Squee!
I just bought myself an ADORABLE cover for my Sony Pocket E-Reader!
Look at it!
Since starting work back up this week, I haven't really been sleeping that well.
Ok, let me rephrase that: I can't seem to make myself fall asleep.
This is probably due to the fact that my husband and I have randomly decided to be like giggling dorks at night when we're supposed to be sleeping. We've been laying in bed talking each night until like midnight. Mostly about work and all sorts of random things.
So last night, when I finally fell asleep, I slept so good I had a dream.
I dreamed that my husband and I were standing in a cul de sac (at night) and we were watching a two story house burn. It was a stucco house, tan, and I could see the black smoke and the large orange flames eating up the house. I started walking towards the right of the house and it looked more like apartments. This is how I know it's two story.
Fast forward to later today.
I'm at work and four of us head out to go eat lunch. We sit down and as I take a bite of my sandwich one of my co-workers says, "Hey did you hear about the house that burned down really early this morning? It was right near your house." and gives me the crossroads, that are indeed literally a mile from my house.
My jaw dropped and I stared at her and then said, "Are you serious?"
Then I told them about my dream and I got some rather bizarre looks and a lot of "That's really creepy, Jenny." in which, yeah I can agree. That is creepy.
I came home and looked up the news story and sure as shit, it's a two story house that burned down. It wasn't stucco and it wasn't in a cul de sac but it's still remarkably similar (and eerie).
Thankfully, no one was hurt in the house fire (nor was anyone in my dream in case anyone wondered).
I don't particularly think I have psychic abilities, but if I did, I'd love to dream I was pregnant. Just sayin'.
I'm telling you right now, I would not be surviving this work week if it were not for coffee. My body is rebelling against the fact that I'm making it sleep on a normal sleep schedule.
Let me point out that as much as I love coffee, I am NOT loving the coffee at the Tully's by my house. They apparently don't understand the word "sweetener" in their mochas.
Tomorrow I'm going to Starbucks because it's near the site I'm at this week. Screw you Tully's.
Today as I sat at the same table with my friends (and colleagues) I said to them, "I sincerely hope I don't sit next to that woman because she snorts."
It's totally true.
It's this weird snorting sound that she makes every so often when she breathes.
The sound annoys the hell out of me. You know how you have that one thing (or in my case like five things) that immediately annoy/piss you off?
That's this sound. The first time I got stuck sitting next to her, each time she snorted (which occurs at a rate of about once every two to five minutes, not that I'm keeping track of anything) I seriously felt like my eyeballs were going to explode.
I'm talking, intense, immediate dislike of something that made my body tense up and my eyes burn.
So since that time I've tried to avoid sitting next to her whenever possible. And today I made the stupid mistake of announcing that I was trying my hardest to not sit next to her (quietly to my friends of course).
Then later in the afternoon we had to change seats to sit by new people (because isn't that what meetings are all about? -insert eye roll-) I didn't get up because I'm lazy (I guess I could say it's because everyone else already left my area but I'll just stick with the real reason, I'm lazy.).
I wasn't paying much attention to who was wandering over and then, two to five minutes after we switched seats, directly into my right ear....
"Snergglhlgh"
Oh shit.
So much for me opening my fat trap and saying I was making a point not to sit near her. That's karma for ya.
Sonja over at The Mud and the Lotus messaged me a week or so ago and said, "Hey, have you thought about doing adoption bracelets?"
Uhm. No. Because I'm not that smart.
Sonja's brilliance sparked my inspiration to put some together. I spent hours scouring the internet to find the perfect charms to use for an adoption bracelet.
The charms I found feature a heart with a flower growing out of the top of it. I found the phrase "You Grew in My Heart" and that really touched me. It's true that children that are adopted may not have grown in our own womb, but they definitely have grown in the heart of the adoptive parent.
A lot of the adoption bracelets share the same gemstones as fertility bracelets. This is due in part that the stones have lots of different meanings to them.
So, without further ado, here are the newest bracelets! (I shall start with the adoption ones first)
The Heart of Life Adoption Bracelet
Autumn Bliss Bracelet
I Like Flowers Bracelet (made by my friend!)
Karma Has a Mustache Bracelet
Night Skies Bracelet
Sweet Pea Breeze Bracelet
Whimsical Skies Bracelet
Wish Luck Bracelet***I'm going to give fair warning that this post is going to be pretty graphic sexually, because I shall be discussing sex toys and the like. So if you are not into reading that sort of thing, you will want to not read this post.***
Ok now that I got the warning out of the way, I'll get into my story.
Sex toy parties are apparently running rampant across the U.S. (or at least in the area where I live). I swear I've been invited and have attended at least 5 in the past three years.
So tonight I end up at one all the way across town, and I only knew one of the girls really well, and the other I know just by association (ie I see her a few times a year at social functions with the mutual friend).
We get to the house and we're standing in the kitchen making small talk and one of the girls is talking and I keep staring at her because I realize she looks vaguely familiar but I can't figure out how. I shake it off as just me being a weirdo.
The sex toy party starts and one of the other girls at the party asks the girl who looks familiar what her name is. She replies and as soon as her name leaves her lips I realize that I do in fact know her.
We went to high school together.
Now, this is not a girl that I ran in the same social circles with. At all. So I hardly expect her to know who I am. Not only that, I never actually cared for her that much in high school because she always came off as being snobby.
Unfortunately for her she's still that way. Oh, she was nice, but in her "I'm better than you" way.
Whatever.
We have a grand old time discussing penises and talking about ordering sex objects. It's always amusing to me because whenever the party hostess whips out a toy, there's always a quiet giggling and then someone's whispering "I have that." and thus ensues a conversation about how the item actually works and whether it's good or not.
And there's always one person who is so open and vulgar about her sex life that opens everyone else up to discussing their sex lives too (not like, what position you do it in but you know, what toys you have and stuff).
Although, at one point I did tell my friend that I thought glass dildos were so pretty that I wanted a glass cabinet full of them to look at. And then someone chimed in that you could use them as stirring sticks because they're made out of pyrex.
The party hostess will go into a private room so you can order privately so no one will know what you've ordered. I have yet to go to to a party where I didn't know what people ordered. We all talk about it.
Hell, tonight my friend and I went in and ordered together so we could save on shipping. And then, we were going to have it all shipped to my house (the hostess kept reminding us that we'd know what the other ordered). Obviously, if we came in to order together, we already will know what the other one ordered.
Duh.
Anyway, afterward we all went to dinner and proceeded to have the most loud, vulgar discussion about porn that that particular bar has ever heard.
I'm talking, stories like, "Oh my god, we were bored so we went to red.tube and watched this black guy pull out his dick and it was like, hanging to his knees flacid!" -screams of horror-
Or my favorite story tonight was about the girl (in the porn of course) who "birthed" a football.
We all squealed in disgust at that and then we started talking about how that would actually work.
The girl who shared the story said, "Well, I don't know if the football was regulation size, but even if it was a nerf football that's some fucked up shit."
I seriously bet that no one would have ever guessed a group of ten cute, dressed up girls would ever have a conversation like that in a public bar/restaurant.
Man, I love girl's night out.
I wish I could give you some really awesome update about how super fantabulously cool my life is this week and all the cool things I've done.
Want to know what I've been doing?
Reading. And generally looking as lethargic as the kitten featured above.
Like, attached/glued to my e-reader. This week I read the Mortal Instruments series (first book is called City of Bones) by Cassandra Clare.
If you like supernatural creatures, this series will be right up your alley. It's about Shadowhunters and demons. Good stuff, man.
When I spoke to my dad today I told him that the series was "so good I couldn't put it down" and he promptly replied, "Jenna, you say that about every book you read."
Which may or may not be true. -whistles innocently-
What can I say? I deeply enjoy books.
In light of all my book lovingness, I joined goodreads.com. It's a site that lets you track the books you've read and you can write book reviews and recommend books to friends.
If you want to be my goodreads friend, go here. (duh, you know you totally want to) :)
The best part of all of this (goodreads that is) is people read such a vast majority of different books (I tend to get stuck in the same few genres) so I love seeing what other people like to read, so if you have an account I want to know what you read too. It gives me ideas of new authors and series to read and I can branch out.
I won't lie, people, I am not discriminatory against book genres. I'll read it all.
But, here are some of my favorite books/series: (in no particular order)
1. Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert - Ok SERIOUSLY I read this one three times in a year. It's so inspiring and wonderful.
2. Public Secrets by Nora Roberts- Uh, cuz every one needs to read a good romance right?
3. Sookie Stackhouse Series by Charlaine Harris
4. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand - No lie, read this one every summer. It's a long, very deep read.
5. Bitter is the New Black by Jen Lancaster - it's the first of her memoir series. Seriously, this woman makes me laugh out loud on almost every page.
I mean, I obviously love the Twilight and Harry Potter series (and more recently the Mortal Instruments series) but since Twilight and Harry Potter are referenced so often, I thought I'd include other books that I consider favorites. (and Twilight is not my favorite series, although I do like it).
If you ever want to know what I'm currently reading, be sure to check out the bottom left sidebar of my blog under "Currently Reading" as I update it often!
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