Jesse Loves Brady

Wisdom and Candles

I'm cold, its wet...
But I'm not wet, and its not cold.

Anyway, I never have been quite right.

Today is my day off. I don't get many whole days off so I really wanted to make the most of it. I was so tired, that I let myself sleep until 11 this morning. The children were very happy because they could join me in the bed while the house was nice and quiet. I have plenty of homework to keep me busy, so I lit my 10 candles in the living room and I have been camping out. I don't deal with this kind of weather well. I am in a constant state of shiver and no fat cat within a mile of me is willing to help. I hold my hands over the candles, but that is only temporary relief. I would go to bed, but Milo wiped his dirty butt on it this morning, so that is out. Oh well, such is life. I hope you are all well. I haven't spoken to anybody without 4 legs in a while. I would have much more time to spend with you if you had poop on your ass or wanted to sleep next to me. Maybe you should all think about that.

Time Flies

Its hard to believe that Drew and I will be together one year on October 16th. He pretends that it isn't something to celebrate, but I know that he feels as lucky as I do to have experienced the last year together. It has been more than unbelievable. I always thought it was rediculous when people told me, "when its right, you just know". To think that a year ago I was terrified to meet this guy I knew I was going to marry just seems crazy. I wasn't afraid of meeting a stranger. I was afraid of something I knew was so real from the start. We have had such an amazing trip thus far, I can't imagine what the future will bring. Meeting, falling in love, buying a house, finishing college, and planning a wedding all in one year. We know each others thoughts, and finish each others sentences. We can stand each others presence after working out or being sick...pretty special if you ask me. We just fit, it works, and I feel extremely lucky. I was looking at a friends' wedding pictures today and I couldn't believe that would be me in 6 months. I can't wait to make Sunday Morning Blog Loves Jesse Loves Brady official!

Better than I was
More than I am
And all of this happened
By takin' your hand

And who I am now
Is who I wanted to be
And now that we're together
I'm stronger than ever
I'm happy and free

Oh, it's a beautiful thing
Don't think I can keep it all in, no
And if you asked me why I changed
All I gotta do is say your sweet name

It's your love
It just does somethin' to me
It sends a shock right through me
I can't get enough
And if you wonder
About the spell I'm under
It's your love

You Make Me Sick

I'm sick. Not like feeling a little quezzy. I caught the flu. First Drew's boss had it, then Drew had it his whole vacation, and now I have it. I woke up with it yesterday, and managed to work the whole day in Hyannis. I was an interesting experience, but I am definitely more comfortable in the Falmouth store. Last week I got 35 hrs, and I would like to keep it up but I don't know if I will be able to. My classes are hard and boring. A contributor to this may be the fact that this is the countdown to the end. Very little subject matter will keep my attention under these circumstances. So anyway, with this crazy schedule I am keeping, I have no time to be sick. I am hoping that I will be much better tomorrow because I have both work and school. As of now I am sweaty, have a sore throat, drippy nose, headache, and have to make unexpected trips to the bathroom. Not convenient in the work or school atmosphere. Thank god we don't have to unload a truck tomorrow morning or I would be junk. I am glad my schedule is becoming busy and I don't have as much downtime. This is better for my personality. Now if I can just kick this disease, I will be good to go!

Milo and His New Friend

Ducky's Maiden Voyage

Go Shorty, Its Your Berfday!

Yesterday was my 23rd birthday. I dread birthdays, and generally prefer to spend them quiet and alone. Yesterday was anything but quiet, but I ended up having an awesome day. I guess I dread it because they haven't been happy experiences in the past. First, grandma came up and took Drew and I out to lunch. We went to Siena where I ate enough food to keep me for 4 days. I felt so sick afterward, but I highly recommend this restaurant! Grandma also got me an interview outfit from the Gap and battery operated candles! After lunch I slept for a few hours and then we went to Drew's house for a very cool birthday party. I am still overwhelmed by the kindness of his family. We opened presents which included: an IPOD mini from Drew, a Le Crueset pot and two books from his parents, Victoria's secret smellies and socks from Marjorie, and a pizza stone and cool glass ball from his sister's family. Then we ate a dinner of my favorite meatballs and yummy cake. I have spent today loading music onto my IPOD and cleaning up around the house. Drew took care of the yard, something I don't seem to be motivated to do. I was really lucky to have Saturday and Sunday off this weekend, but I go back to work tomorrow. I am really enjoying my new job, and I am looking forward to going back to school and getting this whole education thing overwith. I can't wait to work fulltime and start a normal routine. On a sadder note, I think we should all say a prayer for the people effected by the hurricane. My signifcant other has taken to heated political debates online over this whole mess. I deal with my anger and sadness in a different way. I keep to myself and mourn peacefully. Everyone is different, but I just feel that people should shut their mouths and focus on saving the living and giving the dead respectful burials. I can't get caught up in the politics. It just isn't the time for that.

Lets Be Practical

Even though we don't have cable, I have been able to read and look at picture of the terror that the people of the South are experiencing. If there is one thing that comes to my mind, it is that we(those not directly effected)don't have problems. Yes, we are stressing about the price of gas. Luckily, I have a fine man in my life that reminds me daily, if not hourly, about the price of gas increasing. Though it is a bit panic attack inducing, it has been helping me to prioritize about what I need to spend my money on. Now that I am living on a very minimal salary, I have become more aware of spreading that money around to the necessities(electric, water, phone, internet, food, gas). As I am sure many other people are experiencing, there is not a penny to spare. The point I am making here is that what I, and most others are experiencing, is not a problem! We are ten times better off than thousands without homes, loved ones, and healthcare. I may not have money to send to the victims of this natural disaster, but I can quit my complaining and try to live my life within my means. We have all been bitching about gas prices lately, but I think people are forgetting the big picture. These gas prices are going to effect the price of everything! You are screwed if you drive a gas guzzling SUV, but you are also screwed if you live a high-end lifestyle. It is time for us to get back to putting our needs first. Today, I went to the grocery store to stock up on poultry, meat, bread, and anything else I could shove in our freezer. That fine man I was talking about asked that I buy extra coffee as the price is projected to skyrocket. Even though I am exhausted from shoving this mornings $150 grocery trip into the freezer, I am glad that I took the chance to stock up. Money is only going to get more tight for a long time.

New Look

I decided that with a change of theme, I should go for a change of look with my blog. I thought all along that I had to go through Cookie to make changes to my blog. I haven't wanted to do this as she is very busy lately and probably more tired than a Cod out of water. I was very pleased when Drew said there was no need to bug Cookie. Don't be fooled people, I didn't have a stroke and figure out how to do this on my own. I don't read code, understand code, and most importantly... I don't mess with code. I simply chose the colors, and Drew did the work. I did, however, observe. Maybe sometime I can try it on my own. As you can see, I still love Brady. I like these colors because they are along the lines of what I have liked for the house. I am very taken with green lately, a color I have never liked before. I am looking for some sort of viney design or tribal to put up at the top of the page. I have also been very into black iron decorative pieces. Pier One specifically. Eventually I would like to add pictures, update my profile, and expand my gallery. Its really quite pathetic and old. Today I have a job interview, and if all goes well, I will have absolutely no time to do all of this to the blog....sigh. I am excited with the prospect of an income to pay the bills. Wish me luck!

The Countdown to " I Do"

So this blog has never really had a theme. Granted Brady is my cat and I love him. He is beautiful and sweet and a part of my life. If Brady were the only part of my life, many people would think I was strange. Cookie was kind enough to start this blog for me when I was living in North Truro and quite lonely. She introduced me to a whole part of the internet that I had never heard of...and it panned out like one could not imagine. Through "Jesse Loves Brady", I fell in love with "Sunday Morning Blog". I like to think that our story is unique, but I welcome other peoples stories of falling in love through blogs. Our very first full length IM conversation involved getting hitched and making a home together. Who would have thought?

On April 22, 2006 "Jesse Loves Brady" will marry "Sunday Morning Blog". If you read our blogs on Codblogs this may make everything more clear, or everything much more confusing. So I get to my point. There are alot of adjustments that have to be made when sharing a life together. In nine months we have met, fallen in love, bought a house, and gotten engaged. A relationship at breakneck speed makes the adjustment even more interesting. So I would like to dedicate this blog, atleast for the next year or so, to our antics at trying to start a life together. This shall include keeping the house standing, planning a wedding, my graduating from college, and my finding some sort of earnings. I would love it if you would make suggestions for my description at the top of my blog. The more silly the better, as I expect that the stories shared here will be quite funny. I will start this new blog theme with a few posts.

Episode One

As I was saying, there are many adjustments to sharing a life together. Some are more interesting than others. For instance, one of us goes to the bathroom too frequently, while the other hardly ever goes. One of us sleeps like a corpse, while the other takes advantage of their sweet slumber to do step aerobics. Last night when I was considering going to the grocery store, my love suggested that this was a great idea so that he could have some quality alone time in the bathroom. We have two bathrooms and a 3 floor split level house. But I digress. My trip to the grocery store this morning has reminded me of a great example of adjustment that has been made over the past few months. You see, my love is a very healthy man. He knows what he likes, and he eats what he likes. He is very conscious of nutrition, and adheres to a well balanced diet. I thought this was great until I started doing the grocery shopping. As follows are the fluids that my man likes to have in the fridge at any given time:
Gatorade(large bottle)
Gatorade(small bottle)
V8(large cans)
V8(large bottle)
Adam and Eve Cranberry Juice(atleast one backup)
Silk Soymilk with Calcium(my man is lactose intolerant)
Coffee Mate(two cups of coffee a day)
Bottled Water

Now this is not a matter of money. It has nothing to do with the finances. This has more to do with logistics. First, when putting all of this in the cart, it makes it very difficult to steer. Small children need not fuss in front of me, my cart will solve the problem. The biggest hurdle is getting all of this in the fridge. While some people we know have a fridge filled with condiments, ours is full of fluids. And we must not forget my regular milk and carbonated water. If you are coming to dinner at our house anytime soon, bring the food, we will supply the drink.

Episode 2 "The Dress"

One of the things a little girl dreams about is her wedding dress. Those dreams do not include credit cards, fittings, strapless bras, and petticoats. When we got engaged, I was very excited to get to look for that dream dress. Reality sets in. Even the most discounted dresses started at $500. There was no way I was going to spend that kind of money on a dress I would wear for a few hours. As if! So the research began. Labor day is approaching, and I knew all things white would be on sale. I found my dress 50% at Macys.com. It isn't a wedding dress, but it is white and beautiful and I am proud to have found it. So here comes the interesting part. Most brides worry themselves sick about losing weight. I, to the contrary, cannot lose any weight. In fact, it might do me some good to gain a few pounds. My dress has the option of being worn strapless. This is a feature that I wanted in my wedding dress before I found out that we would have to remortgage the house. As the dress fits now, The Girls just barely hold the thing up. Now we all know that when a lady loses weight, the first things to go are The Girls. I am already researching the strapless bra with an extra cup size built in. I never thought I would get to a point in my life where I wouldn't want to lose weight. I am one of these people who is constantly wanting to lose weight, but never doing anything to lose it. So, if you have some nice boobies I can borrow, or a box of Hoho's you want to share please stop by. Oh, and anything you feed me is directly proportional to the amount of time you have to spending working out with me post-wedding:)

The Big Day!

Have you heard?

I bet you haven't! Before I moved out of Sprout Farm, I remember discussing with Cookie the fact that the Cape lacks a solid news source. Yes we have local, hometown newspapers, and one biased paper to cover our Cod, but quite often I hear of incidents, that should be but are not covered by this paper. I have observed their incredibly selective choice of stories, including eulogizing some dead teens, while disregarding the deaths of others. This point in itself makes me sick to know that someone probably knew someone, or didn't know someone, which justifies the coverage of one death over another! It makes me so angry. I can disregard blatent political statements, but its the little things that irk me. On a given day, there could be 10 car accidents on Cape Cod, but only the ones on the Upper Cape are reported on, leaving us from the Lower Cape to wonder, "Are we really that uninteresting?

What I would like is a newsstation that covers the Cape. God knows the Cape produces enough newsworthy drama in the summer to fund a station. It would be nice to be able to turn on the tv and be told if there is a car accident or impending weather. I love turning on the news in the morning and hearing that there is a rollover on 128 South, and Boston has clear skies! Poppycock! Traffic is gridlock down here and nobody cares to share with the likes of us stuck in it. We also happen to be stuck in a fogbank.

So to complete my rant, I don't think it is fair that our news is either disregarded or lumped into Boston news. We are an entirely different area, which most of the time people forget about, unless they are coming down planning to drive like assholes and tip poorly. The locals deserve to know the basics. Bitter? You think?

The Cod~A Matchmaker From Heaven!

A few summers ago I took a very inhumane Precalculus class...three nights a week, three hours a night. It is only natural that when one spends so much time with the same people under torturous circumstances, that one makes friends. It just so happened that the Cod and I shared the same class. We sat in the same row but at opposite ends. We shared a few words, but nothing extensive. I remember talking to the Cod about the tuna that comes out of the little sack vs. the can. Clearly the Cod was torn over such a contraversial issue. Thankfully the class ended and we all went on our merry ways to enjoy the rest of the summer. In the fall the Cod and I ended up in the same Business Calc. class. We began a routine of meeting up in the hall the hour before hand and chatting about the troubles of life and math. Even when the Cod decided Calc wasn't for him, he continued to meet me in the hall for chats! After the semester was over, the Cod and I kept in touch through AIM. He then hooked me up with a weblog to help me vent my issues. Here you see it today. The Cod even came down to inspect Truro's view of the Bay, afterall this is critical to Cods! Best of all, the Cod put me up for an entire Winter. When the Cod told me he was meeting up with a local young man from Sandwich, I was excited. He was another blogger, and the prospect of meeting someone blind was exciting. I chatted with him, just out of interest for who the Cod was hangin with. Time went on and he and the Cod became friends. Then he and I became friends. Then we became more than friends. And now we are getting married. If it weren't for the Cod chatting with me in the hall, hooking me up with a weblog that I knew nothing about, and being an all around great friend, I would not be the happy and healthy person I am today. The Cod, more than he knows, helped me break out of my shell and get on with my life. It is with all of this that I ask, will you be my Cod of Honor?

Tickled Pink!

I just took this test on Tickle and thought you'd like it, too. Take it and see how you score.

The Classic IQ Test
http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=3001&type=t

I got a 126, which means I am smart...or whatever. I found this fun and stressful. I believe it took me a few tries to pass a college math class with questions like this. Good Luck!

Breaking the Cycle

I have been quiet lately. I have been hurting too. I haven't used my blog as an outlet because I have wanted my privacy. It appears that communication with my family has taken a turn for the worse, and I have decided that I am done trying to make ammends. I have spent many hours crying and making myself sick about this. This huge transition in my life has been wonderful, but also a source of much pain when it comes to breaking away from my family. We haven't had a loving relationship. We don't get together. We don't talk on the phone. If I don't initiate, nothing happens. I have been fighting for years to get people to do things they have no desire to do. Now, I have this great new family that treats me like I have never been treated before. They want me around, and have made me feel at home from day one. We are constantly doing family things, and that feels so good to me. On the flipside, I have wondered why my own family doesn't want this. Even worse, I know my sisters struggle with this every day, and that my 12 yr old sister is left wondering why. After all of these years I have let go. It all comes down to the fact that my life isn't about me anymore. I am not the only one effected by my decisions. I hope that relatively soon, I will have a husband and children in my life. I want better for us than the constant hurt and drama. I want my children to be raised in a home where they feel safe and loved on a daily basis. I want a stable life for my husband and I, one I know we will have as part of his family. Rebecca has come by my house on a few occasions, and her actions made me feel so good. Someone expressed an interest in my life. So, why should I hang around for people who have openly told me that things are not going to change and to move on. I have the opportunity for a great life, being part of a family and being close to true friends. Its time to focus on these people, and put the past behind me.

Damn Skippy

4 tests, 3 papers, 1 presentation=one more week! Dont worry people, I have it all under control! Oh yeah, and we get carpet on Thursday. I am taking dates for much needed fun following next friday. Maybe some miscellaneous minigolfing or compulsive ice cream eating. What else do people do for fun on this Cod? The circus is in town, and I am slightly afraid. Be afraid...be very afraid!