What is with all the  all over the place????

 every where!

I don’t even know what  means.

Irritating.  Wordpress - I will make you my bitch. 

(But I’m too easily frustrated to figure out how to get them to work with Wordpress.  And I used to be called a geek!)

I sat in the bathroom while a fly flew in circles.  I giggled to myself as it repeatedly flew face first in to the mirror.  Over and over, crash!  Over and over, giggling.

Until I realized that I do the same thing every day.  Run head first into the wall thinking that I see something on the other side.  Never remembering that I got hurt last time too.

People, I’m not sure what the hell I’ve done here.  I got the bug up my ass to switch hosts in February.  And I did, and then I ignored it for two months.  Sorry?  Busy?

Then I decided that I really needed to get on board with some actual blogging software.  Let’s face it, hand coding everything in Frontpage wasn’t doing anything to save me time.

I’ll pause for a moment as the internet gasps at the absolute rudimentary way I published this website for two years.  Yes, it was more difficult, but I had lots of control and and I learned a lot, and there was a time when I actually had enough free time to do it that way.  Now I eat meals while driving and see my couch only on weekends so it’s time for something simpler.  And no offense Wordpress, but you are SIMPLE baby. 

I’m not a fan of the looks of the place, but I need to focus on getting my archives back online.  Yes, my Frontpage wizardry will require me to transfer all 243 posts by hand.  Urgggggulegurg.  However, in a pure stroke of genius I am preparing to jet off to the great Northern Arizona to relax and take in classic rock band.  Very similar to the vacation I took just after transferring to a new host, and them promptly forgetting about the place.

I promise it will not be another two months before you see me here again.  It will (and can only) get better from here.  In the mean time I toil and sweat to try to return this place to what it once was.  I was very proud of this website, the time I put into it, and the way it reflected me.  Some day I hope to feel that way again.

This site is more or less to remind me to laugh. It has the added benefit of keeping me from drinking in the afternoon*. I’m ambitious, but a perfectionist with little time or self discipline. No promises on this site ever being updated regularly, or that it will you make you laugh. This is just for me.

There’s not much back story you need to follow along.  I like live music, tequila, carbohydrates, polite boys and email.  Not necessarily in that order.

jen{at}jenallday{dot}com

*You don’t know if I’m kidding do you?

The Facts

I was born and raised in Arizona.  That’s not common here.

I moved to Virginia when I was 22.

I moved back to Arizona when I was 23.

I forced myself to enjoy every second I was in Virginia.  It wasn’t hard to do.

I have freckles everywhere.

I have laugh lines, finally.  I’ve had worry lines since I was fifteen.

My foot is sore almost every day.  My Grandma says I’m aging faster then her.

I still don’t have grey hair, which is a god damn miracle.

I can’t hide my emotions very well, or at all.

I have my Dad’s eyelashes.  I got almost everything else from my Mom.  Except the legs, those came courtesy Grandpa.

I have a bottle of water, my camera and cell phone with me 98% of the time, yet I don’t drink enough water, take enough pictures or keep in touch very well.  No one would accuse me of not text messaging enough.

I hate shopping, I would never buy clothes if the ones I had didn’t wear out.

I think I hate shopping mostly because nothing ever fits. My legs are longer then every person I know.

I do all my thinking while driving. This is why crazy gas prices make me angry.

Ugly feet freak me out.

Birds and guns scare the living shit out of me.

I’m obsessed with music.  I routinely spend more money on going to shows then on actually purchasing music.

I’m a little OCD and a little ADD. I think this is a good balance, it works for me.

I’m a discouraged perfectionist.

I believe in soul mates. I’ve met a few of mine already.

Most people in my life would say I’m a pessimist. The people who have actually learned me know that isn’t entirely true.

I email myself.  A lot.

When I’m stressed I chew on the inside of my cheek, and I sleep the entire day away.

I’m chronically late. I really hate that about me.

I don’t like smoking. I started to be a brat, I quit for three years, then I started again. I don’t know why I started again.

I get a goofy car smile when I’m happy

I can never have enough hot dogs, apple juice, tequila, Texas Roadhouse, garlic bread or potatoes.

I’m a klutz.

I currently have a black heart.  People sure do hate it when I say that.  I guess because they don’t understand.

This black heart does not keep me from loving my friends, family and pets so much it hurts.

I would sleep ten hours a night if I could, and frequently sleep 12+ on the weekends.  But I can’t seem to get myself in bed during the week.

If the dogs don’t like you it’s a safe bet I will never feel comfortable around you.  I think they only dislike people who are hiding something.

If you treat my cats as annoyances, I’ll be annoyed with you.  This is their home, and I don’t swat your kids when they annoy the cats.

I don’t like to add bad words to my text message dictionary, it feels dirty.  But I won’t hesitate to call you a ducker through text, should the need arise.  (Update 8-11-06:  Officially added fucker to the dictionary on the phone.  It was necessary.)

I wear men’s deodorant, it just smells better.