year was not the most pleasant, I still have fond memories of the album and how it rescued me from a chilly household (really, it was freezing in there) where there were actually hamsters living on our dining room table (it's a long story, sufficive to say...it was not ideal).
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Now, I might be the only one here, but I loved that movie Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts. You know, that one where Mel Gibson plays a lovable psychopath (much like real Mel Gibson, but perhaps more lovable because truth be told real Mel Gibson isn't all that lovable, just offensive) who thinks the spooks are out to get him. While totally implausible and wacky I thought it was a "good" film. Anyway, I'm starting to identify with Jerry, Mel Gibson's character in the movie. No, I'm not in love with an attractive woman from the D.A.'s office. No, I don't have a sudden urge to bite Patrick Stewart's nose off. But I do feel like something fishy is going on!
I've been sick for nearly a month. First, general not feeling well, stomach aches, body aches, head aches...all the aches. Then, there was the dreaded Viral Meningitis (dun dun dun). Then after that I may or may not have had walking pneumonia. Then there was the horrible back pain that kept me awake half the night, which hasn't completely gone away. Now, the mucus, the phlem, the post-nasal drip and the coughing that no over the counter medicine has seemed to help (which I now have antibiotics for). Sure all this illness could be a lack of sleep and an effect of being overworked, but I think there may be more behind this. Let's survey the possible explanations...
- A series of unfornuate events brought on by weather change, lack of sleep and exhaustion from having two jobs. HA! It just seems too obvious!
- Sometime at the beginning of March aliens beemed me up into their spaceship, injected me with some funky disease, and then erased my memory before returning me home. Damn aliens!
- Same thing but change "aliens" to "Russians" and change "spaceship" to "weird, tacky club/experiment facility". Damn Russians!
- That jerk Buddy (aka one of the "evil cats from hell") is slowly poisoning me while I'm sleepying because he knows he's my least favorite of the cats. Buddy, you're such a bastard!
- In an attempt to prove to the people of the US that we need universal health care, Obama has infected me with 7 different diseases to prove his point. Come on Obama! If you're going to infect someone to prove your point infect G.W. (or maybe you already have!?)
- In an attempt to prove that Obama is crazy, the Republicans have injected me with some sort of super disease that universal health care cannot fight! Damn you Republicans!
- Puffs/Kleenex is starting a world wide conspiracy to secretly contaminate their tissues with toxic bacteria and viruses so that their customers get sick and then are forced to buy more tissues. Thus boosting their sales in this poor economy. Damnit Kleenex, I hate you! Puffs, I'll admit, I feel a little betray...but I still love you because you're so soft on my nose!
- A world wide conspiracy has begun involving the fans of Twilight. Tired of being constantly mocked by their Sparkles-the-vampire-hating-peers Twilight fanatics have organized a mass plot against those who unabashedly ridicule their beloved vampire books and movies. Hahaha, Twilight lovers the joke is on you! Soon you will find out that half of your dreamy New Moon cast (including Sparkles and that obnoxious waif) have also been afflicted, as they are in fact ashamed to be starring in such excrement and consequently put down the movie/book to their friends every chance they get! DAMN YOU SPARKLES LOVERS!!!
- Or it may just be bad luck! Although that's not nearly as amusing, so let's not go with that!
Whatever the explanation...I hope this upper respiratory infection is the last of it! I want to start feeling better so I can enjoy this great weather we are having!