Is Anyone Out There?

Does anyone still read this?  I thought so.  Do you see my 17 followers?

It's been a minute.  Some things about me (now).  I'm still bored.  I'm like 100 years old, I'm married. We live in Botanical Heights in St. Louis, MO.  Currently, my brother-in-law's dog is here.  He (the dog) is staying the night.  I hope he (still, the dog) survives.

Earlier today, I was doing my chores while wearing a weight vest.  I looked very cool.  It resembles a bulletproof vest.  I went outside and wondered what people might be thinking if they saw me.

I work for the same company, but have moved up the ladder.  We revamped our customer service model and method and department.  It's been a year and a half, we're still learning and growing as a group.

I have zero cats, so that's sad.

This afternoon we're playing 9 holes.

My husband and I are headed to Nashville in October.  It is his 15th year college reunion - it took me at least 13 minutes to try to word that correctly..  15th college year reunion?  15th college reunion?  You guys and gals are smart.  You get it.

For lunch I picked some veggies out of a pasta salad my mom made for me.  Then, I had a protein smoothie.  And finally a homemade (thanks, mom) "Big Kahuna".  It's called BALANCE.  And I'm stuffed, so we were successful.

Here's a wedding pic.

I like to call this one "Woo."

Have a good weekend.  Catch me in 2023.

It's been more than a year...

Ummmmmm.  This is awkward.

Happy March 2016 (!!), raise your hand if you have a Four Leaf Clover tattoo... (I don't.)

See you next year.

Seriously.

I Thought it Was Wednesday

I was trying to come up with a catchy title for Wednesday, but alas... it's next Tuesday! My bad.

It's price increase time at my day job. Which means I'm mad at the world. Seriously, I was for about a week. It's less overwhelming now because we're a week in, but I mean, just don't talk to me.

Let's talk about "working from home" - I truly believe my mother is the only one who literally works from home. I think everyone else just says it. "I'm working from home today!" means I'm sleeping in, logging in around 10, taking a 2 hour lunch at 11, and logging off at 3 - because I have to go to the grocery store. Why don't you just take the day off? I don't get it. Is it to save PTO? Don't you have to take an ethics exam? That's not very ethical.

Mom and I have been going to yoga every Monday for like 5 weeks. We're very bendy. Seriously though, I dig it. The teacher definitely makes a difference. We also take it VERY seriously. Not.

Tomorrow, we're gonna "cycle" - the new fancy schmancy term for "spin". I'm gonna meet you halfway and go with "spinsies!"

This weekend is an indoor soccer tourney, my boo LGrang is coming in town for it. We probably will end up forfeiting because the stupid boys on our team always sign us up for shit without enough girls. So we spend all of our energy searching the valleys and mountains of Missouri for girls that play soccer. I'm not exaggerating. It's also the car show. Vroom vroom, baby.

Happy whatever day it is. I gotta poop.

Toots-day

I have the best story ever, but I can't tell it. My mom would murder me, and she's the only one that reads this. But it has to do with toots - like from the butt.

Also, I promised you pics of moi from NYE, and I shall not disappoint.

Here I am. Ain't I somethin'?

And here I am really freakin' annoyed at my super wonderful boyfriend:

I like the angry look. It suits me.

Also, check out my badass mani.

Alright, well, that's it. Inquire within for the toots-day story. New New Girl and Mindy tonight. 

WHO THE F SWITCHED MY SCROLL TO MOVE THE SCREEN OPPOSITE MY TRACKPAD? UGHHHHHHHHHHHH NOT. FUNNY.

PS  I feel like everyone is reading Amy Poehler's book, Yes Please, are you?

Manic Monday

I meant to post this yesterday, whoops. But here's what I had to say. So pretend, K?

This Monday really is freakin' manic. Most of us are back to work (me). 

Did you see Granger's blog? Homegirl is on a roll. I can't wait till she talks about online dating... hahaha... who's done it? Spill it.

Lots of things happened this weekend... 
Stuart Scott died. That was terribly sad. I don't know Stuart personally, nor do I watch SportsCenter religiously. But I can tell by the way everyone else spoke of him what an incredible man and friend and father he was. I did see his ESPYs Jimmy V Perseverance award acceptance speech. At the end he said, "When you die, it does not mean that you lose to cancer. You beat cancer by how you live, why you live, and in the manner in which you live." and then he asked his daughter to come up on stage and give him a hug, and I'm pretty sure one of those lovely ladies in the same row told her to leave her shoes... Those are my kind of people! Seriously though, isn't that it? He nailed it. "You beat cancer by how you live, why you live, and in the manner in which you live." A motto for all to live by - even if their demon isn't cancer. RIP Stuart Scott, and may God bless those affected personally by his death. And fuck you cancer. 

Here's this if you haven't seen it.

I saw Wild and Unbroken. Now, I may have underestimated Wild and overestimated Unbroken, but I liked Wild A LOT, and did not like Unbroken all that much. I think you should read Unbroken.

New Year's Eve happened. Happy 2015 errbody. That was a fun night. Our little double date ended at Hiro, watching the Food Network at the bar. For like over an hour. I have a pic somewhere. My shirt had fringe, self high-five!

I finished all 9 season of HIMYM. Not at once. I just mean, I finally finished. I remember everyone being unhappy about the finale. I thought it was sweet. I mean, SPOILER ALERT, the mom dies, and I understand that all nine seasons were essentially built around this girl, but still. Ted and Robin, finally, so we can stop hearing about it. Ugh. I heard there was an alternate ending, yes? No? Anyone seen it?

Check this out. Dad, me and mom - senior pics. Break me off a piece of that!

Yoga tonight. I'm such a yogi. I got my very own mat for Christmas. It's green. Der.

Hello angels.

PEACE.

Call the Cops.

Call the Cops. There's a robbery in progress... Granger about to steal the showwwwwww.

It's a song, guyz, calm your shit (Nelly's "Steal the Show")

My bestie, LEG, is starting her own blog. Yahoo! She typos a lot when we text and email, and she knows it, and she knows I hate it! I used to delete her Facebook comments when she typo-ed. I just hate it. Sometimes I make her re-tweet (not RT, but do it over) at me when she typos in the first one. IG won't let me delete comments, so that's good for her. And stressful for me. All I'm saying is, ignore them. She means well.

We saw The Fray together, so here's a picture of the concert. I am blogging from work (shocking) and I don't have pictures here. GRANGER SEND ME (at work) A GOOD PICTURE OF US!

Merry Christmas. Mine was awesome, how was yours? Happy New Year.

Glory Day

Guys, there was this one high school basketball game I played in. I mean I played in a thousand, but this one game will always stand out. We lost 1000 - 10. Uh, basically. I think the real score was like 84-26. No chance, right?

The particular school we were playing was and will always be a great rival of mine, mostly because of my loyalty to the red, white and black. AND this specific team had 5 (FIVE!) potential D1 NCAA starters - There was one girl who ended up playing volleyball in college instead of basketball. That's the only reason for my use of "potential" - One individual on said team went on to play in the WNBA, and professionally around the world.  She is currently coaching for George Mason University.

Let me tell you, this young woman was clearly the best basketball talent I ever came across, and I played in a lot of tournaments, I went to invite only camps, and I NEVER saw anyone with even close to the same poise, talent, and discipline of this athlete.

Which brings back to this one game... I, Jessica Leigh Wilson of Chesterfield, MO, picked Dionnah Jackson's crossover SO CLEAN, it was like buttering a piece of bread, with margarine. I mean it was so easy. I was stunned. She probably remembers, too, because I bet it only happened that one time in high school... or ever.

What happened after isn't important... BUT, what a great moment, right! I'm pretty sure I autographed the stat book that night, or at least suggested I should get to... right next to 33 Jessica Wilson SG. Steals 1. Nevermind that I was high scorer that night with 8 pts - I had that one steal, that one fabulous steal.

Wishing everyone at least one fabulous moment this holiday season! Merry Christmas!