goll damn, i could use a coke

It's 4:10pm and I haven't showered. Nope, not sick. Just lazy.

I was gonna run to the Mav and grab a coke, and then I looked in the mirror and decided I should never leave the house looking like this. I hate my life sometimes. 

Oh, and of course I get to have my booking picture taken this week. Glad I have 20 million zits on my face. You're welcome, Cedar City. Enjoy!

Southern Utah Road Trip 2010

Today Britt and I decided to take a trip to Red Cliffs, which turned into St. George, which turned to Enterprise, Beryl, and New Castle.

What a lovely way to spend a beautiful day.



















Red Cliffs

health care, smhealth care...

What's all the fuss about? Honestly. 

The current heath care system is not perfect or even semi-perfect. Lets try something new. I don't care if you agree or not, it's happening and fighting it won't help. Although the new plan may not be perfect (is there ever a perfect plan?), it's a step in the right direction.

I won't lie, I am not an expert on the matter and I won't pretend that I am. I haven't read the bill in its entirety, but have those of you who are opposed to it read it either?

Change isn't bad. 

the 2010 airborne crisis

Once upon a time there was a girl named Jill, that's me.

She woke up like this:

After a trip to the store and buying some:

Jill put the tablet in a cup:

After waiting a few minutes, Jill drank the water/Airborne mixture. Uh-oh...it wasn't dissolved all the way.

Jill starting choking:

Since she's dramatic she ran downstairs, unable to breathe, and woke up her sister Anne:

Anne didn't know what to do, so after a few seconds the tablet dislodged itself. Jill and Anne laughed.

Anne went back to bed. Jill felt awesome and went to school.

when i grow up...

When I was little I thought I wanted to teach elementary school. I love kids and I really liked school, so why not? Plus everyone and their dog in my family (not everyone, but lots) was or is involved in the education system.  Education just seemed like a natural route for me to take as I grew older. After taking Education 2000 at SUU I decided I would rather slit my own wrists and rip my teeth out with a fork than teach school. That left me with just one problem. What will I do instead?

Good question.

Here are some of my ideas on the matter:
Tubing Guide:
I would just tell people all the safety precautions and let them float on down the river. I love tubing, so I'd never get bored...at least not for a few years.                                

Since it's inevitable that I'll get bored with my tubing guide job, I would then like to be a:

 Bookstore Owner:

I would love own a bookstore because I could read all day long and I'm sure I'd meet some rad people along the way, also. This women really looks like she's livin' the dream. I want this job. I will do this.      

After my bookstore takes off and I have enough money to hire a few employee's, I'll be free to be a:

Basketball Coach:

I don't care if I'm coaching high school, Jr. Jazz, or a small community college team, I just wanna coach. I think it'd be so much fun. Plus, I'd be a kick-ass coach. I'd get some travel in with the team and I'd get to watch/play basketball and make money. Cool.

In the meantime, I'd still have to check on my bookstore every now and then so I'd stay busy even in the off-season. After I got the hang of things and settled into being so busy, I'd add in being a:

Cafe/Coffee Shop Owner:

I'd be smart about it though and it would be part of my bookstore. I've always wanted to own a small diner or cafe and what could be more perfect than a bookstore cafe? I think nothing. Grilled cheese would be the specialty. 

The transition from this move won't take long, so I'll add in this next one soon afterwards. I will be a:

Co-Bar-Owner: (my partners know who they are)

I've dedicated entire posts to my bar, "Meet Me Upstairs" so I find it unnecessary to re-blog about it. Just know it's gonna be a freaking awesome place to hang out. 

 

I figure after accomplishing all of these jobs, someone will indefinitely want me to be their: 

Inspirational Speaking Assistant:

Note the "assistant". I don't want to do the speaking or the inspiring. I just want to travel and go to fancy places and look cool while someone else takes the job of speaking and inspiring others. How cool would it be  to basically do nothing and get paid for it. I mean, sure, I'll get coffee and dinner for the speaker and then go explore new cities. Don't try and steal my idea...there are only so many inspirational speakers to go around and I need one of them to hire me!

After I've done all these things, I'll probably write a book and everyone will love me. I'll be famous.

something i could work on...

"Intelligent people talk about ideas, mediocre people talk about events, dumb people talk about people"

- Eleanor Roosevelt

Sometimes I wish I could go back to the carefree, fun times.

Then I remember times like this:

Being a kid was fun; I 'd go back any day, for one day. I just never, ever, ever wanna go back to middle school or high school. I was (and I guess still am) painfully awkward. Ah, the joys of being an awkward pre-pubescent middle school girl.

*Oh, and by the way, middle school really wasn't that "painful" for me. I just like being dramatic about my life. :]

woah, hold your horses...addicted to you?

I just received an e-mail with the subject line: "how to get him 'addicted' to you".

Did I read it? No. Can I imagine what it said? Yes.

1. Have boobs, get fake ones, or stuff your bra. 

 2.  Flirt. A lot. Be as cheesy as human possible.

3. Cook. Men (people) love food. Dessert is where you can really score bonus points.

4. Clean. The. Shit. Outta. Everything. All. The. Time.

5. Never look like you're been cleaning, cooking, or anything else that would be seen as "dirty". Always, always, always look like a super-model. Sweats are a no-no.

6. Be yourself. (hahahhahahhahaha)
And by that, I mean don't be yourself at all. Be fake. Always put on a smile, even if you want to cry. Never, ever leave the house without a 6inch coat of makeup on. Laugh at him even when he's so not funny.

 
7. Get a new dude who doesn't need to be "obsessed" or addicted with you in order to love you. Honestly, wouldn't it be a little creepy if you wanted him to be obsessed with you in the first place??

Oh, and did I mention that if you have boobs he'll love you no matter what??! Get fake ones if you don't have them already. It's the hottest new thing to do.

domestic goddess: take 1

Since boycotting fast food due to the ridiculousness of the outfits the employees are required to wear, I decided to take up cooking. Yeah right...

I did, however, decide that I should start eating out less and cooking at home more. Today was day one of this glorious adventure. I made Coconut Shrimp, stir-fry veggies, and rice. BAM!

Take that, Fast Food owners.

No. I refuse to eat your food unless.....

Earlier today I decided to eat at In & Out Burger. Yummy.

Then I noticed the ridiculous uniforms that the employees are required to wear. Why??? I mean, I can understand the point of having uniforms and sometimes they even look nice. What I do not understand is why on earth someone who is opening a business would purposefully choose for their employees to look so ridiculous.

After thinking long and hard I came up with some possible arguments:

1. The owners are ugly and want their employees to be on their level...or below.
2. They want customers to find pleasure in seeing these poor employees dressed like clowns. 
3. The owners actually think the uniforms are flattering and look decent. 

I, for one, think it's very degrading and unnecessary for employees who work at fast food chains and otherwise to wear hideous uniforms that provide nothing extra that regular clothes couldn't. 

Excuse me while I go write letters to owners of all fast food chains to complain about how they are all assholes and bitter. Included in the letter I'll request that employees have uniforms that look more like this:

fabulous friday with jill and joey

Well hey there, folks! It's Jill and Joey to the rescue today. 
Top Ten reason I love Joey this week:
1. he is buff
2. he shaved his head. sexy little guy.
3. he has non-pleated jeans now. yay. 
4. he acts like a cat. on command.
5. he a self-proclaimed "electronics man". his collection includes: 3 ipods, a cell phone, and multiple chargers...which he has pics of on his phone. 

6. he brags about being spoiled.
7. he watches the biggest loser while eating ice cream. 
8. he can sing/dance like no one else i know.
9. his smile makes my day better.
10. he's the best bro in the world. duh.

We decided to take a million pics with Enna's (our sis) camera. Sucka!

Here we are:

Hope your weekend is stellar! 


P.S. hope your spring break ROCKS! we'll be partying like rock stars for sure! pics sure to come.

i'm having a quarter-effing-life crisis...help!

For those who don't know me, I'll soon be 25 years old. In fact, I'll be a quarter of a century old in exactly 177 short days. EEK! 

Okay, okay...for ya'll who are already to the big 2-5 mark and beyond, chillax. I don't think you're old if you're over 25. I'm just a freakin' out a little bit because I always thought that by 25 I'd have a completely different life than I do right now. Ever since I was little I always thought that by 25 I'd "have it all" : sexy husband, white picket fenced in house, little dog in the backyard, 8 (effing) kids, and the president of the young women's. 

Honestly, I've never had, and will never have any of those things...at least not in the way I had planned for so many years. And I'm perfectly okay with it. Sure, sometimes I wonder how much different or "easy" might life could be if I did choose my childhood path and it almost seems worth it. Then I snap back to reality and I remember that I'd end up in a mental institution if this : sexy husband, white picket fenced in house, little dog in the backyard, 8 kids, and the president of the young women's, was my life. 

I don't want a husband. I could settle for a studio apartment in a larger city. A dog, sure, why not? 8 kids, dream on. Church? No thanks.

Yes, I'm freaking out that I'm turning 25 because I have absolutely no idea where my life is going and where I'll end up next...but I guess that's also what I love about my life so much. I have nothing tying me down or holding me in one spot. I am free to blow with the wind; I hope I never get tied down. 

Naturally, I don't want to end up alone and I don't intend to do so. I just don't want the same things I always thought I'd want. Sometimes it's confusing to try and break out of the mold that was made for me and what I wanted for so long; sometimes I don't know if I'm making the right choices.

Confused as I may be, I do know one thing, I know that no matter what I do I'll always have my family and friends and what more could a girl ask for? So to all of you who get to deal with my "quarter-life crisis" freak out sessions, just know that I love you. And until I'm done freaking out and deciding what to do next, sorry I'm a little bitch. xoxo

So here's to making the big 2-5 the best it can be! I can't wait to see what life hands me next! Bring it on! (and trust me, I know I have a while until my birthday)...but just in case you want gift ideas, here ya go:

• books. i love books. 
• music is nice.
• money. 
• a lover? maybe...
• scrabble shit. <3
• notes/cards/letters
• candy

my irish pub obsession

If you haven't noticed by now, I have an obsession with Irish pubs. I don't know why because I'm not Irish, I don't drink beer, and I have never been to Ireland. Even still though, I love pubs. There is something about them that automatically makes me feel happy and at home.

I love walking into a dim pub. The smells, the sounds, the people: I love it all.


I LOVE IRISH PUBS! Maybe I'll open one in Cedar City....right....

lovin' you makes me wanna spill my heart and soul

• I saw Alice in Wonderland yesterday. Meh, didn't love it...
• I got to see Tegan and Sara at the House of Blues in Vegas on Tuesday. Heavenly. And I remember it this time (unlike the first time I got to see them play). 
• Joey shaved his head. What a goofball. Love it.
• Happy Birthday to my other bro, Buddy. He's 23 today. Weird...
• School is royally kicking my ass. Still.
• I get to see some friends I haven't seen in weeks tonight. Yay.
• I'm in love with Tegan and Sara. Both of them. They are awesome. 
• I ate at an Irish Pub in Las Vegas. I <3 Irish Pubs more than I love most things in life. Creepy? Maybe...
• April just brought me lunch at work. Presh. 
• I'mma go stuff my face with Brad's now. Goodbye. 

oh and p.s. I quit the HCG diet for now. hahaha