Kissing is good for what ails you. Research shows that the act of smooching improves our skin, helps circulation, prevents tooth decay, and can even relieve headaches (my fav!). It also releases the same neurotransmitters in our brains as parachuting, bungee jumping, and running. Also, men who kiss their partners before leaving for work average higher incomes than those who don’t.
I'm an affectionate person, so I totally love this.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Amazing
Probably the most amazing song I have heard in a long time. Great vocals, great lyrics, amazing message.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Thanks
Thanks for pulling me aside to tell me I am a commitment-phobe. I appreciate the sentiment. I'm glad you think I choose to date all the wrong people just because I don't choose to be with the one's you think are life partners. Maybe I see something different in who I spend my time with. Maybe I see more than what you are willing to open your eyes to. Maybe it hurts when you tell me that I am wasting my time with people who don't want to be with me and letting those who do want me slip away. Maybe just maybe one of these "wastes of time" does want to be with me. Maybe you will be surprised. Maybe you shouldn't tell me to run. Maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself. Maybe you should just be there when I need support. Maybe your should stay out. Maybe you should just let me fall on my face and let me learn the hard way. Maybe you should just let me live. Maybe I want to chase him. Maybe you have no idea what it feels like. Maybe you should back off.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Moving = Stairmaster workout extraordinaire!
Whew! My ass is killing me!!!!!!!!!! Third floor living is going to be a workout! I have done it before, but I guess I forgot how many stairs were involved. After 98234698238742398 trips up and down the stairs this weekend, my legs feel amazing. I bet I look fan-freakin-tastic! hehe
So, yes, I am all moved in. And by all moved in I mean my family hangs pictures, drapes, puts up knick-knacks....it basically looks like I have lived there my whole life. AKA: Home Sweet Home from night one. It's the way we do it. Does it make the weekend long, exhausting, and completely overwhelming...yes. Is it worth it...yes. Last night was the first night I left the house, went out somewhere and then returned to my "home" (not back with my parents...it was actually sad, I forgot to say good-bye to them when we left my sisters because I thought I would see them at home forgetting that I don't live there anymore...but I'm getting sidetracked). I returned to my new home. I threw on some sweats (AKA: sweatshirt and took off my pants, yes, we all know I hate pants), grabbed a glass of Nuva (thank you Meredith), and sat in front of the fireplace (compliments of Pammy and Bill). It felt like home. It was quiet and yes, lonely, but all in all it felt like home.
So, after all the craziness of the weekend, after the super sexy mover (hehehe), and after all the work and stress, here's to me proving that I can do it on my own, moving on, picking up the pieces, and starting a new chapter.
Come over whenever you want, guests are always welcome =)
So, yes, I am all moved in. And by all moved in I mean my family hangs pictures, drapes, puts up knick-knacks....it basically looks like I have lived there my whole life. AKA: Home Sweet Home from night one. It's the way we do it. Does it make the weekend long, exhausting, and completely overwhelming...yes. Is it worth it...yes. Last night was the first night I left the house, went out somewhere and then returned to my "home" (not back with my parents...it was actually sad, I forgot to say good-bye to them when we left my sisters because I thought I would see them at home forgetting that I don't live there anymore...but I'm getting sidetracked). I returned to my new home. I threw on some sweats (AKA: sweatshirt and took off my pants, yes, we all know I hate pants), grabbed a glass of Nuva (thank you Meredith), and sat in front of the fireplace (compliments of Pammy and Bill). It felt like home. It was quiet and yes, lonely, but all in all it felt like home.
So, after all the craziness of the weekend, after the super sexy mover (hehehe), and after all the work and stress, here's to me proving that I can do it on my own, moving on, picking up the pieces, and starting a new chapter.
Come over whenever you want, guests are always welcome =)
Friday, October 22, 2010
Why yes creepy man at the gas station, I do infact want you to invade my personal space
I live in Cleveland.
It's the end of October.
It's cold here.
And by cold, I mean I had to thaw out my car for a few minutes before I could pull out of my driveway this morning, and then I drove into work with my scarf wrapped around me.
Should I have stopped to get gas last night when it was 30 degrees warmer, there was some light out, and I was completely awake...yes, but, well, you know how that goes....shoulda, coulda, woulda....didn't.
I instead opted to stop this morning, in the dark, half asleep (still grumpy from being awake all night....whole other story, haha), and in the 33 degree Cleveland weather. Good choice Jenna, good choice.
The two people who might legitimately think it was a good choice are the random men who decided that I looked cold and in need of a hug to warm up.
Really??? Yes people, this did happen. One on my way in to the store reached out for me and I kind of stepped away. The other, I was not so lucky.
I was standing in line, shivering a little, Red Bull in hand (breakfast of champions). My eyes were half shut so I was not completely sure what was happening, and before I knew it I heard, "Oh my, you look cold" and there were arms wrapped around me. It was awkward, and slightly intimidating. This is me we are talking about though, so of course, I just smiled in the nicest way I could (tried not to be rude) and said "Well, it's pretty chilly outside, but I'm good." In my head thinking....hey creepy stranger, back off, I may be small, but I'm like a ninja and I will cut you!
Ok, maybe my thoughts weren't that extreme, he might have been very nice. And, to be honest, in his defense, I have previously stated that running gives me a nice ass and I am wearing good butt jeans today, maybe he just wanted to cop a feal....but really, don't hug people you don't know in the gas station at 7am before they have had caffeine!!!!!
It's the end of October.
It's cold here.
And by cold, I mean I had to thaw out my car for a few minutes before I could pull out of my driveway this morning, and then I drove into work with my scarf wrapped around me.
Should I have stopped to get gas last night when it was 30 degrees warmer, there was some light out, and I was completely awake...yes, but, well, you know how that goes....shoulda, coulda, woulda....didn't.
I instead opted to stop this morning, in the dark, half asleep (still grumpy from being awake all night....whole other story, haha), and in the 33 degree Cleveland weather. Good choice Jenna, good choice.
The two people who might legitimately think it was a good choice are the random men who decided that I looked cold and in need of a hug to warm up.
Really??? Yes people, this did happen. One on my way in to the store reached out for me and I kind of stepped away. The other, I was not so lucky.
I was standing in line, shivering a little, Red Bull in hand (breakfast of champions). My eyes were half shut so I was not completely sure what was happening, and before I knew it I heard, "Oh my, you look cold" and there were arms wrapped around me. It was awkward, and slightly intimidating. This is me we are talking about though, so of course, I just smiled in the nicest way I could (tried not to be rude) and said "Well, it's pretty chilly outside, but I'm good." In my head thinking....hey creepy stranger, back off, I may be small, but I'm like a ninja and I will cut you!
Ok, maybe my thoughts weren't that extreme, he might have been very nice. And, to be honest, in his defense, I have previously stated that running gives me a nice ass and I am wearing good butt jeans today, maybe he just wanted to cop a feal....but really, don't hug people you don't know in the gas station at 7am before they have had caffeine!!!!!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Who you gonna call....GHOSTBUSTERS!
Yep, that's right. It's official. I'm being haunted.
Have you ever seen "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past"? Probably not, it wasn't very good despite having Jennifer Garner and Matthew McConaug-HEY. Don't get me wrong, I love me some serious chick flick even when they aren't great, and Emma Stone made a fantastic showing in her rising career....but I'm getting off topic (ADD, I know).
Back to me being haunted. My ghosts are of my dating past. From the insignificant, to the mildly hurtful, to the completely heartbreaking, my ghosts have decided to all re-appear within 24 hours of each other. I will take the blame for only one....of course it is the gut wrenching scariest ghost of all that is my fault.
But really, it is like men have a 6th sense that lets them know when maybe, just maybe I might for 24 hours be handling life on my own and think I can do it without anyone and then they all swarm in and remind me how much at one point I wanted them in my life. So, what do I do to ease the scary moment, to get past the fear of the ghosts lingering in every corner of my brain.....drugs. No, not literally, I am not a crazy person, but I have my drug of choice. It's warm, and cozy, and soft, and it fills me up when I need it. My drug rarely touches my lips like candy, but it still makes my heart race like sugar in my blood. Does it make me crash and burn in withdrawal, yep. But I got my high. I had temporary relief from my ghosts. I wish my drug was more, I've tried, but at this point I will take what I can get because I'm not willing to give it up. I'm too haunted to let go, and see too much good to not want more.
Halloween might be right around the corner, but this girl is going to try and have her ghosts killed by then.
Have you ever seen "Ghosts of Girlfriends Past"? Probably not, it wasn't very good despite having Jennifer Garner and Matthew McConaug-HEY. Don't get me wrong, I love me some serious chick flick even when they aren't great, and Emma Stone made a fantastic showing in her rising career....but I'm getting off topic (ADD, I know).
Back to me being haunted. My ghosts are of my dating past. From the insignificant, to the mildly hurtful, to the completely heartbreaking, my ghosts have decided to all re-appear within 24 hours of each other. I will take the blame for only one....of course it is the gut wrenching scariest ghost of all that is my fault.
But really, it is like men have a 6th sense that lets them know when maybe, just maybe I might for 24 hours be handling life on my own and think I can do it without anyone and then they all swarm in and remind me how much at one point I wanted them in my life. So, what do I do to ease the scary moment, to get past the fear of the ghosts lingering in every corner of my brain.....drugs. No, not literally, I am not a crazy person, but I have my drug of choice. It's warm, and cozy, and soft, and it fills me up when I need it. My drug rarely touches my lips like candy, but it still makes my heart race like sugar in my blood. Does it make me crash and burn in withdrawal, yep. But I got my high. I had temporary relief from my ghosts. I wish my drug was more, I've tried, but at this point I will take what I can get because I'm not willing to give it up. I'm too haunted to let go, and see too much good to not want more.
Halloween might be right around the corner, but this girl is going to try and have her ghosts killed by then.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sleep Deprived
It appears as though the more sleep I need the less I am getting. For reasons I am somewhat aware of, and somewhat not admitting to myself I am not sleeping. What am I choosing to do this time....run. Yep. I am not going to mope (well, ok, I probably am, but whatever, don't judge), I am going to run until I am where I need to be. Emotionally, physically, spiritually.....keep running until I get there. Whew, I am gonna love my ass at the end of this (hehe, running gives me a nice butt).
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