I feel old

So after giving out my list on my birthday of things that people had to avoid talking about, things people could talk to me about, and things they could not do around me, people's reactions were somewhat interesting and very entertaining...

My birthday started with a phone call from Austria at 12:15am at the beginning of my bday. My oldest brother has been there touring for several weeks. I got a call from Europe for my birthday. YAY! He was pretty confused though b/c it was 6am his time and he was like "did I miss it?" Uh no, it just started, lol. Good thing I was up still writing my paper. :) At least he remembered.

Moving on to some of my Facebook and Myspace comments- an old roommate recommended that I eat lots of olives :), a classmate didn't mention school b/c she said it's a dirty word (well, it is), I'm not explaining the Loch Ness Monster picture a friend posted on my Myspace page b/c that would take too long, but it's hilarious to me, at least, and a singing YouTube video were the unique ones in addition to the awesome comments from other friends that basically said happy birthday (imagine that?!).

One friend left me a message singing the entire happy birthday song, then ended with "Go Red Sox. Bye" then hung up. LOL That was awesome. Then my next oldest brother called and he had actually printed the list out and was looking at it during our conversation. lol Except he cheated. He used Littleton instead of Denver, that's totally cheating. They just bought a house there and are abandoning me in D.C., the punks. Sure, as soon as you find out I'm going to be an Aunt again, you move. Boooo. Actually most of what he said was on the Disapproved List (see there were reasons for those things being on the list). Oh well. It was an entertaining conversation, nonetheless. I got another very entertaining phone call from a good friend who used several words on the "Approved List." Except he said it so fast I really have NO idea what he said. Something about "squirrels who wore boots when they ride bulldozers." hahahaha Yeah, I don't know. Awesome!

The emails I got in response to the one I sent out with the list were classic as well. My cousin for instance, is absolutely awesome. He insists he's not a day over 30 (pretty sure he's several) and that there's no way I can be 25. He emailed me the link to a Yankee haters site, a tree house site, invited me to Oregon to visit and also to go to Europe in the fall with him, and mentioned several other things on the approved list. He did break the rules and mention a couple things on the disapproved list, but since he's family and since I related to what he was talking about....well, never mind, he got away with it. :) Most people avoided the list altogether and just said happy birthday or waited until several days later to email me. That works too, lol. Luckily my friends know me well enough to appreciate my humor and liked the lists and didn't take them too seriously. One friend mentioned how much she loves squirrels, one friend wanted to do a list for her bday next year, more emails involved people mentioning things on the list and how they related to them and to me (oh, and apparently lighting bugs are called "fireflys" in Tennessee and you get made fun of if call them lightning bugs, whatever, lol), one friend offered to hit on me if no one else was doing a good enough job of that, since one friend just had her baby she couldn't say much, but told me to call her when we could talk (ooops, my bad), one friend mentioned EVERYTHING on the list, awesome! I found out later she had to ask my roommate what UFC was, lol (incidentally my roommate despises UFC and won't let me watch it when she's home). Oh, and she said she wouldn't discuss TWSS. hahaha, gee I wonder why?! I would post that whole email on here, it's entertaining enough, but then I'd have to cite it, and I hate citing things. APA sucks. Another friend told me to dream about my list, but mostly people just enjoyed reading the lists. Yay, I'm glad I could provide some entertainment cuz believe me the week before my bday was HELL!!!

Then another friend showed up at my doorstep with a 6 pack of Dr. Pepper, yay! The first thing he says to me when I open the door is, "it's salmon, not pink." Referring to his shirt that he was wearing, lol. I just laughed at him. I then gave him a 30+ minute massage. Happy Birthday to ME, lol. :P J/K, in all reality I love giving massages, I love getting them too, of course.

A friend took me to breakfast and I only got a little bit lost getting there. :) That night we went to dinner, just my roommates and me. I wanted a drama free bday and thankfully I mostly had one. Unfortunately most of my friends can't be in the same room right now without there being some drama between all of them, so I opted to have no friends around, except 2. Maybe that's mean, but it's my bday and I have a bad track record with bdays I wasn't going to deal with other people's drama on that day, sorry. We went to P.F. Chang's. I haven't been there in a while. The funny thing is I HATE Chinese food. I'm not sure that qualifies as Chinese though. Well, it rocks anyways. Minus the fact that I for some reason decided it would be a good idea to eat one of the peppers. I thought I was going to start blowing fire out of my mouth. It was bad. I was dying. My roommates thought it was funny though. Never again. I can't even eat Hot Tamales, that pepper was WAY outta my league. I was miserable. (you can see the evil red pepper here...bain of my existence!!! Oh, and I like soy sauce) But I got to take home my "Chocolate Wall." Worth every calorie. SOOOO amazing. Chocolate cake, chocolate frosting, and fruit with raspberry sauce drizzled over it. Oh yeah!!!!! Love it!! Other than that, the day was pretty unexciting. Couple other good phone calls and texts. One friend was nice enough to mention that I was just one day closer to my death. Lovely. The quarter of a century thing came up a few times too. Oh well...my roommate was shocked when she realized that she's two years older than me which makes her 27, so hey, I'm not that old. J/K I'm just in my mid-twenties closer to 30 than 20. Groan....

P.S. I'll add the pics when I get them from my roommate. For some reason most of them I think are of me climbing into fountains. I have no idea why. I'm weird. Holding bag and purse, talking on the phone, walking into the fountain, and holding up my pants (I know you can't tell that, but I am) = multi-tasking at it's best!
Just so you can see how cool this fountain was (downtown Arlington has really cool fountains)
Testing the water....

It was really tempting...

My Birthday Rules (or rules for my birthday either one)

(The email I sent to my friends the night before my birthday)....
Ok people here's the deal...I've had a terrible week, no kidding. It started out horribly and got WAY worse from there. My bday is on Friday. I hate birthdays, but since a lot of you already know about it, I'm setting some ground rules. I have a bad track record with birthdays. They do not go well for me, I'd rather just kind of skip over them and I already feel old. My roommate decided I needed to make up this list of approved and unapproved topics and Rules/ Restrictions. If you think I'm kidding then you obviously have not talked to me this week. I've had the week from Hell. This is NO joke. If you bring up one of these restricted topics or break a rule do not think I will just laugh and blow it off and we'll be ok next week. You will be excommunicated from my birthday and probably as a friend too. I'm not feeling very forgiving this week. So read carefully. Ok, have a good rest of the week. Love you all, Jen

Rules/ Restrictions:
No one can wear the color pink in my presence
No one can "pop" their collar in my presence
No cutting onions in my presence

Unapproved topics:
School (don't ask me how it's going)
Nursing
Hospitals
Moving
Black Beauty (or any cars in general)
Papers
Exams
Sleep (or lack thereof)
My week (do NOT ask me about it)
Denver
Babies
Clinicals
My relationship with ANYONE (guy or girl)
The Metro
Rubik cubes (I'm sick of hearing about them, no offense)
Being old
Previous birthdays
Utah
the War
Iraq
Saudi Arabia (or why this is my nickname)
Baltimore
Homework
Harry Potter (I like HP I just don't want to hear about it on my bday)
Your advice on my life
Idaho
Arizona
Booeymongers
Awkward relationships
Dating
Marriage
Mitt Romney
Politics
Winter
Turtles
Humidity/ Heat
the Yankees
missing the baseball game on Monday
Finals
Transformers (I haven't seen it yet, stop rubbing it in)
Pinatas
Honey
Cauterizing
Rook
Sea Food
Grocery shopping
Clowns
Hair
Calories
Weight
Poison Ivy
Langley Ward

Approved Topics:
Baseball
Red Sox
Boston
Moose
Lighthouses
Pickles
Milk Chocolate
UFC (especially if you are a guy and want to try the moves on me- um, a friend said I should say that) :P
Bones (it's a TV show)
the Office
Colorado (but if you make me homesick you get kicked out)
the beach
Winnipesaukee
Ice cream
Dr. Pepper
Motorcycles
Black olives
Hot tubs
Shoulder holsters
Amusement Parks
Good music
Thunder and lightning storms
Painted toenails
Cowboys
Good movies
One liners from 8 Simple rules (that's for you, Lex) :)
Luv Sacs
My blog
Horses
Boats
Bulldozers
Guns
TWSS
Lightning bugs
Verbal vomit moments
Cereal
Bubble gum
Good memories of/ with me
Tree Houses
Swings
Boots
Squirrels

You can always try to bring up another topic but that's pretty risky for you unless you want to be on the hit list. Apparently, 24 would like to go out with a vengeance so my last week of being 24 is one of the worst I've ever had. Either that or 24 hates me. :) I'm past the tears point now, it's almost funny how bad this week has been, so I'm only partly joking here. :P Laters ya'll....

I'm the soberest drunk you've ever met...

Wow, way to start out a weekend, Jennie. So after a month and a half of trying to find a night when my roommies and I could all get together to go to a Nationals baseball game, we finally went last night. YAY. Pathetic that we can't find a night when all of us (there's only 4) can get together for 1 1/2 months, huh?!

Here's my addendum...if you don't already know I'm a HUGE baseball fan. That's an understatement too. I'm a die hard Red Sox fan. I'm also for whoever beats the Yankees. :) (I also like the Astros and I used to be a Rockies fan, but since my ex played for their farm system, I'm not exactly what you would call a fan anymore). So when I watch baseball, I get REALLY into it. I am LOUD, LOUD, LOUD. That's an understatement as well. I'm obnoxious. I'm like an out of control, drunk, baseball fan, that won't shut up. That even applies to watching it at home, but it's worse when I'm actually at a game. So I warned my roommates beforehand....

Ash and I smile (I swear I have a tan, she's just really dark)...Lex dances...and Bekah found her Metro card (too bad it was too late to use it)...and this is how we entertain ourselves on the Metro. She solved it!...it was apparently a long ride

Moving on to the game....we got there a little late, but it was already into the 2nd inning. Yeah go ahead and guess the score...hahahaha 0-5 Brewers. Ouch, the Nationals suck. Oh well, it's baseball, that's all I cared about. So everything was going fine, and then my roommates decided they were bored I guess. Hmmm...how about we try to embarrass the heck outta Jennie was their next thought, I'm pretty sure. I have this thing about being dared to do things- you can't dare me to do things, cuz I'll do them, unfortunately. I can't turn them down, usually. Boooo....so there were these 4 guys at the VERY top of the stadium who were like outta control fans. My roommies decided that I desperately needed to go become acquainted with these guys. haha. Blast! So that conversation went something like: Jennie: Hi, um, I think you guys are like the only real fans in this stadium and I'm down there and I'm the only one who's cheering. So I think it's awesome that you guys are fans. Can I get my picture with you?" Those aren't even close to my real words, but I don't remember my exact words, it was a long night as you will see. Yeah, I rock. I'm pretty sure they knew they were a bet, but whatever, I still did it.

The first pic is to show you they were literally at the top of the stadium with no one around so they watched us walk all the way up there and all the way back to our seats. Awesome. Yeah, they were totally in high school. hahahahaha...I have NO idea what I'm doing with my hands, and according to my roommate I look tiny compared to them, lovely.

OK, so this is where the night got really interesting. Like I said, I'm LOUD at baseball games. I'm also a very opinionated person and I know my baseball enough to be able to have an opinion and yell. So around the time I got back down to our seats, my roommates started noticing that a guy several rows ahead and the section over from us would turn around and look and laugh every time I yelled. Like I said, I'm not quiet. Apparently he and his dad thought I was incredibly entertaining. :) Oh, I also tend to, um, not edit things I yell when I'm watching baseball and I can be very mean and rude if I don't like something that happens. Now my roommates got really interested in this whole baseball game just b/c this guy was very interested in me. hahaha. Well, once I knew I had an audience and that I'd never see anyone in that stadium again, I figured i might as well play it up. "So let's give him a show, " is what I believe I said. hehehe. I'm sure everyone around me thought I was incredibly drunk and out of control. Unfortunately for them, I've never had a drink of alcohol in my life. I was totally sober. Baseball is intoxicating though, as are guys ;) ...you put them together and I'm a goner. Oh...and as one of my roommies put it "he had pretty blue eyes." Yes, yes he did. Well...me yelling approximately every 60 seconds, VERY loudly and him turning around and him and his dad laughing every time = ammo for my roommates. Yeah, they started planning my wedding. WHOA! Wait, wait, wait!!! They even picked where I was getting proposed to, where the wedding was at, who would be there, when it would be (today actually, well, technically yesterday, Saturday), what my colors were, etc. Um...hold on, kids...#1- I don't even know his name, #2- WT...?!, #3- I'm acting like I'm 12, whey would even want to talk to me (although he obviously thinks I'm funny and his dad loves me), and #4- I don't like the wedding colors you picked....hahaha, j/k. They even started texting our friends and telling them. Oh great.

(P.S. the nacho cheese was good...and red, white and blue in the background is him)

Moving on to more ways I made a fool out of myself in front of him. :D During the 7th inning stretch of course we got up and sang. Except instead of singing "Root, root, root, for the Nationals" I screamed "RED SOX." I'm pretty sure he heard that one and started laughing. I couldn't resist, sorry (but not really). Then he left for a few minutes and as he was walking back and got to the end of our row at the top of the stairs to go back to his seat, we hit a home run. Well, considering that was THE most exciting thing the Nats did the entire game, of course I was jumping up and down and screaming (my roommates were too). But he actually stopped at the end of our row, looks at me and starts applauding ME, LOL. I am awesome. Yeah, my roommies still won't let me live THAT one down. "He was applauding you and you couldn't even get his name....blah blah blah." I was going to get a real picture, but he kept turning around, and that would have been bad if he had seen that. So, this is the pic of him my roommate got on her phone, that's a little less obvious than an actual camera. :) He's in the red, white and blue and his dad has the yellow hat on. During the bottom of the 9th him and his dad moved down to the railing, so we decided we needed to be down there too. ;) These pictures are the disaster that resulted while he and his dad looked on and laughed.

(Why we needed a pic of me just by myself I don't know, I look like I'm on drugs and I'm talking....haha....I think she's embarrassed by me j/k)

The rest that were taken at this point are literally too awful for anyone to see.

I failed to mention earlier that at some point my roommates for some bizarre reason decided to start smacking me on the butt. Oh great...he probably thinks we're lesbians. Nice one roommies. :P But at this point I whipped around and a guy who worked in the stadium was walking by and he comments, "you didn't think I smacked you on the butt did you?" or something like that. Um, no. LOL, oh lovely. That was par for the night.

When the game ended we said something like have nice night and went up the stadium stairs to leave. My roommates were giving me a really hard time b/c I didn't ever get his name. Yeah, I'm not even going there. On the way down the ramp I was still incredibly um, "drunk" acting at least. So I was skipping...and I realized that he was standing on the upper level watching me skip down the ramp. hehehe. Of course I did it on purpose, duh! Hey, give me a break, how often do you get to act like you're 12 again?! They were teasing me that he was going to be on the same Metro as us. Uh, no...I've had enough humiliation for one night, it's one thing to be at a baseball game, trying to hold a civilized conversation after making a complete fool out of myself is a completely different story. Yeah guess who was on our train? LOL. What are the chances? Good thing he was in another car and he didn't get off at the same stop as us. Lucky me!

Oh...my wedding was supposed to be today. We went tubing on the Potomac, sorry, no wedding. But no worries, we're going to another Nats game next Monday. Oh...and my throat is killing me today. It was totally worth it!!!!!