daily bling.

a little lovin. just for you.

2006-10-28T18:01:00.000-07:00

hey friend.

you should hear this more often.

so open up your love vestibule and let it flow on in.

prepare yourself for encouragement explosion, in 3. 2. 1.

blastoff.

you are loved.

exactly the way you are.

right this second.

whatever you are thinking and feeling.

whether it be ugly,

selfish,

and hateful,

despressed,

self-conscious,

ignored,

exhausted,

rejected,

stressed,

mourning,

overhelmed,

ashamed,

frustrated,

bored,

afraid,

hurting,

helpless,

alone.

or

beautiful,

hopeful,

apreciated,

joyful,

alive,

happy,

confident,

generous,

content,

free,

and genuinely good.

whether you've had another yesterday over again, a great day, or the worst.

your contribution to today is uniquely different from anyone else's.

you are significant and beautiful.

so smile and know the awesome fantasticness of complete, full, unconditional love.

plymouth rock. or bust.

2006-09-16T12:15:00.000-07:00

so.

i guess there's only one correct way to make iced tea.

heat up the water.

chuck in the tea bag.

let it sit for awhile.

add ice.

voila.

iced tea.

but me being typical me.

i decided to try coloring outside these tea- making lines.

enter my brain.

welcome. enjoy your stay.

dude.
i want some iced tea.
well okay.
how do we make it?
hot water and the whole deal.
lame.
too much effort.

hmmmm.

iced water.
add a tea bag?
a tea bag in water... flavors that water no matter what temperature it is.

right?

that would make logical sense i think.

wow.

why hasnt anyone thought of this idea before?
i must be like a tea genius or tea pioneer or something.

sweet.
lets do it.

so.

after that exhilarating conversation in my head.

i was pumped and ready to execute the plan.

step one.

gather the materials.

tea bag. check.
huge mug. check.
water. check.
ice cubes. check.

step two.

combine.

step three.

wait.

...5 minutes later.

enter brother stage right.

(inspects experiment)

i dont think that's working.

you have to heat up the water first. loser.

exit brother.

shaking fist.
it'll work. you'll thank me someday...

observe progress.

clear water. floating ice. floating tea bag.

taste test.

water.

dangit.

what am i supposed to do now.

discouraged, i am faced with a tough decision.

continue on my iced tea exploration expedition with no guarantee of success in sight.
or.
quench my mango munchies.

dang.

heat water up separately in a bowl.
put tea bag in.
let sit for 4 minutes.
pour into previously iced water in huge mug.

dangit.

problem numero uno...too much water.

dump.

problem numero dos...ice and hot tea=melting ice:but no room in mug for more ice.

dump.

whew. finally.

5 cups of wasted water later.

iced tea.

holler.

uh oh.

the tea bag's still in there.

no prob.

let's just pull it out.

wrong.

the tea bag is stuck to an ice cube.

its the whole warm tongue sticking to the cold pole thing.

okay. no prob.

let's just gently nudge the bag off the cube.

wrong again.

this tea bag hates me.

i probabaly would hate me too.

dunk.
ice water.
dunk.
burning water.
dunk.
ice water again.

but this.

this was a little harsh.

it decides that it would be cool to just rip and explode its mango love grains.

tight. tea bag. tight.

defeat never tasted so mango crunchtastic.

dang.

i guess there's still only one way to make iced tea.

it never hurts to try though, right?

right.

but.

this.

this was definately an exploration failure.

just call me christopher columbus.

but at least his mistake looks good in the history books.

day four:part one.

2006-07-11T01:16:00.000-07:00

after yesterdays failure of a search for sundae crunch bars. we compromised.

fun with grass in the pool.

we are interesting.

target has mucho fun around every corner.

day four:part 2.

2006-07-11T00:50:00.000-07:00

we are in safari hats being eaten by an enormous pink boa. well flyin killer whales....

they have....

sundae crunch bars.

hello tent construction.

fishing nerdy-glasses-tye-die- wearing twins.

we got our dollar store butterfly net and our fishin pole. we are ready to camp.

up close and personal.

roastin our marshmallows in the wilderness on a blazin fire.

ooooo. sticky goodness.

day 3:part one.

2006-07-08T22:58:00.000-07:00

they do not have sundae crunch bars.

clouds. suck.

but they do have kool-aid. woot.
we are officially potted.

ceramic turtles. are tight.

we heart mambas on ermond. our porch swing.who lives at the grocery store.

day 3 :part two.

2006-07-08T17:18:00.000-07:00

grannies in action at the target.

holla. dolla store. holla.

no blue bunny sundae crunch bars.

yes. im in the cart.

the search for ice cream has made us a little upset.

oh my fruit of the loom.

the artists.

let craft night begin.

glitter.pom poms. stickers. friendship bracelets. heck yes.

whatup awesome turtles.whatup.

day two.

2006-07-06T01:26:00.000-07:00

cleaning out the sparkles.

woot woot for huge glasses and little blinky glasses from the dollar store.

us. with our blinky glasses and glowing pendants.

sar. the bug catcher.

hello hot wheels toothbrush bracelets.

saweet spiderman hats.

umm holy son of hot goggles.

i wanta go ta sleep sar.

part one: day one.

2006-07-05T00:45:00.000-07:00

oi. good morning sweedie.

before patriotic dyage.

after patriotic dyage.

the suspects.

umm hey there awesome swirl.

part 2: day one.

2006-07-05T00:20:00.000-07:00

jigga freaking awesome.

walking around walmart decked out in red white and blue, we love you!

bling bling for ring ring.

todays stock of sweedies.

can anyone say fireworks on our heads.

peace dawgs. peace.

awesome patriotic door bows.

you are jealous.
fireworks baby.

pre.sweedieness.

2006-07-03T23:13:00.000-07:00

wooooooot.

face washin friendies.

holy fruit of the loom.

how many sweedies does it take to move jojo's suitcase.

this my friends.

is just a preview of coming attractions.

of sweedie happiness.

prepare yourselves.

this is nothing to joke around about.

one fabulous toe.

2006-06-20T12:53:00.000-07:00

shakespeare hopped germany in bathtubs with stripes of zeebas shells for science

olympiads around the mullet of thick curly pineapples because microphones and golfballs

abound inside recycling bins full of brilliant merely for the purpose of shoving

skateboards with love at old lady's purses and mickey mouse ears which sit upon foreign

flags with ingenious dogs who hibernate under rotting garbage in Benin's mailboxes

which have free candles that smell like cell phones after a good bath in cow spots that intice

massages from strangers.

2006-06-18T15:02:00.000-07:00

dear hairy larry centipede.

i strongly disapprove of your presence in my shower.

your legs are disgusting and make me feel creepy crawly.

you skitter on my shower curtain and make me unable to enjoy my shower.

no matter how much water i douse you with, you refuse to go away.

sucka. i could make your death pretty dang unpleasant.

i have shampoo, face wash and shaving cream.

this time you got off with a swirling trip down the drain.

this time.

if i were you i would not show my face again.

oh and i'd warn your little centifriends too.

sincerely,

your worst nightmare.

2006-06-17T19:20:00.000-07:00

h o p E.

himmicanes and seed dispersal.

2006-06-16T15:52:00.000-07:00

september 17,1999.

Wow!

Hurricane Floyd has hit the east coast.

I'm sure glad that it didnt hit Wisconsin because I woudn't know what to do.

I have never been in a flood or tornado ever yet.

This storm was a himmicane beacse Floyd is a boy's name, if it was a girls name then it would be a hurricane.

The water was 12 feet high!

That's high!

october 7,1999.

Today we went to the nature center.

We learned totally awsome stuff about seed dispersal.

Stuff like how the animals fur catchs on the burs.

Guess what?

They make felcro because of burs sticking to animal's fur.

The thing that was most interesting was a plant called touch-me not.

When an animal bumps into the touch-me not the seeds burst out of a little pouch that holds the seeds.

I also learned about a plant called a teasel and it's got prickles to protect the seeds inside.

I thought this experience was very, very cool.

I'm glad no one got posion ivy.

jealous?

2006-06-13T16:16:00.000-07:00

happiness.

........

size 8.

........

three dollars.

.........

st. mary's thrift store.

.........

word.

well leaping lemurs.

2006-05-31T19:21:00.000-07:00

there are so many days that i just want to be little again.

today was another one of those days.

seriously. like when you were little all you wanted to do was be a big girl/ big boy.

but being grown up. way overrated.

today i was thinking about one aspect of childhood that i wish i still had.

fearlessness.

as i was sitting outside enjoying the glorious sun doing my geometry homework, i watched the little neighbor boys playing hide and seek.

2 of them found the most prime spot.

the center of a huge pine tree.

yup. they just jumped right in.
no regard whatsoever for the fact that pine trees are not too buddy buddy with skin.

there was clearly no time for that. the seeker was counting down from 15.

so then as the seekers approached the tree the 2 decided to just climb the tree.
these two 7 year olds.
wow. i wanta be 7 again.

now im not saying you are not allowed to climb pine trees as a grown up. i frankly was tempted to jump right in there with em. but as a grown up we unfortuatly have knowledge.

knowledge of cuts,
scrapes,
falling,
poison ivy,
breaking branches,
sticky sappy hands

...minor minor things that dont matter in the long run but cause us to hesitate rather than make that pine tree leap.

so after watching these boys play hide and seek i tried to think of times while i was little that i was fearless. there are many. but one sticks out.

be prepared to be amused.

k so ill set the scene for you.

my friend molly and i.
decided to rollerblade.
big hill.

i cannot stop on rollerblades. i cant ever lift my toes to engage the heel brake. stupid.

so molly and i are at the top of this medium-sized hill and i begin to inform molly of my braking issue.

but she says. dont worry. just hit the mailboxes. they'll help slow you down.

no hesitation. no second thoughts. no questions asked.

oh okay molly. no problem.

yea. i guess she didnt mean that literally.

so you know how sometimes you remember things in slow motion. thats exactly how this memory goes down.

BAM.

full body shot.
mailbox straight to the stomach,
body hurling backwards.
attempting to catch myself. getting all wheel, no brake.
cement.

dangit.

ouch.

my butt.

completely slanted mailbox. molly laughing at me from the bottom of the hill. dog barking.

aww crap.

dog barking. in the lawn of the victimized mailbox.

more slow motion.

turning of the head.
picture comes into focus.
angry human next to dog. watering the lawn.

dangit.

so sorry about the mailbox.

ouch my butt.

i then tried to resume an upright position. not an easy task in rollerblades.
not to mention laughing hysterically, a hill, bleeding hands, a hurting butt and an angry onlooker.

after finally getting up and attempting to fix the mailbox i decided that i had had about enough of the whole rollerblade- hill combo.

so i decended the hill in the grass.... on my hands and knees.

pathetic.

but as the saying goes... pathetic comes after the fall.

i guess i would rather leap without the fear of falling or of the pathetic that follows, than never leap at all.

so.

leap into pine trees.
run, full body, into mailboxes.

be fearless.

im that one girl who makes up poems about her lawn mower.

2006-04-27T14:49:00.000-07:00

ode to the big red joy producer, arnold.

.......

oh arnold.

......

how i heart you so.

but sometimes i wonder if you will cut off my toe.

.......

you let me choose how low i want the grass to be and the speed at which we cut.

although your lack- of-padding- seat definatly kills my butt.

.......

you are very loud and racecar red.

grass and gas are what you are fed.

.......

but sometimes ants are your rare treat.

they all come crawling out of their little hills in tragic defeat.

.......

you make lots of pretty lines that are about as straight as a hula hoop.

but you can get creative -making a swirl or even a loopdeloop.

.......

"never go horizontal across a hill" or so the rules say.

but we just lean and do it anyway.

.......

there are many objects that tend to get in our way like trees, wells and hoses.

and we run into bushes parting them like they're the red sea and we're moses.

......

we've shared many good times together.

you make me feel like im soaring, light as a feather.

......

oh arnold.

.......

you fill my heart with so much glee.

and most improtantly, go perfectly with a snapple peach iced tea.

inane. to the maximum.

2006-03-29T14:46:00.000-08:00

friends.
i know its been a long time.

so im going to speak with you about ....ummm.....colors and font options that make me upset.

k so here's the deal.
fonts are definatly key in expressing a certain emotion right? right.

so whats with the fact that in this blog you have only 8 options.
one of which is webdings.
last time i checked.... i have a few more than 8 emotions.

moreover.

when you do have more than 8 choices, half of the fonts look exactly alike.
like honestly does anyone really think that this looks different from this.
k so maybe they do. but you smell my wiff.

therefore.

i've decided that i wanta make up my own font.
i have no clue what it would look like...but it would look tight. and would be a really rockin expressor.

heres the other thing with fonts.

i think teachers are afraid to change theirs.
every worksheet.
same font.
same color paper. white.

this brings me to color.

dagnabit.
why are people so freaking anticolor.
k thats pretty much all i have to say about that.

except for the color blue.
this color is not flattering on anyone's fingers.
the rings that turn your fingers blue can go die.
honestly.

oh and red.
in the form of blood.
spewing out of my ankle.
shaving can also go die.

one more. yellow.
on the side of the school bus.
dont get me wrong.
i love riding the bus. but.
missing the bus.
worst feeling in the world.
anyone who's missed their bus knows what im talking about.
that feeling as you are running through your house and right as you step out the door.
bam.
that mass of yellow turns the corner that you were supposed to be standing on.
missing the bus, you can go die too.

k i lied.
one more color that needs to cease to exist.
light creamy green.
in the form of grasshopper fudge minus the fudge.
seriously. since when do you only get 3, i repeat, 3 chunks of fudge in your grasshopper fudge.
no.
ya know what.
it doesnt even deserve that name.
get away from me. grasshopper nothing.
take that.

k supercalifragilistically pointless rant. over. carry on.

z to a.

2006-03-07T14:36:00.000-08:00

as usual.

going against the trend.

not hearting.

hating.

100.

z to a.

here goes.

.................................................................................

Weekly work ethic. Bring it Ms. P.

When the dentist asks you questions while his fingers are clearly in your mouth.

When people who dont know you pretend that they do.

When people take out their anger on innocent bystanders.

When people make you feel stupid. crap.

When people(/ my siblings. cough) are too afraid to:

a. Change the T.P roll.

b.Take the last one of something.

c. Throw away the box.

"What about Bob?"

Water up your nose.

Unpacking.

Tyra's talk show. freaking oprah wannabe.

Typing in www. elmbrook.k12.us. dont ask.

Trying too hard-ness.

Trend following.

Too strong air freshners.

Too short tshirts.

Too tight ponytails. i cant feel my face.

Too much structure.

Too long fingernails.

Tight dress pants.

Sweating and shivering at the same time.

Stupid commercials.

Striped bleached highlights.

Standerized tests.

Spoiled-ness.

Soggy socks.

Smell of seafood.

Small talk.

Slicked back hair.

Suaveness.

Shirts with a graphic only in the corner. im more of a center kinda gal.

Selfishness.

Seaweed in a lake clinging to your legs.

Scantrons.

Routines.

Pointy lip drinkers.

Pointy anythings.

Petting dogs and then smelling like butt because of it.

People telling me to clean my room.

Painful acne.POP. score.

Overplayed songs.

Original Pringles. I can already feel the headache coming on.

Nails on the chalkboard. okay wait. how many times have i actually heard that.

New oven smell.

Mom jeans.

Monopoly.

Misunderstandings.

Mean-ness.

Losing things.

Lack of communication.

Jean shopping.

Itchy sweaters.

1/2 cm belts.

Ignorance.

Hypocritical-ness.

Hotdogs.

Horny boys. Lets control the hormones please.

High school.

Hearing someone throw up.

Helplessness.

Hangnails.

Growing up.

Greasyness.

Grabby ankle pants.

Getting yelled at.

Getting shampoo in your eye.

Fur coats.

Forgetting. its your birthday? DANGIT.

Feeling alone.

Family Feud.

Fake yellow lighting.

Fakeness.

Excessive exclamation points. like omg!!!!!!!!!!

Elmbrook school district grading scale. 91.5 yea thats still a B.

Drawn on eyebrows.

Drama queens.

Disagreeing.

Dirty teeth feeeling. plaquetastic.

Debris under nails.

Dead fish handshakes.

Cutting your fingernails too short.

Crabby teachers.

Confrontation.

Computers.

Competitiveness. its just a game people.

Combusting deodorant.

Cockyness.

Closed mindedness.

Clean/ Organized anything in my life.

Chunky dress shoes.

Cow chewers.

Changing friends. verb or adjective.

Carpool laners with clearly only one person. pregnant women?hmmm.

Butt w's.

Biting through the seal on a brat or sausage.

Being told "im disappointed in you."

Being left out or ignored. gotta love the silent treatment.

Being lectured.

Being falsely accused.

Being a girl.

Bad aftertastes.

Alarm clocks.

this.

took me.

honestly.

like a week.

so dont be a hater.

unless of course you have a spare week layin around to do it in.

rarrwwwrrrar.

2006-02-25T17:51:00.000-08:00

frozen food section?

2006-02-03T17:19:00.000-08:00

1 pizza lunchable + 1 loose tooth = a life lesson?

yea.

you read correctly.

now friends.

lunchables are not the cheapest thing in the grocery store.
not the most expensive, but definatly not the cheapest.

so whenever we got them as kids....

lemme tell you. it was an awesome day.

now. i always got the turkey and cheese sandwich kind, but i remember one day in my lunchable history when i stepped out of the box, tried something new.

pepperoni pizza. yeayea.

but there was only one problem.

i couldnt eat it.

i had an extremely loose tooth right in the front.

i loved having loose teeth and so did my brother.
seriously. i know its kinda weird.
but i really loved:

1 twisting the tooth all the way around.
2 applying constant pressure... pushing the tooth the wrong way.
3 hearing and feeling the roots rip.
4 talking with the tooth stuck in or out in an odd direction.
5 popping the tooth back into place.

and numero 5 is where the lesson comes in.

whenever the pain got a little TOO intense for my liking...i could simply pop the tooth back into place and the pain would disappear.

this is what my brother and i concluded from our skewed enjoyment and passion for loose tooth pain.

we like pain that we can control.

if it hurt too much, we could make it stop.

if only life worked like a loose tooth....

ready...PUSH!

2006-01-30T14:28:00.000-08:00

yo.

this one will be quick. ..

okay guys.

i read blogs all the time and i love them.

but.

there's only one problem that i come across .

some of them, although containing wonderful thoughts and words,
also contain NO spaces between thoughts, NO periods, NO breaks of any kind.

and this, friends is ridiculously painful for my brain.

reading these crunched-to- the- max blogs is almost like, well...

giving birth.

not that i would know how this feels... but i do know that it involves some/large amounts of pain.

every word.

ouch.

every sentence.

ouch.

eye yi yi.

and by the end, i must admit... I'm eager to click the little red X that releases my eyes and my brain.

so.

i want to hear your thoughts...i really do.

but if you want people's reading experience to be more enjoyable than the birthing process.....

i would suggest adding a little space.

but, hey, for all I know, giving birth just might be enjoyable.

one hundred percent jelly.

2006-01-10T17:44:00.000-08:00

well 'ello there.

i know its been awhile.

but.

i would like to share my long-standing(although just recently uncovered) opinions on 3 different aspects of....

vaseline.

1. huuuuumongous??

Being cursed with dry skin and lips, that are only made drier during these winter months, im a huge fan of vaseline.

But, the tub thinger is like seriously the size of my face.

i mean honestly does anyone need that much vaseline all at the same time?

well, unless of course you've ever [like myself] considered taking a bath in some petroleum goodness.

but still.

reaching into the slimy, vaseliny abyss can get messy.

2. flavors?

so the other day i ventured to our downstairs bathroom. i saw out of the corner of my eye, a purple cover atop a vaseline-shaped tub. i thought, well that's peculiar.

lavendar and chamomile.

jiggawhat....jigga why...jigga who needs flavored vaseline?

just thought you should be aware. didnt want to leave you in the dark.

3. travel?

i dig anything travel-sized. no idea why.

so the other day while walking through T to the arget i spotted, to my shock and disbelief, the solution to my gooey hands dilema.

there it was.

travel-sized vaseline.

can anyone tell me why i had to go to the travel section to find this 1.75 oz tub of happiness?

yea thats exactly what i thought too.

moreover.

i know you all already have your own opinions about this highly controversial issue ... just thought i would share mine.

hippos. hyppos.

2005-12-02T15:17:00.000-08:00

aight dawgs.

okay so people who are hypocritical make me ooober upset.

and yes this includes me...i am 100% pure hyppo. im working on it.

but this week i came into contact with 2 main groups of them that really got me going.

this is a long and passionate one. so hang on tight.

okay so this whole week Stand Proud, the minority/gay rights club at our school has been putting up signs defining gay and therefore illustrating that most of us use the word incorrectly.

and i agree. completely.

its ridiculous when people use this as a derogatory term towards a person, thing or idea.

and to further show our ridiculousness, people were writing supid comments and tearing down these posters. wow awesome. way to treat them with the respect they want.

BUT

in the hall i overheard 2 members of Stand Proud who were staying after school....to put up more posters and were discussing "the stupid people who tore their signs down".

the topic then switched . one asked the other "do you know so- and-so?" and the other said somthing to the effect of "oh yea the ugly one in our english class who smells all the time?"the other chuckled saying "yea that one"

JIGGAWHAT.

does that even make sense?

you expect people to treat you with respect and yet you dont return that? im sorry but that sounds REdiculous. not to mention hypocritical.

THEN

today the school newspaper came out.

every month students can write a letter to the editor to be published. and this month's was written by a member of the homosexual minority at our school. they were furious about how people treat them.

" So, when i hear these degogatory terms being used, it only makes me certain that it is the biased and uneducated people who feel it necessary to make me feel inferior simply to make themselves feel better about what an idiot they really are."

ouch.

respect? im not too sure im hearing the respect in that one.

okay.

time out.

coffee break.

ready go!

jumping jacks.

arm circles.

touch your toes.

phew. we're back. okay so continuing on. almost done, promise.

on the bus today we were discussing this letter to the editor. written by yep you guessed it...Sir Lancelot of Purple. so the guys were all saying that this was so stupid and making fun of it and the person, for saying what they were saying. and i was like okay wait a second you guys. this is exactly why they are writing this letter. people like you who are disrespectful of them.

"we" disrespect them. "they" disrespect us.

i then questioned one of the boys that was being very vocal about the stupidity of the letter, so do you have gay friends? his response: well no. i told him that i do. i have gay friends. it is a daily stuggle for me. i dont agree with their lifestyle and i dont live it either. but that does not mean that i therefore have the permission to treat them like any less of a person because i disagree with them.

so.

the moral of the story?

treat others how you want to be treated. i dont care who they are, what they look like or how they (or people they're assosiated with) have treated you in the past.

i think we can all work on this.

super random! to the rescue!

2005-11-06T18:42:00.000-08:00

yo dawgss.

no topic as of yet.
only random pointless questions floatin round up in the noggin.

if you see anything you think would be interesting to hear more about, lemme know.

oh gosh. you cant say i didnt warn you but

super randomness. ready set go.

1 why doesnt my clock keep time?
2 why are there so many words for throw up?
3 why do the packers keep losing?
4 why are the fall colors so short lived?
5 why can i never keep my room clean?
6 why do abandoned buildings make me so sad and so curious at the same time?
7 why did i get a 100% on my chemistry test?(hint:100%jer)
8 why do hot McDonald's fries taste oh so good?
9 why are #2 pencils, number two... when they are clearly superior and we are required to use them on all standardized tests?
10 why do i feel like a horrible person when someone disagrees with me?
11 why does ice cream get freezer burned?
12 why do some people have so much and some people have so little?
13 why are candles so calming ?
14 why did my deodorant decide to explode into a magillion pieces randomly?
15 why do we have to wear funny hats while playing water polo?
16 what would it be like to get sucked into a vaccuum cleaner?
17 why do reporters always need to be LIVE and somehow that makes the story higher on the list?
18 why have i never gotten lost on a field trip before this week?
19 what would our hands and feet look like without nails?
20 why is english so complex?
21 why do standardized tests exist?

okay okay ill be done...
im truly sorry that i just wasted that last 5 minutes of your life with the pathetically ridiculous, obnoxiously unprofound-ness of this post.

oh wait one more question.

22 why does jo suck so hardcore at blogging and at life in general?

mini me.

2005-10-19T14:04:00.000-07:00

hola amigos.

this week i have been reminded on many occasions of my kidhood. and so i am going to share it with you some with words, but more with pictures.

i was an interesting kid or so im told. stubborn and rebellious....with a ton of hair.

my best friend when i was little was a boy named brett. his dad was a news reporter and brett owned one of the things that i prolly wanted most, some of you may have too.....

a mini jeep. yea you know the ones. barbie pink or gijoe camo.

brett and i would ride around in it for LONG periods of time...yea. thats prolly when mike and sue pulled to plug on the whole boy idea for me. dang jeep.

i definatly had my naughty points as a kid. there is one that i remember vividly.

i was at my best girl friend's katies house and she had this awesome chalkboard and the main character in this story.....a fantabulous eraser. with a rainbow on the top!!! pathetic i know, but back then...tunnel vision to the max. so anyways, i was like "hey katie, i love your eraser!" and ya know what she said? "umm you CAN'T have it." i specifically remember he saying that! wow either we were really good friends, she was being a or i was just being extremeeeely obvious about what i wanted..... im guessing it was the latter . so, you guessed it. when katie was in the bathroom i definatly g-snatched that rainbow beauty and hid it under my shirt the whole way home. of course feeling so guilty i thought i was going to cry. but yes this is were the story ends. sadly there was no- "mom i feel so bad i stole this"through tears- no mom turns car around- no jo gives eraser back to katie-- ending. nope. none of that happened, in fact i still have that eraser. sad, pathetic, retarded...but true and ya know what? to this day i have never stolen another thing. i learned my lesson and that counts for somthing right?

well thats it for now about my kidhood but im sure that there will be MANY more in the future...

little me, for your viewing pleasure.

ahhhhh yeaaa. me and em.

i knew i always loved being surrounded with pillows. especially these sweet 80's pillows.wootwoot.

sick, sad me.there are many days now where i look just like this....

hideously velvet.

ohhh dear.

shush. i was excited, okay?

last but not least....more pojo fashion?

blue green wednesday.

orange tuesday.

wardrobeness.

2005-10-17T18:10:00.000-07:00

bonjour mes amies.

upon the request of another rockin blogger... i am starting a wardrobe section on my blog??? i guess?

in these pics, i have decided that i will find somthing that matches me around my house and it too will be featured right here in blog city.

im not sure what this "fashion" section will look like yet and im definatly open to suggestions, but as of this moment....

today. monday. i went pink....
now, i wear pretty much every color on the spectrum, but pink is stepping slightly out of my box.

todays accesories:

pink. earrings. target dollar spot.

pink. authentic vintage belt. woven kinda? found in jer's basement trunk....woot for marcia's styyyyyle.

pink. square bracelet. 25cents. st. mary's thrift store.

todays featured item:

pink. rose. one of 12 . given my mama to my papa. yay sweetest day!

......well there y'are. your first look into pojo "fashion".

fall anyone?

2005-10-06T13:07:00.000-07:00

hey dudes.

alright alright. i know its been a while since ive written. i apologize sincerely but ive been lacking a topic and i still kinda of am.

so just roll with this one for now and i promise there will be better ones to come ....

fall.

yea thats right. fall.

today we got the first taste of fall and ive got to say i kinda enjoyed it.

(although it was slightly cold playing tennis in shorts and a tee shirt at 9 am out there, its okay.)

we, being wisconsites, our bodies get freaked out if the season isnt changing the right way...our bodies need the constanaity of the seasonal changes. but i have to say that today october 6 was in stark contrast to the 90 degree weather of monday and tuesday and... im thinkin my body is slightly confused.

that said though, i love fall.

......and here are just a few of the cazundles of reasons why:

1. the smell and feel of the crisp autumn air.

2. the CRUNCH. you all know what im talking about.

3. warm blankets!!!

4. rake, bag, repeat.

5. candy corn.

6. the sound of a football game on in the living room on a sunday afternoon.

7. who doesnt love red, orange and yellow.

8. mittens and warm socks.

9. hot apple cider.

10. hoodies.

11. grabbing handfuls of pumpkin goo.

12. fighting over who gets to answer the door next to give the trick or treaters candy.

13. cold, red, faces with slightly runny noses.

14. orange frosting oreos.

wow there are so many more. but ill stop there.

now get out there and show your fall pride people!!

hope at the bus stop

2005-09-23T21:30:00.000-07:00

hello again friends.

as some of you know, every morning i ride the good ol bus to school and i actually throughoughly enjoy it. yes i know im a loser but i do.

now the bus comes to get me at about 7:20 every morning and as im standing there waiting, the sun is just rising ... lemme tell you its gorgeous. i seriously dig when the sunlight like hits the dew(slash frost) and shines through the tree branches. definatly a rockin sight when you'd rather be 15 feet up the road in your warm bed.

to keep my mind off the time, my cold tired body and the drama- filled prison im headed for, i try to observe the happenings in the hood so to speak. i could probably tell you what car is gonna pass next and which garage door will open, and what time the cars of the surrounding houses leave and in what order. ah yes there are varations... the occasional runner, a speeding car that almost runs me over, a landscaping truck here and there... but usually nothing extremely out of the ordinary.

but this week at the bus stop....

someone NEW! wow yes i was exxcited. i much as i love standing there talking to my cold, tired self.. NOT, wow was this an exciting day. i love new people! like seriously it gave me hope that the day might not be so bad. and he actually talked to me!! woot! his name is john and hes a freshman and he moved here from virginia and he has 5 kids in his family and he went to st. doms and he has a date for homecoming and hes in band and football anddddd..... wow sorry i done.( yes meg i did the routine new person random question thing ahah.) but as you can see im excited! because it might not jsut be me at the bus stop anymore. like i dont think you realize how cold and lonely it is...ok wow its not that bad but STILL! there's hope! i probably scared the poor kid half to death. maybe thats why he didnt ride that bus the next oh gosh.....

standing at the corner is always an interesting place to be.

p.s. just squint your eyes and voila! the picture at the top becomes clear. yes im computer stupid, but work with me here people!

peach snapple.

2005-09-13T17:59:00.000-07:00

real fact #172
did you know that your eye makes 50 movements every second?

...yes i know that was the deepest thing youve heard today (as will be this blog im sure). but no matter the profoundness of this proclamation it is pretty dang amazing, right? and in addition to the fact that this was featured on the cap of a PEACH SNAPPLE.

wow. thats all i can say about the amazing peach snapple that i am currently consuming.

i have a passion for peach snapples.

i have absolutly no clue why...like do i associate them with good memories, is it cuz i love peaches, or maybe jsut cuz i like orange...the color of the paper wrapping? who knows. but i guess the reason doesnt really matter....all i know is that today the pure goodness of a peach snapple is what i needed.

sad that something so simple can make this tues- day a little better.

can i get a wooot for pointless blogs about life's simple pleasures?

my disease...

2005-09-08T19:05:00.000-07:00

hello friends.

for all of you out there who know me, you know that i was born with a disease. a very serious disease that shows its effects often. i was born with the inability to take praise in any form.

seriously.its bad.

whenever anyone conpliments me, it is my immediate instinct to try to somehow stop it from entering the air or to turn it around, to somehow degrade that compliment. and the sad thing is i have no clue how to stop myself from doing it. i have had numerous conversations with numerous people about this problem of mine and yet i havent changed.

so today we were given the assignment of giving someone a compliment that we normally wouldnt compliment. piece of cake. i compliment about an average of at a least 20 people a day..okay maybe not i totally just guessed...but anyways, i compliment people a lot and normally they compliment me back...this is where the problem comes in. was i expecting a compliment back...NOOOO way.

ookay wait hold up dont get me wrong i love , need and apprecieate compliments just as much as the next person. getting a compliment can totally make my day so much better. BUT as much as i love, need and appreciate these little smiggins of happiness...i have not the slightest clue what the heck to do with them.

have you ever tried to sneeze with your eyes open? besides the fact that its humanly impossible, thats just about as hard as it is for me to accept a compliment.

now i know youre all saying...wow duh jo you just say "thank you" but this concept is close to impossible for me to get my little brain around. today when my friend complimented me i was like" nooooo nooo" and she leaned over to another person and said "this girl can not take compliments". this other person then asked me why? and gave me a extremely confused look. Now, this was bad, for some reason it made me feel like crap that this girl who did not even know me at all was so perplexed and somewhat annoyed by my response to a compliment.

okay so now some of the reason that i feel like i cant take a compliment.... prollly because i feel like if i say thank you i am being somehow conceited. the weird thing is that when someone says thank you to my compliment it doesnt bother me at all but when they try to deny it,i get frustrated and super sad that they wont take it.

if youre confused..welcome to my world.

more about this later...im still trying to figure it all out but it was just relavent to my day so i thought that i would try and re process this major issue in my life. comment if you wanta. thanks for reading and im sorry that it was random but thats just how my brain's working today. i hope your day was fabulous!!!!

love,

blinging po jo

My First Blog Ever!

2005-09-02T16:15:00.000-07:00

I don't know what to say!