First page of the water archive.

uh, that’s not the kind of baptism I meant, but okay. It’ll do.

Posted by jessica on Feb 9, 2010 with 15 Comments
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Basically life gets funnier when I open my mouth.

Well, that, and more embarrassing.

Like tonight, when I was innocently referring to how my friend came over and showed up with a small bag of cookies, but ended up saying this:

And then Jimmy showed up with his small package…

But then I couldn’t even finish my thought because I realized what it sounded like I had said and so I started laughing while trying to explain that there was a huge difference between what I said and what I meant.

But, really.

His small package?!?

Yeah, we then spent the rest of the night trying to shimmy that little gem of a phrase into as many of our conversations as possible.

And thank God for humor. I was talking to a friend of mine who has been well acquainted with grief herself and we both agreed that sometimes it comes down to either laughing or dying.

And so it’s really nice when there are moments that make the former option easy.

And it’s also nice when you play games with your family and you find yourself doing something as dumb as pouring water over your head because you’re playing Truth or Dare and you had tried to give that little dare to your mom, but she turned around with a rebound card and there you are, poised with the water over your head, thinking how this is not one of the worst things you’ve had to endure, by far.

But don’t take my word for it.

See for yourself.

z-pac, work your magic

Posted by jessica on Jul 22, 2009 with No Comments
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I am under strict orders from my husband to do absolutely nothing.

And now, while he’s at work, he keeps texting me with this question: are you drinking your water?
At which point I proceed to grab my trusty water bottle that is sitting nearby, take a sip, and then text back: yes.
It would seem that Drew is not in love with the idea of a sick wife, not if he can help it, anyway.
And he has helped it. He took me to the doctor this morning, after three straight days of my fever not breaking, has proceeded to cancel my pilates class I was supposed to teach tomorrow (which is a real bummer; I truly enjoy it), and even forbade me from cleaning the house tonight.
I guess he’s really worried about me; usually he truly appreciates a clean house.
So I am laying like a lump on my bed, surrounded by books, cats, and my computer, waiting for the z-pac the doctor gave me to kick in…But well, being sick is kind of boring. And frustrating. Here I am, at home, and not able to hang out with any of the fantastic people I am so wanting to see; I am with my piano, but being sick takes all the creativity right out of me, it seems.
Isn’t it ironic? as Alanis Morissette would say.
But I am going to trust that tomorrow is going to find me feeling much better, that I will be back to my self again and ready to take on the world.
Or at least, you know, Newark, Delaware.

beaching

Posted by jessica on Jul 2, 2009 with No Comments
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It’s been a little while, I know. And I’m sorry. Part of it is because the place I am staying does not have one bit of wireless. But it seems a fair trade for the ocean as our backyard, I’d say. The other part is that I am at the beach with some of my [...]