Yes. That is all.

-Jacq

Fun Nights

So I've spent the majority of the last two days & nights with my mom. Which of course tends towards strange conversations that range from clothes, to movies, to pets, to strange posts & words to people we know. Yeah. We're a little eclectic. 

We've watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs 2, Corpse Bride, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Nightmare Before Christmas, Sleepy Hollow, the Patriot, S.W.A.T. and now we are watching The Labyrinth with David Bowie. :-) yeah we watch a lot of different movies. 

Of course it's now 7 am in the morning and so they, by they I mean both of my parents, are conversing and bickering. 

Of course they are bickering over how to store garlic. I don't really know why my dad is arguing when he doesn't even like garlic anyway. But hey. That's my parents for you. 

They were just conversing about how my dad had some 2 by 4s to put around the bottom of my patio so that my dog can be out there with me. The space is big enough that she can flatten her hips and just shimmy on out. So she hasn't been allowed to go out there with me which makes her sad. And I'm a little bit of a sucker for real, true sad puppy dog eyes. Enough of one that every time the "arms of an angel" commercial with all the sad dogs of the ASPCA come on I have to switch the channel, otherwise I start crying. 

My mom does the same thing. So at least I know where I get it. 

Speaking of the Labyrinth my BFFSFAM randomly texted me a while back, and by a while back I mean probably like when she was like 2&1/2 to 3 months with a bun in the oven. So it's been a while. She randomly texted me "you remind me of the babe" and I was just like huh?wth?! She then led me through the whole thing and I ended up watching the movie again for the first time in years. 

David Bowie is waaaay hot in this movie. 

Patrick Swayze is waaaay hot in the Roadhouse. 

I dig the older guys from old movies. Like why do we not have these men for my generation??? Did they run out of all the Uber hot, uber amazing genes when they were creating my generations actors. I'm not going to lie, there are some really great looking ones, but some of the guys the ladies crush on that are from movies these days I'm just like "no." 

When my mom and I were about to watch Nightmare Before Christmas, I looked at her and flat out said "I'm going to sing along with all the songs, but I won't quote the lines like I know I can." All she did was give me a dirty look. 

I thought it was kind of funny. 

I do admit to having a Tim Burton obsession. I think he makes some amazing movies. 

Anyway after that we watched Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp. That's another man I have an obsession with. He's hot & an amazing actor, so yeah. 

Chibi Jack Sparrow is adorable. And I eventually want this as a tattoo. Don't ask me where. I have plenty of ideas of tattoos it's just getting the money together, finding an amazing artist and knowing where I want it that gets me every time. My next tattoo is actually going to be the eyes & mouth of the Cheshire Cat with the Mad Hatter's hat on it. 

I also want to get the semicolon tattoo. The little ";" symbol. I love what it stands for. The idea that the author could have ended the sentence, yet chose to continue it. It can be applied to so many different things in life. Like depression, suicide, bipolar, and any other mental illness that could end someone's life. 

That's enough sad though. 

Also since I was still at my parents when my dad got up I got to eat his cooking. My mom has also cooked food for me this weekend too. 

Let me tell you, there's no food like free food that your parents cook you. :-) 

And I leave you with this:

-Jacq

Small Kids

So Lil Miss, my two year old niece, sometimes tries to throw tantrums. Now when I was two I threw tantrums. I would physically throw myself on the ground and pitch a fit. My parents would ignore me, and if we were in public would walk off of they would tell me to get up or I'd get a butt busting. 

No, my parents did not beat me or abuse me. It's called discipline. I advise all you parents to learn how to do it, or that kid of yours is going to walk all over you like you are a doormat. 

Which is why I don't understand why some parents feel the need to be best friends with their kids while their kids are kids. I mean I can understand once the kids are grown, but while they are still kids? No. My mom prolly became my best friend about my senior year. Okay probably more like my Junior year. 

Anyway now when my niece tries to throw a tantrum I'm just like "you're about 19 years too late for that."  It's always entertaining though. 

I have now seen two adorable movies. The Boxtrolls and Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs 2. Both are absolutely adorable. I totally recommend both of them. 

-Jacq

Apartment Life

Honestly, I sincerely like my apartment complex.

My upstairs neighbors? Mmmm. Not so much.

For one I don't know which of them it is, but one of them sits on the stairs and smokes. No. Not Cool. Your cigarette smoke drifts into my apartment. I do not smoke. I think it's nasty. It smells bad, and it causes all sorts of health issues too. I know you sit on the stairs and smoke because I have seen teh butts, and also I walk into my apartment and the smell of cigarette smoke is in my face immediately.  If you want to smoke, that's cool. All I ask is that you don't smoke around me, but if you are one of my friends that smokes I don't mind hanging with you while you smoke. I'll make sure to stay upwind though.

Second, the one directly above me? Not a damn clue what in the world they do. I would swear that they are always home, and they move about from living room to their patio, I can hear them open their patio door, constantly during the day. Also there was someone on their patio one day when I drove home on one of my evening shifts to take my dog potty. The guy was old enough to be my grandfather at least, and he asked me where so and so lived and addressed me as Princess.

Um no. I'm a queen & I got my shit handled OK.

Also really creepy.

Really, Really, Really creepy.

Uber creepy. To the nth degree of creepy.

Now, I can take a compliment, and I can also turn all ultra-feminist when someone, anyone is being a douche, but calling me Princess and you being old enough to be my grandpa? Yeah, that just freaks me out more than a little bit.

Anyway, away from the status of my creepy neighbor, I haven't seen that guy again though so that's a plus. I really like my apartment.

Just sometimes, it suddenly hits me when I'm digging through my purse trying to find my apartment keys and deciding whether or not to check my mail first, that, holy crap. This is my apartment. Yeah I know. I've already been in it for four months now, you'd think it would have sunk in by now, but sometimes the level of adult I exist at kind of spazzes me out.

I just suddenly realize that hey, I've been functioning pretty well as an adult on my own. No reliance on parents to pay for 90% of my stuff, and nobody telling my that I need to clean (I do pretty well on my own reminding myself that hey the carpet looks more like dog hair so you should probably vacuum, or that the dishes need to be put up from the dishwasher & it needs to be reloaded, or that I need to do some laundry) anything at all.

It's strange sometimes what you can do when you believe in yourself. Those first two months were a little crazy for me. I kept expecting to wake up and it all have been a dream. Just a fanciful dream, but I wake up in my apartment, and sometimes the relief I feel is a bit outrageous.

There are of course those times where I panic a little and am like "The hell am I supposed to be doing? What is so huge and amazing about being an adult? Like why was this the goal?" That goes along with those times where I didn't follow my planned budget so I'm eating ramen, and trying to stretch what money I have until the next payday.

I willingly admit that at one point I ran out of money shortly after payday because I went a little crazy and forgot about some other things that I still had to pay. I only had to eat ramen for a week though, and I don't actually always eat three meals. Usually at most I eat two, and sometimes just one.

Other times I am really happy because I can look around my apartment, and I'm just like "Look at me. Look at how well I am adulting. This isn't quite so hard as I thought it would be!"

Sometimes I feel a little crazy, and other times I feel extraordinarily sane. It differs with every day.

-Jacq

Descriptions

Honestly these are just a few things that sort of kind of describe my life/self. M

I am very much a Taurus.

And one that I just think people need to read. 

-Jacq

Life Keeps Moving On

I must have started half a dozen posts in the last two or so weeks. I just mentally start them, like a story in my head that never sees the light of day. That describes a lot of things I think of though. I'm no longer that little girl with no brain-to-mouth filter. I stop and think on things first. Occasionally if I am really comfortable with who I'm around, I'll turn my filter off, and just let it all spill out like word vomit.

Speaking of thinking on things, there are so many times a day where I wish people would think before they speak or act. People can be so judgmental sometimes.

I know I can be, but I really try very hard to not be. I don't know what makes someone else happy. I don't know what trials someone else is going through, or has already been through. Maybe that grumpy person just found out that their significant other is having an affair with someone, or that someone they love just told them they found out that they have an incurable disease or some form of cancer that they have to go through extensive chemotherapy for.

You never know what someone else is going through, and you can't always walk in their shoes.

There was a man to-yesterday morning, who called my mom & I "fat ass lesbians." We were both dressed to go do some walking, because we do need to insert more exercise in our lives since we both work the night shifts now, although I still maintain the hope that I will be able to switch to the day shift soon-ish. So we were both tired, and we had met at my apartment so that I could change out of my uniform for work into some appropriate clothes. Not that he knew this, but still it was very rude of him. It irritated my mom enough that she posted on Facebook about it.

People today can be so open, and welcoming, and yet they are still outnumbered by those who judge first. One of my favorite verses still to this day that I hold true to my heart is Matthew 7:1-3

"Judge not lest ye be judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged; and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?"

That is of course the King James Version. I'm a sucker for old words. Don't ask me why. I just feel that sometimes they sound & flow better than some of today's more modern words. Now I wouldn't consider myself one of those people who just picks and chooses what they agree with from the Bible. I usually just ignore the entire thing, and when someone starts to go off on a tangent about this and this verse, and how it applies to this or that, I usually really want to start with a whole hell of a lot of what comes from, I think it's Leviticus? Whichever book in the Bible is all about what you should and shouldn't do, for example wearing clothes made from more than one material, how to handle a woman's bleeding, etc etc.

People really get my goat sometimes.

On the plus side this week I'm off Friday and Saturday. :-) I've already made some awesome plans, and by that I mean I'll get off work Friday, go home and sleep some, and then head out to my Parental Units place and do some craft stuff with my mom. Saturday I'm babysitting three boys who's ages range from I think it's like 7/8 to 11? They're pretty cool kids though, so I'm actually really excited.

Strange that I'm in my early 20s, but feel more connected to kids than most people in my age group. I think there are about six people who are my age, not related to me, and that I can actually stand to hang around with. Which while at times others will probably think is really sad, I must disagree with them.

After all, there is a difference between being alone, and being lonely. I wouldn't wish being lonely on anyone, but I believe that no one truly is able to be with others, without being able to be alone by themselves first.

It's one of those ways I differ from a lot of other women. I don't really have the urge to be around people constantly, and I love to be by myself. I don't mind doing things by myself. Sure it is a lot more fun to do things with other people, but more than 90% of the time I like to experience things by myself.

That's really one of the reasons I'll miss working the night shift, but I would like to have more of a life, and I am looking forward to seeing the daylight more often, and having a more regular sleep schedule.

Have I shared my love of this season? Everything gets so much more festive, and I love to decorate for it! Now that I'm living on my own I can decorate for the fall, with individual decorations for each holiday. Currently I have little window sticky things on my patio window. One side has a scarecrow, some leaves, a couple of pumpkins, and acorns. The other has blood ones. Makes me smile every time I see it when I drive home and park. I am very excited to get some more of them, and since I live not paycheck to paycheck, but paycheck to four days before paycheck, I'll be looking at my local dollar trees. We now have two. :) Which thrills me because now I won't have to drive so far to get to one.

I also look forward to dressing for Halloween. My costume is the Queen of Hearts, or the Red Queen, and my mom decided that she's going to be the Mad Hatter. I already have the hat for that, because I have more than a small obsession with the Alice in Wonderland movies/stories.

When I was out walking with my mom the yesterday I asked her a question.

Do Turtles hibernate?
According to google they do. They can hibernate for up to 8 months out of the year. I learned that a good rule of thumb is that the further from the equator the species are and occur naturally the more likely it is to hibernate.
They also have periods of estivation which is where they are inactive during hot, dry months.

Crazy what you can learn with a little research. Now I know why Sam like to do it.

That's a Supernatural reference if you didn't quite know who I was talking about.

Have a fabulous day, also I downloaded the app for this! So expect more frequent updates!

-Jacq