A Little Update

I know I know I haven't written in forever...who knows why... actually I do know why and it's pretty much because I am lazy is the only conclusion that I can really come to. Anyhoo so a few things have happened. Let's see... Bailey our lovely kitty I had last blogged about is now the perfect cat (however the cat repellent did not work either). She's wonderful and officially turned 1 year old on October 17th and all she needed was a little growing up. Now for my next update, I don't want any I told you so's (Jenelle)... We adopted a puppy, and her name is Penny. YES. I KNOW I KNOW. I ask myself almost every other day and wonder what we were thinking. Penny is a 4 month old beagle dachshund mix that we adopted when she was 8 weeks old. She is the most adorable puppy you have ever seen and Spencer and I fell in love with her instantly. So of course the only natural thing to do would be to adopt her! (Side note: I am no longer allowing myself to go in any Pet Stores that are having an adoption. I'm very likely to walk out with another living, breathing thing we will have to take care of.) When we saw her she was so snuggly and precious and Spencer of all people had to convince me to get her! If you could have seen his big puppy dog eyes and how much he fell for her... you would have given in too! Anyways I won't go into a rant about our lovely Penny but what I will tell you is that Spencer and I will probably never ever be getting a puppy again. I don't know if you know this, but they are obnoxious, and pee all over your house and refuse to listen or leave the poor kitty alone that just wants a moments peace. Yes we love her dearly and the moment you look into her big brown eyes and all she wants is to snuggle up with you we fall in love with her all over again and as time goes on she does improve, but there is just so much time that still needs to go on lol.

Let's see, what else. Ahhh yes. In 11 days I will be turning 24! For me I always thought that turning 25 would be my OMG I am getting old moment and heading towards my 30's. But for some odd reason 24 is giving me a bit of anxiety. I mean don't get me wrong I know it is by no means old or even getting up there any sense of the word. But it seems like just yesterday I was 18 and in pretty good shape with a wonderfully flat tummy. Only 18 was 6 years ago and about 20 pounds slimmer!! Apparently I'm not 18 anymore and it's hitting me pretty hard. So for my bday I joined the gym and I am determined to have my 18 year old body back. Oh just wait... I'll get there... at least I better for my sake lol. Now I just need to work on that will power... 1 week and 5 days and 3.5 pounds less I am still going strong. Pray for me... I need it! ;) More to come. I have a whole saga about a do it yourself project I probably should have not attempted.

Our Little Monster

So we have a kitten and her name is Bailey. We have had her for about 2 months now and when we got her she was so sweet and cuddly and had wrapped Spencer around her little paw which is a miracle in itself because let’s just say he’s not exactly a cat lover. And now, it is 2 months later…and she is 2 months older and the sweet and cuddly thing lasted well, for about the 1st 2 weeks. So instead of calling her precious, or darlin, I now call her my little monster. Trust me when I say she has earned the title, it’s like one morning she woke up and something clicked inside that tiny little kitty brain of hers that is just screaming “ATTACK ATTACK ATTACK!!” My bed skirt is ruined, my brand new beautiful sheets ruined, my feet have been attacked one to many times under the covers while I am sleeping peacefully and when we decide to go to bed is when she decides to finally remove herself from her position on the couch and zoom around our room like the biggest dog you have ever seen is chasing her. Now you would think there would be a simple solution to our problem. Which there is… and that is to lock her out of our room. But wouldn’t you know that she doesn’t agree with that solution, and neither does the safety of our bedroom door.

This is when I decided that we had to do something. Spraying her with water is a good short term fix but it lasts all of about 5 minutes and it’s like her brain erases what just happened in that same exact spot she just attacked like it was taunting her from across the room. So I bought spray on cat nip… it’s like happy juice for kitty’s. And it worked fabulously. I sprayed it all over her scratching post which up until this point she has had no interest in what so ever. I mean come on, why scratch the ugly carpeted thing when you have beautiful bedding to destroy right? Anyhoo when I say it worked fabulously I meant fabulously as in for several hours there was some relief from crazy kitty behavior. She was all over that thing like white on rice (ha ha) and then it was over…. Just like that we had failed yet again.

Our next solution was a lovely little item called soft claws. Soft claws as seen below you would think are the answer to all your problems.

The reviews on them are great and they are harmless and pain free to your rambunctious kitty. Essentially, they are nail covers that glue on. So I invested the $22 in this product and after quite a bit of struggle and growling (Bailey growls by the way… weird right) on Bailey’s end we had successfully glued those supposed miracle worker’s on. And then I released her from her blanket wrapped prison and one by one she got those suckers off with her sharp little dagger teeth. By the time we went to bed she had 3 left that she could not rip off. By this morning there was only 1. Needless to say we did get some pretty good sleep due to her distraction.


So now we are back to square 1. Really there is not much else to do besides squirt her with the water bottle that doesn’t seem to have much long term effect on her and wait out these next couple of months and hope she is just in her terrible 3’s in kitty months and this will all just be some forgotten nightmare soon. Don’t get me wrong. We love Bailey and Spencer still adores her, because after all this it the first cat to literally capture the pet loving part of his heart, and we wouldn’t change adopting her even if we could. I have faith in her to be the kitty we know she can be, and she still has those moments that make you fall in love with her all over again. After all she is only 6 months old. Things will only get better from here is what I here from all the cat lovers out there. Just a simple shout out to those cat lover’s though, “You BETTER be right.”

Next purchase…$15 cat repellent. I’ll keep you updated on her reaction and our now dwindling bank account.

"We're going to Kentucky"

It is exactly 25 days before I get on a plane to go and visit my family in Kentucky. I am so excited I’m not even sure there are words to explain how I am feeling right now. There is however one thing I am not looking forward to on this trip, and that is getting back my accent(which wouldn't you know of course Spencer loves). Slowly I have lost my good ole fashioned country accent, there hasn't been a trace of it for years . Ok there is...but only when I say the word ruin apparently. And wouldn't you know that I'm one of those people that seems to use that word quite a bit. Just ask any of my friends and I'm sure they would be more than happy to give the demonstration on how I say it, I however will not. But it never fails that whenever I go back for a little vacation I leave sounding like Elly May from the Beveraly Hillbillies. But after a week I'm usually good as new with the exception of course of "ruin".

So I haven’t seen my parents, my little brother and grandma since my wedding, so it’s been about a year and as far as the rest of my family is concerned it’s been almost 2 years!! Mostly I just can’t wait to give my little brother the biggest hug I have ever given him. Last time I saw him I was in my wedding dress and the little munchkin wouldn’t even come near me. At the time John Morgan, my brother, was about 2 and a half and had of course fallen madly in love with my flower girl as she was a little over 3. And apparently, at some point during their 4 hour love affair they had decided that she looked like a beautiful princess and that I a scary witch. A WITCH… maybe Glenda the good witch from the Wizard of OZ, but not a mean ugly witch that wants to boil little children in stew. Now according to my mother up until this point John Morgan had never even heard of a witch let alone know what one looks like… leave it to the flower girl to steal my thunder ;) . I mean it was pretty heart breaking to not say good bye to the kid so I just hope he is prepared to get one of the biggest hugs and sloppiest kisses ever.

I am also really excited for Spencer. He misses my parents and little brother almost as much as I do, and can’t wait to see them. It will be nice for him see the rest of my family again as well. Before we got married he had only met them once before, so of course it was a little nerve racking and uncomfortable. But now he is officially one of us so all he has to do is sit back and enjoy the entertainment of which is my family. … I mean I give us some credit but come on… we are from Kentucky after all.

This is a little song we used to sing on the way to the Kentucky fair. Corny I know...but what can I say I still have a little hick in me I guess. Like they say, you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl.

We're going to Kentucky
We're going to the fair
to see the senoritas with roses in their hair
so shake it baby shake it
shake it if you dare
we're going to Kentucky
we're going to fair!

At Last

So I can’t believe that in less than 2 months will be our 1 year anniversary. It seems like just a couple of months ago that I was planning a wedding and walking down the aisle to marry my wonderful husband. When I walked down that aisle it was to Etta James “At Last” and that was how I truly felt. I didn’t want the traditional wedding march, I wanted to express everything that I was feeling to get to this point in my life. And now here we are almost one year later. Time really flew, which is so awesome because to me that just means that married life is suiting us just fine and that one I owe all to God. Right now I feel like so many things in my life are just such a blessing, especially my husband and wonderful marriage. It was a long road to get where we are today, and sometimes a rocky one and I just truly feel that the Lord led us to where we are today and that it was his will and plan all along. As high school sweethearts the odds were against us and still are, but we are more in love than ever and growing together everyday and that is how we plan to live out the rest of our lives….together.

At Last Lyrics by Etta James

At last, my love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

Oh, yeah, at last

The skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clovers

The night I looked at you

I found a dream that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to rest my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known

Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile
Oh, and then the spell was cast

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine

At last

84 Degrees

So I am loving the weather. It's nice and bright and beautiful outside and I can roll down my window and feel the sunshine on my arm and it makes me want to go to the park and have a nice picnic with my husband and put our new kitty on a leash (because I'm sure she would love that....) and let her run around in the grass and have some good old fashioned kitty fun and be one happy little family. Now I know what you’re thinking, no cat would enjoy that... and you’re probably right. In some way my kitty has unfortunately become my substitute for a cute, sweet, and cuddly little baby because well… it’s simple really. I'm ready for a baby but shouldn't be and my hubby isn't ready because he is being the rational one in this whole situation. Which I guess one of has to be. I mean it’s not his fault I’ve been baby crazy now for about 3 years because it’s seems like every time I turn around one of my friends or my own mother for gosh sakes is having a baby. As Jenelle would say... “what the H!”

Anyhoo back to my point. Yes I love the weather but right now I am HATING it. Right now it is 84 degrees in my office. It’s hot and I feel sticky and my boss is well… let’s just call him frugal. I say it’s hot and he say’s “Well you’re not turning on the air so open the door.” Which I get I guess. I mean it is only March and seems too early to turn on the air but its 84 frick fracking degrees in here!! So me being the sneaky one that I am, I turn it on when he is gone. Except wouldn’t you know with my luck that all 6’ 9” of him comes walking through that door the moment I do it. I had to turn it off. So I am sitting here, hot with my eyelids drooping because it’s warm and it’s making me sleepy and my legs are sticking to my leather chair. But my boss just left so I let him know that if I fall asleep I can not be held responsible for my actions and that I hope he enjoys his nice cool air conditioning in his car. Now now… don’t be worried, we have that kind of relationship where he is a smart well you know and then I am one back. It’s great really. Anyways he just smiled and said he would and that maybe I should consider getting a fan and walked right on out. 1 point boss man 0 for Jessi.

Please hold

As an insurance agent I run into my fair share of crazies, a**holes and a good portion of the people are also pretty descent. But I definitely have those experiences that just make you want to hit your head up against something and say “What in the hell???” This past week, I have definitely had a few of those moments.

Being someone who obviously answers the phone for a business I would dare to say that “Thank you for calling can you please hold” is probably one of the most rhetorical questions out there. The correct response for all of you out there wondering why that question is rhetorical is ALWAYS yes. When you’re put on hold there about 2 scenarios, one is that everyone is busy assisting someone else and the other is that it’s simply not your turn. Yet you would be surprised to know how many people actually say no. Accept it’s usually not as nice as no. It’s more like a snotty “no actually I can’t,” or “I’m calling long distance so no,” or “I don’t have the time,” etc etc. To which I am supposed to say what??? So I grit my teeth and ask “Well how can I help you while you cut in line like a 3rd grader?” Ok…maybe I don’t say the 3rd grader part but oh boy am I thinking it. I mean come on people it’s a kindergarten level skill. And just like that you’ve lost your opportunity to talk to a sweet, informative and caring insurance agent because not only did we get off on the wrong foot with your childish demand but you’ve just pissed off that other client you cut in front of. And so now I’ve become the stereotypical insurance lady from the black lagoon. My solution… “Thank you for calling please hold.” Simple and sneaky and I all I had to do was take out the magic word “can” and it no longer becomes your option, but my demand. It’s all about the power people and I just took it back.

Thus my new motto “thank you for calling please hold.” I think it really teaches something, even to me… it has a deeper meaning behind it and that is that sometimes patience is the happy pill to life. Learn it, love it, and embrace it. Otherwise just get over it.