Journey to Madness

You know, I'm married to the blogmaster. I've been okay with this up until now. I have watched many an "interesting" trailer, music video, or Star Wars and Lord of the Rings spoof. Here is a phrase, which may seem strange to you, but is quite typical to something I hear in home as Andy and I work at our tandem computers, "Yes, a Karate Kid 3 trailer!" I've seen a deranged man dancing all over the world (Where the heck is Matt), I've watched an insane man dressed in black uttering pure nonsense (Ask a Ninja), I've watched a drunk Joe Namath humiliate himself on national t.v., David Hasselhoff cry during American Idol, many a spoof on Back to the Future, Lord of the Rings and Star Wars, clamation figures of Star Trek characters talking like Ludacris and 50 cent, just to name a few. I've been patient and even found some of these links amusing. (Ok I love the Star Trek ones. "This is where I chill, this is where I relax, this is where I chillax!) But tonight's special tidbit was the straw that broke the camel's back. I was told, "Jen, you have to watch this!" I naively thought he was going to show me something super cool. Instead I was force to watch 3 minutes of the most absurd video I have ever seen. "Separate Ways" by Jouney. 5 of the ugliest men I ever laid my eyes on. People, that was three minutes of my life I can never get back.
I love my husband, but he has a sickness. Please help me!

Jackson Is Free At Last!

First of all let me say to you, Peter Brown, "Oh ye of little faith!" So here's my second blog, gang. It'll probably be my last one, but we'll see.

Tonight, Andy and I took a spontaneous trip to the beach. We haven't done anything spontaneous for some time. We've barely seen each other lately, so we thought we could use some quality time- just me and Andy and, of course, Jackson.

Jackson finally got to do something he never gets to do, run free w/ no restraints. No leash, no gentle leader. Well unless you count two months ago when he chased after the deer. We were in a pretty secluded spot with rocks on either side. Basically the only place he had to go was out to sea. So we weren't too worried. I didn't think he'd like the water, but he did.

We live like 30 minutes from the beach and we never go! What's up with that? People are envious of us coastal creatures, and we take it for granted. Andy and I counted that we've been to the beach by ourselves, since we've been married, and we counted 3!

So get off your butts people and go to Bodega Bay. It's not far, it's free, it kind of smells, but the view is awesome. You never know when God may move you thousands of miles away from the ocean to, I don't know, say the midwest or something, where you may never see the sea again.

Peer Pressured

First of all, I was determined to never start a blog. I guess it was just a matter of time since I'm married to the master blogger.

Second of all, let me explain the Senorita Sassy Pants: #1 I'm spanish, so it's natural. #2 It's been said by some that I'm sassy. #3 And this is the real reason. Kristen Graves is a counseler this summer for the Santa Rosa Parks and Recs dept. and she has to have a "cool camp name" . I told her she should be Senorita Sassy Pants. She laughed and dismissed my clever name. So I'm using it.

So why am I blogging? I'm afraid that in a few months I'll be thousands of miles away and this will be a great way to communicate w/ my friends, especially the girls. Also the other day at work was very interesting and I said aloud to myself in the car, "If I had a blog, I would blog about this!" Well, now I do, so I will.

So, Thursday I'm doing the whole Flavor-waitressing gig. It was a normal day, not too busy, and I was actually enjoying myself. When a familiar looking face sits in my section, right in front of the fireplace. I had seen his face before. Wouldn't you know it was Ed Bebout (Bebow) from channel 50. You know the anchor guy. So I was kind of nervous, but things went smooth. I thought that would be the hightlight of my day, but no, there was more to come.

As I was leaving the 3rd street parking garage, I looked up to see none other than Andy's new best friend, Aurthur Bailey, walking past the garage with two shopping bags in his hand chatty happily with some lady. I expected to see a Starbucks Frappacino cup in his hand but I didn't.
Work had not been that interesting since the 70 year old man gave me a friendly swat on the rear end and he left the restaurant about a month ago.

By the by- thanks for praying for my mom. It's been a stressful and emotional week. She's still in the hospital and will be there for a little while. I won't begin to describe the hole in her chest from where they took out the old pacemaker because I will hurl all over my computer. I'm not good with blood or needles. So I will be at the hospital alot this week too. She's on antibiotics through an IV still and will be on them for another month. They don't want her to get an infection. It will take some time to heal, but she's on the mend. It's hard to see a parent look so frail and helpless, but God is good and his hand of protection was on her. I'm just glad she's okay.

So, I'm not sure if I'll continue the blog. This might be only one. And FYI, Mr. Bebout is not a good tipper.