Cullman, Alabama Trip #3

I visited my wonderful mister over the weekend and we walked around the lake again at sunset. The weather was perfect, and the flowers were just gorgeous. This was after we had a great day thrifting, and I found that 1980's romper with adorable anchor buttons, and Allen found that plaid shirt that felt like it had never been worn, ALL FOR A DOLLA FIDDY! Well not the two combined. My romper was $3 or sumfin like that.

 I had to get a picture of my tootsies, because I actually took the time to make them cool and artsy fartsy like other bloggers. I just couldn't get over them and how they matched my shoes, but if you look closely you'll see all of the poop. The ducks and geese were adorable, but there were poop land mines everywhere. The ducks in that picture were just a talking to each other. I wonder what they were saying. Probably something like, "That's a well dressed couple, I bet they got their clothes for really cheap at a thrift store." Thanks ducks, we did.

 I was really proud of how all of these photos turned out. I think I'm still improving a bit and better learning my camera. This makes me very happy as sometimes I can feel like I'm at a standstill. It also helped that I had my mister man around to keep me in a good mood and to inspire wonderful pictures :P. Anyways enough about that. I think y'all already know how much I adore him. Though I'll just say he's so handsome and sweet and funny and supportive and talented...ok now I'm done.

It was so stinkin hot during the day. It said it was only 90, but it was SO humid and there really was no wind. I thought we were both going to melt when we ended up playing put put. Oh yeah the point of complaining about how hot it was was to say that I'm glad we went to the lake at sundown, because it was very much cooler, and I didn't have sweaty boobs. Let me tell you...actually I don't need to tell you, because most of the people who read my blog identify as women, and they know what a burden sweaty boobs are. Ugh. Sucks, amiright? Someone needs to invent little fans/vents in bras. 

 Well my photo dump is at its end. I hope you enjoyed them. My little heart is jumping for joy, because I am going to get my new Macbook Pro Retina that my Papa bought me tomorrow, and THEN I get to visit Camp Mcdowell this coming Saturday where Allen counsels. How lucky am I? Of course I'll blog about it. I should just change the title of this blog to "I get to see this hot, wonderful guy named Allen and here's where I gush about it." 

Till next time,

Jess

The Best and Worst of Times

Here's a video of me trying my damnedest to learn a few common phrases in Icelandic. It's hard, and as a result there are two naughty English expletives in it, sorry Mumzie. As you all as my witnesses, I will get these phrases down! It is currently 4:45 am, and I could not/can not sleep. A lot of exciting things are happening in my life right now, and I can't settle down and lie down long enough to fall asleep. I have to leave at 7 to go see Allen anyways so I might as well pass the time by making thing post.

All Tied Up

Wow, thank you all for the great reception I got on the last post. I was afraid that it wouldn't be read since it was on the longer end, but I loved opening up and showing a little more about myself. Every post won't be like that, but I'd like to keep it up. Today was actually a pretty good day despite the fact that all of it was spent in the library. I guess it's a good thing I ended up looking like a bit of an IT guy who shrunk his tie in the wash (I say this affectionately!!). I also got to talk to Mister Man for a whole 57 minutes!! Ah! We had quite the lovely conversation and even though I spent only 20 minutes of it in the sun, I burned up like the crumbs that fall into the drip pan on the stove! (See what wonderful similes you get when you read my stuff? WIN!)

Speaking of the tie though, I saw it in the kids section of the thrift store, and I don't know why, but my mind told me, "Jessica, you must buy it and wear it." "With what?" I asked my mind. "Everything." it replied. So that's basically the story of how I acquired this tiny little clip-on tie that I love oh so much. It'll probably be making more appearances and not really make sense with my outfit, but I honestly don't care. I think if I'm confident enough about it, it'll work itself out. Right?! Right. Maybe it'll catch on, because I'm so cool (heh, right).

Oh goodness, I do have some wonderful news! I get to see Allen Friday...BUT ALSO! I'm going to Iceland and Boston with my grandparents for my birthday possibly! Why is this exciting for you, reader? I don't know...I guess, because you'll get to see totally cool photos and get some neato Iceland facts like: Iceland has more than 20 volcanoes and the energy of the Iceland volcanoes and vents is used by geothermal power stations and supplies the heating to around 85% of all households. WOW! Thanks Jessica! I'm probably mostly excited about the horses and puffins and Kleina pastries, but I'm also excited to have some quality time with the G's (grandparents). Just don't ask me to try and translate/name anything, because holy frijole that is one confusing language (i.e. Svalbarðsstrandarhreppur -No that's not a sneeze, that's a city name). Well that's all I've got for this post. I hope everyone is having a glorious week!

Till next time,

Jess

Feministic Outrage

Because I'm trying to open up a bit more about myself on this blog, I decided today to talk about something that has very much been a part of my life since I was in Middle School: Feminism. Yup! Since Middle School. I've always been a strange gal with opinions and beliefs different from the southern republicans I grew up around (Not that they aren't great people, just doesn't leave much to talk about). I didn't have a lot of friends because of this (until I found theatre, and the crazy and lovable loons that inhabit it), but I just wasn't going to budge on my opinions and wasn't going to alter myself to get along with a certain set of people. I've always yelled and screamed and cried about how unfair it is that women are oversexualized and undermined, especially with how much I love comics, and delving into that could take up about 20 posts, nay, an entire blog itself (and there are some, I'd be happy to give you names).

I've boycotted many places with overtly sexualized ads of women, and people will say to me, "Do you really think that's going to make a difference?" Um it makes a difference to me? I know other people who stand up for what they believe in and boycott them too, and if more people did this it would definitely make a difference. Even if I was the only one, I'm not going to just throw my opinions out the window for a shitty Hardee's burger when they have soft-core porn commercials with women. I've also heard, "Oh you're just insecure and jealous, because you're not getting the attention." Also, WRONG YOU IGNORANT TWATS! I'm very happy with myself and receive much unwanted attention that I'm afraid to leave my damn apartment sometimes, because I'm constantly harassed. I won't go to any kind of club or bar setting without at least 3 girl friends or a guy. Just today a guy cornered me and asked me to go bowling with him in the LIBRARY!

I have my father to thank for a lot of this, because he instilled in me that I could be anything I damn well pleased, and I was no lesser than anyone or any gender. It's especially wonderful hearing this come from a man (This also helped me to see that there are wonderful, wonderful men out there, including my boyfriend, who want the best for everyone. I try not to be a He-Man Woman Hater like some tend to be). This is what has helped me through my major too. Audio Production classes have 3 females to 30 males...no lie. I've heard comments like, "Well, that'll be good for you! People will hire you so they can look at you!" UGHHH!!!! I could scratch their eyeballs out!!! They'll hire me, because I'm damn good at what I do!

I'm not saying being sexy is bad. I love sexy females. I love feeling sexy! It's when that's all you see. It's when that's all your gender is depicted as-sexy, inadequate, can't do things on her own- that it causes issues. I honestly just want equality. I want to not have to go out of my way to prove myself just because of my gender. I shouldn't have to go the extra leap to prove that I'm intelligent and independent just to make $.70 to every man's $1.00 (It's even lower for women of color!) Anyways. That's my shpeal. I am saving some of this rant for another time. Thank you if you read it. I hope it was coherent. I'm stepping off the soap box now. *Bows*

Till next time,

Jess