it's all in my head

"pa-pa-pa poker face, pa-pa poker face"

I cannot get that line out of my head! I keep singing it in my head and doing robot arm dance moves...
I can't really tell for sure, but I think 99% of the words to that song are some form of "he can't see through my poker face", over and over. (Kind of like how "just dance" comprised 95% of her other song. With the remaining 5%, of course, being incomprehensible nonsense.)
I really hate that this song is so catchy and gets stuck in your head. Kind of like the National Anthem. Oh wait, maybe that's the song you're supposed to sing when another song is stuck in your head. I can't remember.
And now I have a hodgepodge of mixed-up lyrics and melodies in my head.
Dang it.

Mer-Der

If you are a fan of Grey's Anatomy, you really must check this out.

love it. :)

how I spent my weekend

This weekend, Steve and I channeled our inner-old people.

But first, on Friday night we had an 'adventure' down to Aurora. It wasn't as scary urban as I thought it would be, and we even had some amazing sushi in an authentic, hole-in-the-wall restaurant.

But the real reason we went down there was for this:

It's a vintage 1960's console stereo in perfect condition. The inside looks like this:

Trust me, it's really cool.

We got it from the cutest little old Native American man who had a tiny puppy and 50-year old pictures of him and his wife around the apartment. We talked for a few minutes and promised him that we would take good care of it.

Once we got it home and set up, something happened to the apartment. It was like we had suddently been transported to another time. The presence and the smell filled the room and made it feel like we were back in a simpler time.

We put on a Wes Montgomery album, turned out the lights and sat on the couch in the glow of the tube radio. We were listening to classic music, the way it had originally been heard. It was pretty neat.

It wasn't long before the lilt of the jazz guitar on the vintage record player lulled us to sleep.

The next day we woke up at the crack of dawn (see: old people) to go to garage sales. Yes, garage sales. Honestly, it is one of my favorite things to do and it makes me so happy that Steve shares my love for a good yard sale.

Six hours, eight dollars, and two arguments discussions later, we were home with our treasures. We didn't find much, and realized that garage sales in Colorado are much different than back home. People just don't know how to do them right here! But it was still fun.

Sunday included a few more garage sales, some good Mexican food at Jalisco, and resting at home.

It was a pretty good weekend. Coming back to work was not fun this morning and it is a typical Monday.

I can't wait to get back home, put on a record and be taken back in time as I fall asleep on the couch. :)

just because

you're welcome :)

And it's only Monday!

It's definitely feeling like Monday today. I don't think I'm the only one who didn't get out of bed this morning. Within 5 minutes of being at work, I was already annoyed and it went downhill from there. I actually had to take my whole 15-minute break or else I was going to lose it, most likely in front of my supervisor.
But then I found this. Have you heard of Susan Boyle? If not, I really encourage you to go watch her Britain's Got Talent audition. And I dare you not to be smiling afterwards.
Here's hoping that the day just keeps going up from here.

(Oh, and One Tree Hill is new tonight, so there is a good chance that it could end up being a good day!)

The Sound of Music

I don't know why, but this video made me a little bit teary--in a happy way!
Watch it and tell me if that happens to you too, because I know I can't be the only crazy one. :)

These are a few of my favorite things...

1. What is your first name? Jennifer

2. What is your favorite food? homemade fried chicken

3. What high school did you go to? Stillwater

4. What is your favorite color? cranberry red/pink

5. Who is your celebrity crush? Patrick Dempsey

6. Favorite drink? mimosa

7. Dream vacation? secluded beach island bungalow (Virgin Islands, etc)

8. Favorite dessert? tiramisu

9. What did you want to be when you grew up? a writer

10. What do you love most in life? my family

11. One Word to describe you

12. Where do you live? Colorado

This is supposed to be one of those chain letter-type things where I tell you the sites to go to and make your own. But this freakin thing gave me so much trouble, it was hardly worth it. It was not nearly as much fun as it claims to be.
(If you'd like to try, which I don't recommend, you can go here to make your own collage. Be sure that you create an account first, or else you'll lose all your work. Lame.)

One thing I did realize though, is that I love collages. Like, really. I think it's going to be my new 'thing'. But real ones, not...you know, stupid virtual ones.

This post is not about Miley Cyrus

It's not about how stupid she is, and why I hate her. Because she is so ridiculous, I refuse to even waste my time talking about it.

This is really about shoes. And about how when you can't walk, going to the shoe store (especially where they are all on sale!) is NOT FUN.
I walked in to Nordstrom Rack and seriously wanted every cute pair of shoes I saw:

Chances are, I probably wouldn't have bought the shoes, even if I wasn't crippled. Because I'm cheap. :)
Well...maybe that last pair. So cute!!

I'm praying that soon I will be able to enjoy the warmer weather and wear flip flops again. Because seriously? That's the best part of summer for me!

I'm majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Josh!

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed Paul Rudd is everywhere lately?
From roles in Knocked Up and Forgetting Sarah Marshall to Role Models and I Love You, Man, he is quickly becoming a staple in Hollywood's funny (albeit, crude) men.
And I'm loving it. I think he is the perfect actor to bridge the gap in those mostly-male-humor-but-trying-to-appeal-to-women-as-well movies that are all the hype right now. So far, he has mostly played the "good guy" in these movies and his character is usually offended (or completely un-relatable) with the vulgar, crass, "guy's guy". I think this is the part that could be appealing to the women who are forced to watch these ridiculous (however, almost always hilarious) films with their boyfriends/husbands/whoever.

Plus, he is cute. Not in a drop-dead gorgeous way, but in a sweet, perfect-boyfriend kind of way (with a little bit of awkward-nerd thrown in).

I think Cher said it best in Clueless: "Okay, okay......so he's kind of a Baldwin."

Because no matter how many guy movies he stars in, he will always be "Josh" to me. :)

A Day In the Life...

not to steal Raelynn's format, but time logs are a fun way to post!

7:34- clock in at work, almost late because the time clock sucks
7:35- log in to phone but stay on "aux" cuz I refuse to speak (on the phone, or otherwise) before 8:30 am
7:40- log on to Gmail and check my reader. something like 20 new posts (majority of them are from People.com and failblog)
7:53- quickly complete the 16 items I have for the day. decide against asking my supervisor for something to do because the answer is always the same.

8:15- daily morning meeting. nothing important is discussed
8:33- finish chatting with the ladies and turn back to computer
8:35- tire of looking at my blank desktop, open google, search for one tree hill gossip
8:40- decide that OTH 'behind the scenes' is pretty boring, close google
8:40- stare idly at my computer, decide to log in to phone and answer calls, but there are none.
9:45- hobble to the kitchen and make my instant oatmeal. but I hate it and don't know why I keep trying to eat it. force down a few bites until it becomes cold and lumpy, then throw it away.
9:50- realize I missed my chance at a call (and therefore, something to do) and put my phone back on 'available'
9:53- get text message from my brother saying that he is leaving for the Air Force on May 12 and I will not be able to see him before he leaves. have a 5 minute pity-party/mini cry-fest. seriously think about going home. recompose myself. reopen google.
10-10:30- search Google for everything from Easter recipes to heel pain to jelly bean poems. Intermittently check Reader for new posts, the only new ones are from People. I'm sick of hearing about Madonna and her Malawi adoption. seriously.
10:30- first phone call!! but it's just a transfer...
10:35- decide I want to make an Easter dinner: ham, garlic mashed potatoes, carrots and rolls. yum
10:45- IM my friend and bug her about Easter plans, etc. She actually has work to do and I feel bad.
10:50- google Taylor Momsen (i have no idea?) and look up recipes for hot cross buns; decide I do not have the desire to make those.
10:52- another call. quick and easy, nothing exciting.
10:55- open Paint and start making easter eggs. make a whole bunch, am very proud, email them to show my mom and set them as my desktop background.
11:15- wonder if it's too early to call Steve to see if I can come home for lunch and if he will make pizza?
11:27- Steve calls and asks if I want to come home for lunch; says he will make pizza. :)
11:45- open Reader yet again.. nothing. decide I'll write my own blog.
11:57- 3rd phone call... confused lady who has no idea what she's talking about. transfer her to get some help.
currently 12:21: I think you get the idea and now I'm going home for lunch. yay pizza!