That was me like 346 times today. Ugh!
I asked Dakota's TaeKwonDo Master today what size board he is supposed to break, so maybe I can go get some boards cut and he can practice. He said 3/8 of an inch, but because Dakota has a lot of 'power' he might up it. Shite, why did I say anything? It's super Dakota! Whoosh!
Achoo!
347.
So, I have been waking up with my ears plugged up, my sinuses feeling like they are exploding and I've been sneezing everywhere. A lot of times I can hear myself talking inside my own head...no I'm not schizo, I think you know what I am talking about. It annoys me. I hope I don't sound that weird to everyone else. I'm not even sick. So when is it going to end? Hopefully in the summer when it rains everyday and the crap gets washed away.
I am down to about 2 months left to quit smoking. Any tips? I have till August 8th, so if you think of or hear of anything, I don't care what, let me know!
The Set Up client came in today. She had the average lifespan dog with her. She saw me and said hello, I said Hi back and ran away. No more set ups for me!
The scrubs I wore today were a bit hit...lol. Anyhow everyone liked 'em so whee!
I feel like I am doing the update on the top ten stories of the year, but they are not top stories, and it was only a few days, and there's not ten, so maybe not so much after all. Hmm.
Have you ever gotten lost in Wikipedia? I have done that twice in the last week. I go to look something up, and there is all that linkage inside the pertinent information page, so I click it, and go to the next one, and see something else. Click click click. Eventually I am so far from what I originally looked up, I just hit the back button till I get back there. I didn't see Kevin Bacon on any of them.
Anyhow, it's pretty obvious to me and I am sure you, that I had nothing to say today, but I still wanted to write all about it. To all my adoring fans (ie: my 5 subscribers), thanks for being there! :)
Oh yeah, my car doesn't smell skunky anymore. Woot!
P.S. I forgot about the tradition when I have nothing to say today gets you an old story, so I'll give you a little shorty. You guys are going to know the whole life story of Jenn soon.
Before I found out I was afraid of heights, I used to jump off everything. Everything. The roof, the top of my tree house, the highest diving board etc etc. I did the typical jump off the roof with an umbrella thing, and I'm sure you know how that worked out. Damn that Mary Poppins!
One day, I dragged the little plastic kiddie pool over to the tree house and filled it up with dish soap and water, so it was all frothy and bubbly. See, I jumped out of the tree house and when I landed it kind of hurt my feet a bit, gave me a little stingy feeling. So, I figured jumping into a regular pool didn't really hurt, and bubbles were soft and fluffy, so those should help right? Right! Gotta try it!
I climbed up to the very top of the tree house, higher than ever before. I looked down at that foot deep kiddie pool full of bubbly water, felt a moment of exhilaration before flinging myself through the air, and jumped for it. But I didn't prepare to land on my feet. Oh no, I was just going to jump in and land on my tush in all those soft bubbles. A few seconds later I made splash down, right on my butt. That's when I found out those bubbles and foot of water didn't do jack shit for me. As I was gasping for the air that got knocked out of me, and trying not to drown in frothy bubbles while I was getting my injured tailbone off the ground, I told myself, never again.
And I didn't. For at least a week. After that though, I always planned to land on my feet, no matter what was under me to land on!
See, there's always a moral to Jenn stories. Isn't that great?