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too many social media outlets.  just when i get good at facebook again, i forgot about my beloved blog.

sorry bloggie.  sorry readers.

i have much on my mind. 

such as:

1.) my sister’s bridal shower which was last weekend…pictures soon

2.) my sister’s bachelorette party which is next weekend (should be a smashing good time)  i will post SOME of the pictures, i am sure.

3.) my home in a few short months.  lease is up sept 1.  not sure where i’ll be living.  i have  new set of dishes, though.  it’s really the only thing i’ll own when i move out…

4.) where is my MO state tax return?? it’s been 2 months…

5.) is my posterior growing larger?  i’m positive that it is, due to my lack of gym time.

6.) i spent multiple hours washing my car last night, and a bird pooped on it this morning.  green poop.  right on my window.

7.) chuzzle.

ultimately, these things do not matter that much, but they are floating around my head today…

-jessica

yesterday was absolutely gorgeous here in st louis.  perfect temperature.  just the right sun to cloud ratio.  comfortable light breeze.  lovely.

i spotted the band from the school across the street playing some tunes on the playground, and this group of dudes playing craps on the back of their truck in the alley behind our building.  (they were also grilling and had some fold out chairs set-up).  these are only things you see on beautiful st louis days.

but we know days like these can never last.

today’s weather is super volatile.

sometimes the spring terrifies me.  i have always had a love/hate relationship with severe weather.  there is something absolutely fascinating about tornados and the conditions that support them.  when i was little my parents gave me a set of tornado chaser videos that i watched constantly.  they are so incredibly powerful and they can come on w/ almost no warning.  so much damage.

even when a tornado isn’t involved, things can get pretty hairy, like in Alton, IL yesterday when a building collapsed in the middle of downtown.  yep.  just over the river!

we haven’t seen much of the really bad stuff in stl yet, but it’s early, and will certainly come soon.

in other news…when the weather gets wet and muggy (like today), the creepy crawlies seem to want to take shelter inside.  this is no good for me because i have some serious issues co-habitating with spiders.  serious.

 so i have 2 phobias:

tornados
&
spiders

while we probably will not see a dreaded twister today (though it’s always possible), after this morning, the spider part is covered. 

guess who was chilling in my sink today?  giant brown spider (ok, by giant i mean…like the size of a quarter, but that’s quite giant enough for me.)

creepiest part?  he was not in there when i got out of the shower, so at some point that guy was just hanging out nearby while i went through the morning routine.  it’s very possible that he dropped from the ceiling because i’m not sure how else he would have managed to get in my bowl sink.  what i’m saying is….he could have dropped on my head. 

i wanted to take a photo, but i was too terrified to do so.  this is creepy brown spider #3.  i know this sounds paranoid and crazy, but i am relatively sure there are brown recluses.  which would make sense considering the fact that i live in the middle of brown recluse territory.  i don’t want their venom to eat away my flesh.

in the end, i did not have to squish him because there are other people in my life that are less terrified than me that like me enough to exterminate my spiders.  however, had i been alone, there is a good chance i would i have created a blowtorch w/ my hairspray and fried the little bugger.

should we bomb again??

-jess

There’s a spider on the drain and he’s feeling pain
And he doesn’t want to die any more than you or I
He’s struggling to live but he doesn’t have much time
Any more than you or I, you or I

weezer ~ the spider

it was flooding over the street this friday.  driving through the street puddle, i noticed this poor fellow about to be overtaken by the high water level.

 

funny thing is that i can’t seem to place him on a normal water level day. but google images helped me out. here is the norm:

sad thing about that other guy and the dog.  sad sad thing.

 -jess

I’m just looking for shelter
You’re just holding my hand if I hold you
You don’t have to belong here
We’ll just know when it’s right

good old war ~ looking for shelter

 

this is a great song, and an even better video.  i think you will like it.  so check it out, please :)

Firekites - AUTUMN STORY - chalk animation from Lucinda Schreiber on Vimeo.

-jess

so guess what today is….

yep! it’s my one year anniversary at

i cannot believe how quickly it has flown by.well, good year, good place, good times.i realized today that i never showed you what was inside that egg.  since you are probably dying of curiousity, here are the final photos:

(nevermind i don’t have time now, soon, though)

-jess

So something happened the other day that made me lose faith in people a little bit…just, in general. And I know that it’s not a good response to have, I mean, why should the actions of one man affect how I feel about many people, but for some reason, it did, and I’m having a bit of difficult forgetting it.

It basically goes like this…

I’ve just left my apartment on a warm sunny day…the kind that seems to make people happy. And I am happy. I am off to buy supplies to make my sister’s bridal shower invitations (which turned out quite nicely, by the way).

I am still just steps away from my apartment when I pull up to the corner. It’s a quiet little corner with stop signs all 4 ways. Not much traffic here. I see a man walking diagonally across the road. He’s already halfway there, so I figure, I’ll wait.

It’s not as if I almost hit him. I did not speed to the sign then slam on my breaks disdainfully…I was in a melancholy mood and was driving the same. I never lurched forward from my stop. I gave him the “walk on across” nod. I honestly didn’t mind that he was crossing at that point in time…pedestrians have the right of way….right?

I wait for approximately 3 seconds and the man, a tall, skinny, bald, sweaty man, stops dead in the middle of the road just a foot or so from my car.

At this point, with a snarling face, he yells “gaw’ on, gaw’ head across, ya f*cking ugly f*cking woman”.

This really bothered me. My jaw actually dropped. I did not know how to respond. What have I done to deserve such harsh words and insult? The worst part was simply the look on his face…it was one of absolute hatred and disgust. The scary kind. I mean, I was actually terrified of this man that I had never seen before. And the intensity and anger in his voice…yelling as loud as his lungs would permit. Nearly growling at me as the words left his mouth.

I felt scared. The most scared I have felt living in Maplewood so far.

And then I felt confused. Because it doesn’t seem right that someone could exert that much anger onto another person that they have never encountered before.

I called my dad for some words of wisdom (he typically offers those quite well). He reminded me that this is why we have wars. That this is why people kill other people that they don’t even know. We can make excuses for the man…perhaps he was having a bad day, perhaps he was overheated from the sun, perhaps he was tired, etc. But does that make it okay for him to unleash what were probably the most hurtful words he could think of in the moment, at me? Well, I really don’t think so.

I struggled with it, though. I have only lived in this city for a few months, and this is really the first time I have experienced such unbridled and unjustified anger in person.

Perhaps I am overreacting…but I can’t help it. That’s just how it made me feel.

Why are people so angry?

-jess

i love working with such creative people.  check out our awesome bowling trophy.  (i stole this from the switch blog, btw)

 

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-jess

 

i love to eat an apple.  LOVE them.   i love their delicious juicyness and the chompy noise they make when you bite into them.  i love them in caramel, peanut butter or even just plain.  i just love them.

however, eating an apple can be difficult because i inevitably get apple all over my face.  gosh, there must be some easier way to eat apples.

of course!  an apply wedger!  i always knew these magnificant devices existed, but i never actually owned one.  who knew it would make my life that much simpler. 

my little sister was sweet enough to give me her extra apple wedger. it was the nice kind…from pampered chef. 

i purchased some apples late last week with the specific intention of slicing each into 10 equal, tasty parts. 

apple one:  success!  the perfect apples slices.  i was so excited, i couldn’t wait to dunk my apples into the caramel dip i had purchased just for this purpose.  i think, i better clean off my new tool so it will be ready for the next apple i choose to eat. 

as i washed the new, wonderful addition to my kitchen team, i couldn’t help but smile and marvel at the fact that such a small detail can make such a huge difference in my apple eating experience. 

it’s difficult to clean though.  as i am just finishing up, still ecstatic, i flip the wedger over to give it a quick rinse. perfect.  good to go for next time.

somewhere between the wedger’s bath and it’s arrival back to it’s protective plastic sleeve, something went wrong.

our happy relationship took a turn for the worst.  i’m not sure if my new friend was upset that i wasn’t choosing to eat a 2nd apple just then, of if perhaps it had an extreme distaste for the confines of it’s plastic prison, but either way, i was biten.

my finger was sliced.  and rather deeply.  it was so incredibly razor sharp that i barely realized it had happened until the blood began to flow.  i tossed the offending utensil across the counter.  and ran to find my neon band-aids.  now it hurts when i play guitar.

how dare you, apple wedger.

i thought this was going to be a beautiful relationship, but now i realize i must be more careful for you are not here for my pleasure.  you are out to destroy me.  one slice at a time.

-jessica

eyeball sighting.

 

-jess

future newest member of my family:

 

guess what’s inside….

-jess