this is what engineers are best for:
http://www.octopustap.com/

yes, that’s right…4 beers at one time.  no more waiting in line at the keg…

i don’t even like beer that much…but i like this.

saw it on the news this evening.  thought you might like it too.

-jess

and every time i pass it i can’t help but giggle.

for your viewing pleasure:

i think i’m going to head to jack in the box now and purchase one of the teriyaki bowls.  i’m serious.

**EDIT** The bowl wasn’t as awesome as the billboard.

-jess

One of my favorite things about vacationing/staying at a hotel is the waffles.  I’m not sure if it’s being away from home, or the fact that they are free, or maybe just that I had a long night, but they are always extra tasty at a hotel.

I love that I get to put the pre-made waffles mix into the waffle maker.  I mean, yes, I do have to wait a bit longer, but there is a sense of pride you get when your waffle comes out perfectly (or not so perfectly).  And maybe I’m only a little hungry, but still would like to partake in a tasty waffle?  No problem.  Just fill in half of the hearts, and enjoy.

In looking for a great heart-shaped waffle picture, I noticed that folks apparently got bored with the basic waffle.  An I don’t really blame them!  The heart-shaped waffle wasn’t cutting it either I guess, because you can make a waffle into just about anything it seems.

Here are a few I particularly enjoyed: 

Almost as good as a trip to the circus….

This is one fish I would definitely eat.

Edible bouquet anyone?

And for the kiddies…

Hello Kitty!

Come along and sing a sing….

They call them “woodles” 

with Winnie the Pooh……and Tigger too!

 

Would you like a Scooby Doo waffle??       “Rokay, I rill!”

This one is my very favorite.  Probably due to the fact that I am a huge nerd.  A computer keyboard waffle maker.  Obviously some kind of genius thought this up!

 

I think a lot of people would agree with me when I say that the shape makes all the difference. 

-jess

 

If you don’t believe in the power of the waffle lemme show you just what I mean. 

Weird Al Yankovic ~ Waffle King

 

 

 

(inspired by kelly c)

 

I found it strange that while surfing for cow pictures, most of the cows I enjoyed were brown, rather than black and white.  It seems to me that the cow you picture in your mind when cows happen to be brought up in conversation is black and white.  Are brown cows more prevalent than black and white cows?  Do they simply tend to pose more? Or perhaps they are just more adorable, and thus, more photogenic.

 

Not sure.  But i do like the way they moooooo.

 

-jessica

 

 

I’ll stand out here all night
Here on your front porch
You Holy Cow

snow patrol ~ holy cow

*i stole these cows images.  because i am a cow image stealer.  if they are yours, i am sorry.  you take great cow pictures, and i am jealous.

so i’ve seen this commercial multiple times, and it always bothers me.

there is an elephant. with a British accent. married to a centipede.

there are a lot of issues with this match. no, i’m not doubting the ability of 2 creatures, though very different, falling in love, marrying, building a home.

however, the physical implications here simply make it impossible. PLUS, I think the commercial suggests that the 2 have somehow come together to bring a giraffe into existence(their son–perhaps he is adopted.)

i know, i know, i’m reading too far into this, but come on, couldn’t they have at least chosen a sizable animal to marry the elephant? something a bit more feasible?

just saying.

in another airwick commercial, a raccoon is happily married to a mole. whaever works, i ’spose.
-jessica

I’m nowhere and you’re everything

 

i hate fuzzy ambiguity.

well, to some extent it is necessary, but too much of it is a terrible thing.

i feel so very overwhelmed by my current housing situation. suddenly, and without much warning, i am forced to find a new option.

i find myself scouring facebook marketplace and craigslist trying to find a person or apartment that seems to fit me–but none does.

sure there are apartments that seem nice, and people that seem nice, but i’m having a lot of trouble finding a person whose goals and wants are closely aligned with my own. even more difficult is finding a person who has those things, and also wants to live in the same area that i do.

i don’t think that i’m being excessive or out of line, though. i’m just looking for something different that they are.

i suppose i want to live near downtown. i don’t need to live there. i don’t need to be able to walk to work, but i would like to be near it. i don’t want to drive 30 minutes to work each day.

i want to feel safe. i want to be able to walk to my car by myself at night.

i want a decent looking place. i want a slightly updated kitchen, because i know that if my kitchen is stuffed full of old dirty appliance, i’ll avoid it like the plague. and then i’ll find myself shoving ranch doritos and cheese sauce into my mouth on my bed while watching tbs re-runs. not good for anyone, really.

i want a decent sized bathroom. i like being able to turn around in there. i’m not sure why. i also would like my shower to be clean. i want to get clean in a clean space.

i’d like it to be in an area that is close to things. perhaps a grocery store. a restaurant. a local pub. whatever. i just don’t want to be in the middle of nowhere.

okay. that’s all that is really necessary. everything else is push and pull to get the right price/location/person.

is this too much?

is this too boring? yes. it is. here are some pictures from mexico to de-borify this post. enjoy.

our resort–the Royal Solaris

enjoying the pool

senor frogs

the beach!

 

okay, that will be all for now. g’day.

-jessica

 

Hold my hand
My fingers are cold.
Don’t say a word
Just hold me close.

schuyler fisk ~ be still

 

 

there are only 24 hours in each day. and i like to sleep for 7 of them. leaving only 17 hours to do the things i want to do. i have to work for . lunch for 1. commute for 1. get ready for 1. down to 6.

6 hours to make things happen.

i suppose 6 hours should be enough. except for that i don’t know what it is i want to do.

i can never decide what person i want to be. some days i want to be a singersongwriter. some days i want to be a photographer. some days i want to be a marketing expert. some days i just want to seem like an organized person.

sometimes i even like to pretend like i am a scrapbooker. i’m not really…

focus focus focus.

i can never seem to focus.

i want to have an exciting social life, too. but that, again, takes time out of the day…or really the 6 hours that are left.

sometimes i like to sit and listen to new music for hours. try to be a new music expert.

i can’t be an “expert” in anything because i want to do everything.

i don’t get how some folks can really truly focus on making one dream, one goal, come true.

i know that i don’t have to just do one thing, that a few is great.

but i hate that i can’t pick one thing to really push for. like it’s everything.

it could be rollerblading, for all i care, just that it’s something that i have a passion for. not 12 things i have a passion for that i can’t seem to be passionate about.

each day brings a different focal point. different people i want to spend time with. different activities i want to become good at. but all i really want to do is follow through on something.

i keep all my options open for as long as possible, but in the meantime, i’m missing my chance to be really great at something.

just mediocre at everything.

i suppose my hesitation to eliminate some of these time consumers is what is causing this problem.

this seems like an easy fix, but i experience cognitive dissonance at nearly every level of my life. after i eat tacos, i wonder if i shouldn’t have eaten a pizza. that would have been tasty, i think…maybe more tasty than the already tasty tacos. perhaps i made the wrong decision.

right now i’m attempting to narrow down my choices for some large purchases. i can’t buy everything. i can’t have a new camera, a new piano, a new guitar, new couches, a new bike, a mexican vacation, a dog.

i can’t have all of these things. but depending on my focus that day, each of these things seems like a good idea at one time or another.

i wonder if other people struggle so much on simple things.

i have also learned that being compulsive doesn’t help. thats how i end up with dyed hair, or tattoos. luckily i tend to dodge these bullets by putting the things that really seem like a great idea off for a day or so.

usually within a few hours it’s not such a great idea.

what an unfocused compulsive unorganized person i am.

maybe this is a good thing. maybe i’m a better, more well-rounded person because of it. that is, at least, what i’m going to pretend.

-jessica

You’re so stupid and perfect and stupid and perfect.

the bird & the bee ~ again & again

i look like a zombie. it seems i have acquired some type of allergic reaction which has caused my undereyes to glow red. it’s really awful.

and my eyes just hurt because the area around them is so swollen.

i’m not sure what has caused this, but it makes me very unhappy.

i’ve tired cucumbers, various lotions/gels, ice water, and a wet rag. luckily, the swelling went down, but the redness stays.

i feel very self-conscious.

oh well. i bought some pretty heavy concealer, and it seems to do the trick.

i just wish it would go away. i look like a creeper. a drug addict, maybe. or someone that never ever sleeps.

in other news– some exciting things have been happening, that i don’t want to talk about yet, as to not jinx them. but as soon as i know, i’ll let you know.

L.A. was nice. it was good to get away. it was great to see Micah. it was wonderful to feel like a kid again at Disneyland. it was perfect to get lost in the rides. it was exciting to feel weightless. it was peaceful on huntington beach.

it was good to get out of the suits and into a sundress (plus a sweatshirt, it was cold)

it was beautiful there.

i experienced the best frozen yogurt ever.

yogurtland.

it was amazing. so many flavors and toppings. the best part was, you just walk in, get a cup, fill it with whatever of 10 different kinds of frozen yogurt you would like, then you pile on toppings YOURSELF, so if you want a cup full of cookie dough and oreos (or strawberries and kiwi), you just pile away.

then they weigh it. it’s a pretty sweet deal.

long beach is great.

i recommend going there if you’re in so cal.
i guess i shall post some pictures for you. just don’t steal them and pretend they are you at a gaming website. that’s dumb.

-jessica

 

Soon all the clouds will disappear,
And leave just you and me.
‘Cause a little bit of sunlight is all that I want from you,
A little bit of sunlight,
Is all that I want

the kinks ~ a little bit of sunlight