the amazing adventures of jen14221

friday kid photo

Will has a busy weekend ahead of him!  Today he has a Halloween Party in class and another in the school gym at 5:30pm.  Here he is in his Phillies baseball player outfit.

Tomorrow is of course Trick-or-Treat day, and on Sunday we are having a little party with my folks for him.

On Monday, he turns six.

Shit.  Six.  SIX!

probably should have stayed home

I was sick all week.  And this was displayed prominently at the entrance of my place of business.

Ooops.
 

just a little gassy

I was cleaning out a drawer in the buffet over the weekend and I found a stack of papers that apparently came home with Will on his last day of Pre-K, items I never saw or put aside to look through later.

Here's a good one:

The colored boxes have been added by me for emphasis.  Apparently, Will loves the Beastie Boys and Peter is not funny at all.

And the funniest thing I do?  Is fart.
 

weekend weigh-in

It was a bad week for stress-related eating.  And drinking.

Thank you for not judging me.
 

friday kid photo

My son is super-cool.  I love him so much.  I had no idea what love or fear was until I had him.  Such a fucking cliche, right?  But it's true.  I have such hopes and fears and wants for him.

And this morning I sat in bed alone and sobbed a little, because last night Will told me that he is sad because he doesn't have anyone to play with and he wants a little brother or sister.

my week

I have had one hell of a week, at times tragic and sometimes hilarious.

I flew to Philadalphia on Monday as usual, waiting for the luggage nazi to accost me and steal my carry-on, like the week prior.  He wasn't there!  Awesome, score one for me.

On Tuesday, I worked 14 hours and then went and got H A M M E R E D at Buddakan.  Lobster crepes and Kobe beef satay and chicken/ginger dumplings and king crab fried rice and a hundred glasses of pinot noir.  My buzz lasted exactly one hour and 15 minutes.  I was a little slow at the office the next day but just needed some bacon and Vitamin water to get back up to speed.

On Wednesday I had hot angry tears welling up in my eyes because I had mutiple things go wrong at the office.  I had it when I can't control things.  Need to work on this.  Minutes later, I read an e-mail that was just so stupid I had to laugh, so things were much better almost immediatley.

Today, I worked and then flew home.  My seat partner introduced himself and told me he was going to the Buffy to meet up with a CELEBRITY.  Of course I was interested, but then he showed me his card and explained he was in business with John Wayne Bobbitt.  Developing an energizing/enhancement formula.  Think PomWonderful, but for your penis.

It's almost too easy to make me happy sometimes.

ha! fooled you

GOT YOU TO COMMENT

I'm a comment whore, can you tell?  The fact that people are still reading makes my cold, dead heart warm a little, and I am thankful.  Thanks!

The fact that work blew big dicks out loud this week makes my heart grow frigid and small again.

Next week should be better.

BY THE WAY

• Have you checked out 80sJen on Twitter?  It's all about Bonne Bell Lip Smackers and Duran Duran.
• Did you know that once again, I loathe USAir?
• I built a wishlist on Amazon so my mom doesn't spaz out on what to buy me for Christmas.  The ice rink kit is for my kid, by the way.

a quickie

I'm sososososo busy.  Do you care?  I am not getting a ton of comments these days, people.  What the hell? No one is reading?  You're mean.

If I go and quit blogging because no one is reading, there are at least a few of you that will be SORRY.

 

 

 

 

Right?

a mid-week update

I got my shit together, I think.  I did end up going out and buying a big bag of cat food, and getting everything done, and I flew to Philadelphia on Tuesday morning where I've been working hard and not drinking enough this week.

I will probably drink something tonight. 

Anyway, the weather here is beautiful and on Tuesday I took a little stroll around town, thinking about how great I have it.  I mean, I have a job and a small(er) ass and wonderful family and great friends.   Tuesday was my wedding anniversary (8 years, OMG) and I saw not one - not two - but THREE brides in the Center City area.  Three Asian brides.  Getting married on a Tuesday.  And then taking pictures in Love Park. 

That made me happy.

 

Here's an Asian bride outside the Ritz.  She had just had her picture taken in front of the pink fountain (which I think they dyed pink for October's Breast Cancer Awareness Month or something; it''s usually not pink).

 

The pink fountain made me happy.

And now I'm going to go find someone to drink wine with.  Bye.

losing my mind

I think this happens about once or twice a year.  I lose my shit completely.  Last week, I flew to Philadelphia on Monday morning, worked my ass off, and then flew to Knoxville, TN for the weekend to visit our friends the Ratners.  I'm not sure where I left my brain.

CASE IN POINT

A long, drawn out story, but Peter and Will had tickets to fly from Buffalo to meet me in Philadelphia so we could all catch to the Philly to Knoxville flight together.  On Thursday afternoon, Peter calls me to tell me that he and Will have been re-routed to Charlotte due to mechanical issues with the BUF-PHL plane, and would be arriving in Knoxville really late, at 11:30pm.  This news made me irrationally angry.  I ride on planes every fucking week!  Shit happens! This kind of stuff should not affect me. 

Then, I tried to get myself flown to Charlotte so I could meet up with the boys and continue onto Knoxville together.  I was told that it would cost me $150 and there was no guarantee that I would arrive in time anyway, so I decided to stay put and I went to the bathroom and cried.  CRIED.  Oh my aching ass.

After I landed in Knoxville and parked my ass to wait for Peter and Will to arrive from Charlotte, I found out that the original Buffalo plane arrived in Philadelphia with plenty of time to make the connection to Knoxville and I punched a wall. 

No, not really.  But I wanted to.

Well, they arrived in Knoxville, safe and sound as all was well.  All that anger and those tears for nothing. 

MORE ABOUT MY BRAIN MATTER

We flew home yesterday, got in kind of late, and I went through the e-mail.  A notice from the bank was waiting for me, just a nice letter to tell me that I bounced a check.  I bounced a check for $103. What am I?  19 years old?  So sad and pathetic.  Apparently I paid a bunch of bills last week on-line, including my quarterly IRS and NYS tax payments and I forgot to move some money over.  Dumbass.

AND HOW I AM AN IRRESPONSIBLE PET OWNER

I used the last little bit of cat food to feed Petey late last night, and this morning I fed him a can of Campbell's Dora-shaped chicken soup.  Somebody kill me now.