Wednesday, November 24, 2010

hours and hours later.

i'm typing this blog post under the most strange and marvelous conditions. first of all it is 1:48am. secondly, i'm sitting in 15C my assigned seat on a detla flight, enjoying a fizzy cup of ginger ale and gourmet center biscoff cookies (which are wonderfully delicious i highly recommended them). thats right! i'm using the internet in the sky. i'm pretty sure if this were a different day and age, i might been shun for writing such blaspheme and at the very least scoffed at for talking about writing something people can see instantly while flying.
it's interesting when i notice just how ungrateful i am. seriously, how many modern conveniences are taken for granted or no longer even sees as a convenience. i know that i catch myself complaining about slow internet on an almost daily basis, but i rarely am overjoyed when i can share videos and pictures with my family instantly. i'm quick to forget just how blessed my life is. 
the situation in-which i am even making this post is an excellent opportunity for me to reflect on the wonders of life. i'm flying home for thanksgiving. i get to spend a week with my family and all i had to do was show up at the airport. sure, it wasn't the easiest flight experience i've ever had, but really?!? all i had to do was get a ride to the airport, take off my shoes walk through a metal detector, wait in some lines and try to be patient as the members of my flight and i waited 7hours to be able to board. it was really hard not to complain about boredom, orange juice prices, inopportune snow fall...but i was warm, nor was i hungry or thirsty, and i was still able to get on a flight and by the time i land in my beautiful home town it will have taken me only 9hours. 
if i had to walk home it would take a modern girl like me a year. driving the trip takes 12 hours on a minimum, so i'm still getting there sooner and safer than that option. 
plenty of my friends aren't going home for thanksgiving this year because of the blizzardous weather or cost or lack of mode of transportation. i get to. 
many people are starving and parched. i am neither. 
well...we are started into the descend. so i'm afraid that is all i have time to write.
21. blogging in the sky. 

Thursday, November 18, 2010

my mommy.

this an extra special post in honor of the day my grandmother gave birth to my mother...aka...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!

reasons why,
I LOVE MY MOM 
she has loved me all twenty plus years of my life.


my mama dealt with me as a baby, and lets just say both she and i aren't really baby people. although rumor has it i was pretty chill.


she cared for me even when i ignored her because she
 left me for Hawaii.
Mom you can’t just up and leave and expect things to be the same duh?


she enjoys re-telling the diarrhea/pillow chocolate story, and other equally awkward baby stories. 

the fact that she didn’t name me or consider naming me sally.

my mom was brave enough to let me try things myself even when she could have done it a bajillion times better, like painting my room.

her gift for adding color  to a room changing  a hideous green living room a lovely shade of Pink and the rest of the Farm house wonderful colors. The MacArthur white with hints of apricot. Our house Raspberry when Dad was away, Burgundy when he decided color was ok, and for all the future awesome changes for the walls of this place. The bright blues and teals. 

she lets me help her paint. :D Thanksgiving is going to be so much fun!

taught me how to put on make-up.

informed me when I put it on way way too much. 

her curly hairstyle that she found in her twenties and never gave up on. 

she isn't in love with country music. How else would I have found Queen?

but she has an appreciation for all types of music. Camp-cheer, tone-deaf, lyric-off, and all other genres. 

my mom was a patient parent leader for DI and that whole fishy thing.

 no one else would have made costumes for the many many events and such i was apart of. 

doing laundry, she is awesome at it! i know thats what every mother dreams of hearing their children say. hehehe

doing all my lilac laundry (cause we both know that was a whole other job).

taught me how to do laundry, long before i left home.

reminding me how to make grandma’s lipton rice, even when i called way past her bedtime.

my relief for relief society.

spilling icy cold water on dad and letting me -in her baby bump- have some cred for that awesome prank ;) we both know it was carefully planned.

the softness and hairlessness of her skin.

bbq's like her dad. 


bbq-ing in the rain cause we be from washington!
our christmas tradition. she gives me a book every year and
 those books are the presents i am most excited to get, even if i don’t show it.


she comes from dog-town.

she waxes my legs and lets me paint her toenails.

we tried that crazy candle business.

she always encourages me to try. 

the craft room chamber.

her patience.
  
costco trips....and chicken bakes.

she can simultaneously task, like watching knights tale and sewing.

our shared love of heath, (both the actor and candy bar). 

my mama can gut and will gut a fish. 

if you can’t say something nice...don’t say it. 

she took me to piano lessons and listened to lessons and umm music for endless hours. 

she is often my inspiration. 

my mom knows how to relax and have a good time.

all our vacation memories.  

her billion hobbies and interests.

she’d give up chocolate, but she is no quitter.

if i ever need help, she is my go-to person, and she always at least tries to help.

mom you’re funny. Where do you think I get it from?

 i just liked this photo sooo much!
when I am away at school, she sometimes sleeps in my bed. when dad is out of town she lets me sleep in her bed with her and sleeping there feels like the safest place on earth.

FLINCH

she loves animals. 


i love her morning phrase: “wakin’ upin’ sugar lumpin’.”


that one  time she pinned michael and all the other 8th grade trip stuff.


check out our garden, she is an awesome gardener when she wants to be.


DOVE you.

she is silly. 


she is so flippin’ punny! :D

my mom is compassionate: especially with tammy.



this woman is a killer rummy player.

the endless hope she has for the world and her children’s lives in it.

my mama can listen to me for hours and understand my super fast talk (very impressive).

she can make sweet crafty stuff. the aprons, my rug, my favorite mount saint helen's mug. 

i love her selflessness. 

the fact she likes icky stuff and makes me try it, but then doesn’t make me like it. (the last part is key)

she came and ate “hot lunch” and then never made me eat it again.

she was always involved with my education and didn't let me skip grades and  insisted i start school when i did.

class mom and made awesome treats! like nessie the cake.


she styled my hair and we both know it is ridiculously thick. can anyone say afro?


mama loves my drama. ( http://jnets-reasons.blogspot.com/2010/11/drama-for-yo-mama.html )

she taught me to read and love it! the big hill

her love of reading, especial historical stuff.

she read to us all of narnia. we sat on the pink couch and she made the adventures seems so real. 

i love her for listening to harry potter on cassette (ya we’re that old school) with me, while she fixed up the farm house and i stayed at home sick. 

she took me to the doctor countless times. 

umm...watching the countless “doctor visit jeannette-ism/spaz attacks". remember the karen info-merical?

she talked me through throat bleeding, school stress, and my first strep experience and not acting scared when she was probably more scared than me.  

everything that she lets me “borrow”.

her smile :)
her laugh.

i love her because of all the support she gives her chillins, especially emotional. 

and for all the support she gives me.

i love her eyes, brown just like mine.

our shared love of Mika and Big Girls.

my mom answers late night calls.

she was always there to pick me up from school or to let me stay home.

she teaches us about bible scriptures.


she even made me a queen ester halloween costume because that's who my childhood heroine was. 


my mom encouraged me to be creative especially with halloween costumes and helped me become an awesome rhinestone wearing sideburn rocking:  elvis, a linen wrapped mummy, an elegant peacock with a full tail, a jewelry saleswoman, a happy clown, miss scarlet from clue, a m&m and i few others. 

her HUGS!

she waked up every morning to see us, especially painful seminary mornings.

sandwiches: she makes the best. 

in her twenties she joined the church of jesus christ of latter days and raised her family in it.

'cause she reminds me to pray.

i love spending time with her. 

she gave me her middle name which happens to rock!


she gave me fun nicknames like loulou. seriously, mom, who else calls me nettielou? well...actually a few people do

her olive skin that doesn’t burn too easily and tans very nicely. 


she married a crazy mormon-salesman, 
with little idea why or 
what the future would hold.


being the mom everyone else who’s not your kid loves. mr. bergan, mr. gordon, miss cox, miss pacheco, etc. 

this woman suffered through childbirth and all the pain before that day even arrives two more times. i couldn't imagine life without darb and babycakes.

she is accepting of both my successes and kind-of-not-really-anywhere-near-successes.

mom- you've let me be one of your best friends and you've always been mine.

being an example of how to have christlike love. 

she loves me, which makes all the difference in the world for eternity.

mom- 
i know you've seen a version of this list before and i probably could have put a billion other reasons why, but i just wanted you and everyone who reads my blog to know----I LOVE YOU.
jeannette

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

not feelin' so hot.

last night i cleaned a few things for no real reason.
didn't sleep well. i always sleep well. 
woke up two hours before i wanted to.
after going back to sleep, i slept two hours past when i wanted to wake up. 
i figured it happens, but subconsciously i knew what was up.
i took time to do my all my make-up, especially the eyes. 
wore a purple tuque, dr. suess sweatshirt, and brightly colored socks and shoes.
had to take tums and ibuprofen.
simply o.j. and homemade wheat bread for b-fast.
walked extra slow to the arena for campus forum.
even though all the signs were there i didn't think i was sick. 
mid-forum: headache worsened, nose got stuffy, throat itched and i got more tired. 
ate taco bell with hot hot sauce. 
got a coke with real caffeine.
bought a symphony (the kind with toffee and almonds) and a package of kleenex with a cute toy story alien on the package.
felt chilly and couldn't seem to warm up.
somehow i was delusional and thought it must be allergies. really? who has allergies this time of year?
almost fell asleep in class.
jogged home to try to warm up.
started studying.
my tongue and fingers became achy. 
replied to texts using only one word, such as "ya" "otay" "nope" 
gasp!! one word responses! i must be ill.
fell asleep for two hours (4:30ish-6:30ish) and didn't plan on doing so.
woke up and went to a shindig and felt like being back asleep the whole time.
i haven't been hungry all day.
i have basically accomplished absolutely nothing that i wanted to do today.
i have been extra indecisive.
it is 8:29pm and i want to be back in bed. 
apparently, i'm fighting a cold. i should have seen this coming. most of my friends have been ill recently. there were all the classic jeannette is sick signs and yet it wasn't until i was jogging that i thought to myself, wow jeannette you really aren't feeling well. 
20. doing all the things that make me feel better even when i won't fully believe that i am sick. 

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

brownies.

woot! i am making brownies and writing a new blog post. i have about a hundred other things i should prolly be doing at this moment, but i really just want to make some brownies. which is actually very odd seeing as brownies by definition are tasty morsels of rich cake made up of lots of chocolate  or   benevolent elfs that haunt houses and do chores secretly. i have to admit i wouldn't mind the latter 'cause well i could use a house-cleaning-elf, but it does make sense contextually for me to be making a wee brown man and i've only ever made brownies of the bakery kind. anyways sorry for the willow/harry potter tangent on fairy creatures, and back to the point. it's odd for me to make brownies without a purpose for making them, sure some people find them tasty, but i don't particularly enjoy brownies anymore...they tend to cause me massive headaches. 
you see i am one of the rare unlucky peoples who get chocolate headaches, dun dunt duhhhh. the older i've gotten the worser these headaches get, and so i don't eat brownies often since lots of chocolate=lots of headache and as stated above brownies are made from lots of chocolate. 
dang! i ate some of the batter...and i can feel the headache coming on. i was really hoping it wouldn't happen this time. like when an anemic person craves red meats cause they are low on iron, i was hoping that i was having the urge to make brownies because my body was trying to tell me i can eat chocolate like a normal person again, but alas: fail. perhaps there is someone besides me that needs brownies and my urge to create the chocolaty goodness is so that i might be prepared to bring them the gooey wonder. (if this person is you- please let me know, k thanks)
brownie batter reminds me of another thing. . .how much i wish that the whole don't eat the batter or you'll get sick thing was a myth. i mean wouldn't it be like those old wives to tell the tale of "children don't eat the batter or you'll get ill" merely because they didn't want all the batter to be gone before they could bake anything? seriously i'm waiting for the myth busters episode that says go ahead eat it.* but because the little old women have not yet been disproved i continue to try my hardest not to eat batter of any kind. a  jeannette tid-bit: mix in the water and oil first, eat as much of the non-salmonellae batter as you want, then mix in the eggs ;) 
.beep.
well thats my brownies ready to be taken out of the oven, so i gotta go. i'll be sure to add some pictures before posting this, mostly because ya all need to see something besides that photo of me with a green tongue (warheads post reference).

19. brownies they may be chocolaty and cause headaches, but they are still tasty and bring joy to others. 

*disclaimer: batter that contains raw or lightly cooked eggs may cause illness due to the slight risk of salmonella and other food-bourne illnesses. 

Friday, November 5, 2010

warheads.



warhead apple green.
and yes this is not the most
flattering photo of me
but i am brave enough to
post it anyways
my tongue feels raw. its that sore, uncomfy, and has an almost burnt feeling. this is what happens when one eats four warheads in a row. "why eat so many?" you might ask. answer:  warheads=awesome! they are a super sour, then deliciously sweet and one of my all-time favorite hard candies. plus a guy in my ward gave me a handful and i couldn't stop eating them. so now i've eaten four tasty warheads, my tongue feels raw and i'm about to have number five. just try to stop me. 

18. warhead candy: my tongue never looks or feels the same after eating them.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

the play: cough/laugh.

i ran into a really good friend of mine today. :) (mr. valdez it was excellent to see you and catch up on bits of life.) he was also in a play today that was showing in the fine arts center on campus for free, so i went. it was wonderful because for about a half hour, i wasn't worrying about my life or anything, i was able to just be. it had a very unique concept. in this play the actor's reacted to basic audience disturbances like coughs, talking, cell phone's going off, clapping, etc. the play only progressed as the audience reacted to the current situations in the play. it started off pleasant and awkwardly slow with little action, then turned darker as the audience's common decency went out the window. people in the audience started talking loudly, coughing on purpose, etc.   as a fellow audience member i wanted to muzzle a few individuals. it was amazing to see as my frustration increased the darkness of the play's mood increased too. in the end you find out that the point is that our reactions have consequences and that we can't control others but we can feel and be upset by there choices and then consciously choose whether or not we want to express anything about it.
i was profoundly touch by what one person said about how in our lives we are the "actors" and we choose what "audiences" to reacted to. even when we are presented with negativity and disregard for our feelings and efforts, we still have the power to choose how and when we react. the key is that we still feel, we still care, we still crave acceptance, therefore we can become upset by down moments and have valid emotions, we don't have to hide who we are. we have a wonderful power to choose how we react. 
this may not make as much sense for those who didn't see the play cough/laugh or it might not make sense because you're not me, but if you have comments or thoughts or feelings about this feel free to let me know here, or my email j.school.account@gmail.com, or call me; i would love to hear what you think. 

17. just being, and then returning to overwhelmingly deep thoughts later.