Jenna Can... move her entire life in 4 days.
While housesitting, working 10 hour days, taking two summer classes online and attempting (and failing) to get more than 6 hours of sleep a night, there isn't a whole lot of time for packing up my life and transferring it across town to my new pad.
This new apartment just fell into my lap. I wasn't even looking, but it's a fantastic deal and in a nice, gated area. And I, being an over-thinker and a worrier, need all the locks and security codes I can get.
I digress.
Softball today, just as an update for those who may be wondering how my attempts to hit a double are coming along. Other than getting walked four (yep) times, striking out once, and grounding out twice, I'm having absolutely no luck. But I did get a bonus prize- heat exhaustion and dehydration! Big winner! It was a long, hot, sun-burny day.
I really should pack.
Books first. Then shoes. Then clothes and bed. Priorities, mi amor, priorities.
To be continued...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Three Strikes...
Jenna Can... hit a double.
So even though I'm a retired waitress from Texas Roadhouse, I am one of five girls that volunteered to play for our cute little co-ed softball team called The Loaded Roadies, which is true in a lot of ways.
Softball is interesting, if you like being hot and sweaty and dusty all at the same time. Or you like it when 21 year old competitive boys yell things like "HIT THE BALL!"
Oh, is that how it works? Thanks for clearing it up. Fade to Jenna hitting a grand slam.
I wish. No, really. I wish.
We played a hard game today and I got onto base four times, but three times because of walks and once because I have this uncanny ability to hit the ball STRAIGHT TO THE SHORTSTOP but God was on my side and gave it a bounce to get me onto first.
But I have yet to have a real hit.
New summer goal! Hit a double. I just need a few hours of practice, a bat, some batting gloves... and maybe a Major League Baseball Player. Hey, whatever works.
Stay tuned.
So even though I'm a retired waitress from Texas Roadhouse, I am one of five girls that volunteered to play for our cute little co-ed softball team called The Loaded Roadies, which is true in a lot of ways.
Softball is interesting, if you like being hot and sweaty and dusty all at the same time. Or you like it when 21 year old competitive boys yell things like "HIT THE BALL!"
Oh, is that how it works? Thanks for clearing it up. Fade to Jenna hitting a grand slam.
I wish. No, really. I wish.
We played a hard game today and I got onto base four times, but three times because of walks and once because I have this uncanny ability to hit the ball STRAIGHT TO THE SHORTSTOP but God was on my side and gave it a bounce to get me onto first.
But I have yet to have a real hit.
New summer goal! Hit a double. I just need a few hours of practice, a bat, some batting gloves... and maybe a Major League Baseball Player. Hey, whatever works.
Stay tuned.
Friday, June 5, 2009
School
JennaCan... stay focused stay focused stay focused...
I blame whoever invented Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, Fmylife.com, blogspot, postsecret and secrettweet. They just keep taking over my life and distracting me from my summer classes that I was a GENIUS for taking.
Moving on.
I'm a firm believer in rewards, though. So maybe I can take an art quiz and then read a page of fmylife?
Yeah and take five weeks to finish one week of assignments.
Bad idea, bad idea.
Plan B. Just go to each of the sites and exhaust them until I have NO choice but to spend the rest of the evening on school work.
Perfect.
Let's see how it works.
I blame whoever invented Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, Fmylife.com, blogspot, postsecret and secrettweet. They just keep taking over my life and distracting me from my summer classes that I was a GENIUS for taking.
Moving on.
I'm a firm believer in rewards, though. So maybe I can take an art quiz and then read a page of fmylife?
Yeah and take five weeks to finish one week of assignments.
Bad idea, bad idea.
Plan B. Just go to each of the sites and exhaust them until I have NO choice but to spend the rest of the evening on school work.
Perfect.
Let's see how it works.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Bridesmaid
JennaCan... be the perfect bridesmaid.
There are several important things to remember about being a good bridesmaid. Number one! The bride is always right. Number two! Nobody cares if you hate strapless dresses, you're wearing it anyway. Number three! If you think you may be right, refer to rule number one.
I'm about to go meet the lovely bridesmaids and the lovely bride-to-be Ms. Jaimmah Blairre Flores for a little outing to get the perfect shoes. Blairre and I are both Scorpios, so we're used to being in complete control and a few months ago when Blairre asked me to be in her wedding, she seemed pretty... laid back. Surprisingly so for a Scorpio.
"Whatever shoes you want," she said with a shrug.
And now, a little over a month and a half to the wedding, we're piling into a carpool and driving an hour away to get the bronzy-strappy shoes she pictured in her "dream wedding".
But, because I love her, I'll willingly sacrifice my Saturday to spend it cooing over the shoes or the flowers that she picked. Also, because Blairre has excellent taste, I'm not all that worried about it. And she's pretty enough to let us be pretty in her wedding... unlike a lot of other brides that want the bridesmaids in neon green puff sleeves to look better in comparison.
Blairre and I have been friends since high school, 4 years ago. She was the type that would make it unbelievably easy to be comfortable around. We spent days and days at Starbucks, talking about boys and dreams and life. And she's always been a romantic and wanted to get married young but hey, I thought we had years and years.
Now she's getting married, to this great guy named John Melvin.
So regardless of the shoes, the hairstyles, the 4 (yep) parties thrown before the actual day, all of which I am expected to show up with a perky-bridesmaidy smile and carry finger foods, I'll be there.
But if she changes the dress to neon green, I'm gone.
There are several important things to remember about being a good bridesmaid. Number one! The bride is always right. Number two! Nobody cares if you hate strapless dresses, you're wearing it anyway. Number three! If you think you may be right, refer to rule number one.
I'm about to go meet the lovely bridesmaids and the lovely bride-to-be Ms. Jaimmah Blairre Flores for a little outing to get the perfect shoes. Blairre and I are both Scorpios, so we're used to being in complete control and a few months ago when Blairre asked me to be in her wedding, she seemed pretty... laid back. Surprisingly so for a Scorpio.
"Whatever shoes you want," she said with a shrug.
And now, a little over a month and a half to the wedding, we're piling into a carpool and driving an hour away to get the bronzy-strappy shoes she pictured in her "dream wedding".
But, because I love her, I'll willingly sacrifice my Saturday to spend it cooing over the shoes or the flowers that she picked. Also, because Blairre has excellent taste, I'm not all that worried about it. And she's pretty enough to let us be pretty in her wedding... unlike a lot of other brides that want the bridesmaids in neon green puff sleeves to look better in comparison.
Blairre and I have been friends since high school, 4 years ago. She was the type that would make it unbelievably easy to be comfortable around. We spent days and days at Starbucks, talking about boys and dreams and life. And she's always been a romantic and wanted to get married young but hey, I thought we had years and years.
Now she's getting married, to this great guy named John Melvin.
So regardless of the shoes, the hairstyles, the 4 (yep) parties thrown before the actual day, all of which I am expected to show up with a perky-bridesmaidy smile and carry finger foods, I'll be there.
But if she changes the dress to neon green, I'm gone.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Believe You Me
So if you've been reading, you know that one of my goals is to go on to graduate school to find some kind of secondary degree that would validate my on-the-way degree... meaning, if you throw a Doctor in front of my name, would I get more respect?
Eh. To be seen.
But more importantly, I think it's time to pull up some roots. I'm looking heavily at Mizzou and UNT for further education in journalism and mass communications. Should I pick up my life and make the drive in my cute white Scion to Texas or Missouri, leaving all of my friends and family behind? Or should I accept that going there would be jumping to a different tree, a lower branch, and at the end of the day if all I'm looking for is being able to write, would trying to make it big make me a sell-out?
Which has opened a whole world of questions up to me, mostly asked late at night when just the light of my glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling are judging me. What do I want in Washington DC or New York? Are those just symbolism for "making it"? Would moving there help me become a big author? Of course not. But maybe the opportunities might.
I've been lucky with a great family and fantastic friends and a wonderful hometown. Am I leaving because I think I can find better, even though I know I can't?
Or am I planning on leaving to see what I'm made of without the fall-back of my safety nets behind me?
Stay tuned.
Eh. To be seen.
But more importantly, I think it's time to pull up some roots. I'm looking heavily at Mizzou and UNT for further education in journalism and mass communications. Should I pick up my life and make the drive in my cute white Scion to Texas or Missouri, leaving all of my friends and family behind? Or should I accept that going there would be jumping to a different tree, a lower branch, and at the end of the day if all I'm looking for is being able to write, would trying to make it big make me a sell-out?
Which has opened a whole world of questions up to me, mostly asked late at night when just the light of my glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling are judging me. What do I want in Washington DC or New York? Are those just symbolism for "making it"? Would moving there help me become a big author? Of course not. But maybe the opportunities might.
I've been lucky with a great family and fantastic friends and a wonderful hometown. Am I leaving because I think I can find better, even though I know I can't?
Or am I planning on leaving to see what I'm made of without the fall-back of my safety nets behind me?
Stay tuned.
Fast to Slow
Summer is quite possibly the best thing that happened to college students since the invention of facebook creeper feeds or ramen noodles. Maybe even black coffee or Captain Morgan. But I digress.
I've spent my summer so far just... working. But apparently I'm also moving into this incredible deal of an apartment and helping my bff mikey move to Los Lunas to visit his parents. Which kind of blows, because he's my best friend after all and I'll definitely miss him. And I'll definitely miss my current roommate Tony who was seriously fantastic as a roomie, but this new deal is amazing.
In other news, I've left my bed for a grand total of 4 minutes today and it is now 5:00. I've been up since 10:30. It's okay to be impressed, I kind of am as well.
I have done nothing for my summer goals yet. But it's still early, just barely May. I have faith.
Time for a nap to replenish my energy for movie night!
I've spent my summer so far just... working. But apparently I'm also moving into this incredible deal of an apartment and helping my bff mikey move to Los Lunas to visit his parents. Which kind of blows, because he's my best friend after all and I'll definitely miss him. And I'll definitely miss my current roommate Tony who was seriously fantastic as a roomie, but this new deal is amazing.
In other news, I've left my bed for a grand total of 4 minutes today and it is now 5:00. I've been up since 10:30. It's okay to be impressed, I kind of am as well.
I have done nothing for my summer goals yet. But it's still early, just barely May. I have faith.
Time for a nap to replenish my energy for movie night!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Summer Goals
JennaCan... have a productive summer
So I've made the executive decision to be productive this summer. My first goal was to get an internship (check), where I write technical things for 36 hours a week on base at White Sands Missile Range for the nicest people EVER.
But I figure that there are hundreds of other things I could be doing to better myself. So here's a quick list of some things I'm considering...
Yoga-lates (yoga and pilates together! hooray!)
a roadtrip
see every big summer blockbuster that comes NEAR las cruces
learning to cook
make it through a Blink-182 concert (my best friend mikey's favorite band... and apparently they're back together, so here we go)
Grow (and keep alive) a spider plant.
Stay tuned.
So I've made the executive decision to be productive this summer. My first goal was to get an internship (check), where I write technical things for 36 hours a week on base at White Sands Missile Range for the nicest people EVER.
But I figure that there are hundreds of other things I could be doing to better myself. So here's a quick list of some things I'm considering...
Yoga-lates (yoga and pilates together! hooray!)
a roadtrip
see every big summer blockbuster that comes NEAR las cruces
learning to cook
make it through a Blink-182 concert (my best friend mikey's favorite band... and apparently they're back together, so here we go)
Grow (and keep alive) a spider plant.
Stay tuned.
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