Sunday, October 30, 2011

Moved my Blog

Faithful readers,

The time has come for me to move my blog both to a new site and in a new direction.

It will still be jam packed with my wit and humor, but I've opened it up to allow room to write on other things.

Check it out: The Jess Show

Or read more about why I chose to move and what the new blog will cover here.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Lizz and Jess Show REVIVED

I don't know if any of you are aware of the greatness that is the web show I've sporadically recorded over the years with my best friend..."The Lizz and Jess Show" but last night we were hanging out with one of my exes and decided to revive it!

This was the result:



ENJOY!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Having a Broken Arm can be Sexy...right?


At least that is what I feel like this picture is trying to say...

There is nothing "come hither" about a woman wearing a big plastic bag over her BROKEN arm.

Even if she has shaved legs, (UM, how are they shaved so nicely and not have stubble and cuts everywhere if her right arm is broken and she is probably in pain...unless she's one of the lucky lefties like me...but even still it'd be tricky) wrapped in a towel, wearing lots of makeup, and grinning like a dumbass, she is still probably not gettin lucky wearing that thing.

Unfortunately I only found this piece of photography gold because my bestie Lizz fractured her arm from when she got electrocuted at work awhile back...yes. that happened.

But who knows, perhaps I am wrong on all counts. It's not like I can say much in regards to this whole being sexy thing. Perhaps this plastic-bag-on-my-arm lady is doing better then I am in this department, but what could I possibly be doing wrong folks?

Do I not give off the "come hither" look in my photos??



Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Jeans

I made the decision to finally part with a pair of jeans that I've owned for nine years that I still wear! But they are literally falling apart =(

You see, I decided to purge a lot of stuff in light of my recent move and it was time, but getting rid of these particular jeans was difficult for me, as they have come to have sentimental value. I couldn't bare the idea of throwing them out without a few last words. They inspired me. And now I share my inspiration with you...

Ode to my Oldest Jeans

Old friend,

You’ve known me since before high school,
Where tight jeans were the golden rule,
But as my style has grown and changed,
My go-to jeans you have remained.

You’ve been witness to every fun mistake,
Back when I thought men were a piece of cake.
Without fail you’ve fit me right,
Making my ass look hot and tight.

But through the years your seams have been ripped apart,
And not just because of my stinky farts.
I EARNED the holes that developed on your perfect denim,
You weren’t some sell out jeans with holes already in them.

But alas, the placement is too weird,
I wouldn’t want anyone to see my downstairs beard.
And so our journey has come to its end,
But I won’t let you be a forgotten friend.

As I send you off to where jeans go to die,
Find comfort in these words as my last goodbye:

You are LOVED, my tried and true!
I’ll miss every inch of your faded blue!
And even though we now must part,
You will always, ALWAYS, be close to my heart!

Oh summer, lets see what we can create!

Dear Readers,

All two of you.

I know I've fallen off the blogging grid the past couple of weeks. I have been insanely busy with work and life. Please forgive my silence, I know I've left a tremendous void in your life that only my funniness can fill. But I'm back!

And guess what bloggity blog! I MOVED. yayyyy. go me. I now have an awesome place in la Berkeley hills. And now I'm fancy and sophisticated and hold my pinkies up while I drink my superior everything.

Also while off the grid I picked up photography and will likely inundate you with lots of pictures that are not going to be very good. But be supportive bloggity blog, I'm NEW at this!

I'm happy to report that my creative mind seems to have come alive again recently in full force. I think picking up guitar last month is what it sparked it, but regardless of why it's suddenly back, I'm incredibly happy to know that part of me still exists and am stoked to see what comes of it all!!

What has YOU excited this summer? Besides having me back in your blog life of course =P

Monday, June 6, 2011

Quote of the day

"I think no eyebrows are better than one eyebrow." - AnnaKate

Came into THAT conversation at a weird time...still don't know what that was about, lol

#funnyofficemoments

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

finally getting started on that childhood dream

I've been thinking about taking up guitar off and on for years.

I tried it once when I was like 11 or so, but gave up after a few days because I didn't realize it'd make my fingers hurt and be so much....work! I was 11 dammit, and wanted to be a rockstar RIGHT THEN!! And I didn't really want to do the work to get there...so I just gave up on that dream temporarily and moved right along to my next big idea of being an actress on Broadway, or some such ridiculousness. In my 11 year old mind I decided it would be less work as I apparently already had the god given talent of an "expressive" face and a voice that carries. (or as some might say... I was obnoxiously loud) And so I found myself in theatre from middle school until college...at which point I got too busy working a job and studying for classes to have any time for creative pursuits anyway.

But secretly deep down, I've always still wanted to be able to play and learn/write songs and be an "artist" who moves people and makes them think about life, the universe, and everything.

I've been waiting for the perfect point in my life when I knew I'd have enough time, drive, and dedication needed to get through the toughest part: the first few months of grueling pain on my fingers, the sounding horrible no matter what I do, having long pauses between chord changes, the nothing ever sounds like anything ohmygodwhydidiwanttodothis phase!

And that perfect point in my life...well frankly, is probably not now. But on a whim I bought a guitar this past Friday anyway and spent my entire Memorial's Day weekend practicing/playing my heart out. It's been less than a week and my fingers are already forming callouses and I've spent a lot of time on skype with my dad holding the neck up to the webcam asking him if I was holding down the F chord right, and why it sounded so horrible and why is music theory so complicated anyway!

But even though its hard, it doesn't feel like work. I look forward/make time to practice, and take joy in overcoming small feats. I think I just needed to want it enough, and I have that now, more so than I did at 11. My reasons for wanting it have changed and evolved and something in the past few months clicked, and I feel like its a form of expression I need to learn. I have so much I want to say with my guitar.

I'm excited about my new hobby and plan to waste away my summer throwing all my time and heart into the damn thing. Wish me luck ya'll! ...and hey. If I give it all I got and I STILL suck, as long as I learn the 4 basic chords, the rockstar thing is still a possibility!

EDIT: JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS, JACOB RUBIN SHOWED ME THIS AWESOME HILARIOUS VIDEO. IT IS ALMOST AS HILARIOUS AS HE IS! http://shlabam.tumblr.com

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Happy Anniversary

Me: Happy Anniversary!! =D

Dad: Thanks...I just passed that on to mom

Me: good

Me: you guys doing anything special?

Dad: Nothin' I can mention...

Me: lol...ew.

Me: How many years now?

Me: 27?

Dad: yes

Me: thats pretty amazing

...I hope to find a love like my parents one day. They have set such a great example of what love is capable of being! Although, while I'm glad they are still madly in love, I don't need to be reminded that they still chase each other around the house =P

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Hanna's B-day Party Quotes

This past Friday night I went out to celebrate my good friend Hanna's birthday. A group of 25 to 30 people came out to Missouri Lounge where I rallied (with help from Lizz) the entire bar to sing happy birthday to Hanna before she blew out the candle on her birthday cake (the frenchies and I decided a cake was necessary for the party) We all laughed and drank the night away with each others great company. About half of us ended up going back to the Eddys for more booze/pictionary/danceparty as the night wore on.

These were some memorable quotes from the evening:

"Thanks for the anti-asian cream!" - Hanna (after I gave her a bottle of anti AGING cream for her birthday...did I mention Hanna is Korean...)

"this bitch is wearing scrubs!" - Kelan (pointing at a stick figure with a blob as clothes...it was his turn to draw for Pictionary)

"fuck Pictionary, we should play Clue...lock the front door! The culprit who overflowed the toilet is still in this house!" - me

"yeah right happy fucking birthday" - Hanna (under her breath to the cop at the front door)

"people are turquoise" - Hanna

"wipe me!" - Hanna

"NO! wipe yourself!! and wash your hands after!!" - me

"Hanna, we should get out of his room, he IS in here...and he's naked!" - me (Hanna and I went looking for blankets and pillows in Eddy's room in the middle of the night)

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

SO EXCITED

Maybe it's because the awkward & clumsy, yet adorable & sing-songy girl in the show is named Jess (just like me!)

Or maybe it's because the storyline is about a girl who is in the middle of recovering and rebuilding after betrayal/break up (ahem, unfortunately also like me)

...or maybe it's because I just absolutely love Zooey Deschanel...

but I'm REALLY REALLY OVERLY OMG EXCITED about this show coming out in the fall and had to share.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

My feelings exactly

"Every time I try on a bikini, I have to get the stupid underwire ones because I have breasts that move and dance like Bill Cosby in his Jell-O commercials. Then it just looks like I’m wearing a bra to the beach. And in all those stupid Special K diet commercials about bikini season, and I’m like ‘sure I could lose five pounds and look different in this bikini, but maybe I could just drink this beer and eat these fries and shut the fuck up.’" - The Frenemy

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Curry

Someone in the office just heated up some Indian food.

I usually bring something bland from home for my lunch because ya know, I'm broke, and going back and forth between Berkeley and SF every day eats up all my lunch money.

Anyway....so smelling the Indian food that is permeating throughout the office is making my stomach grumble in anger at me. I think I even hear it grumbling quite specifically, "grumble grumble, bitch, why do you feed me such boring crap! STEAL HER FOOD, grumble grumble"...when my stomach is hungry its way more evil than any devil on your shoulder. (something you should know about me if you don't already, when it comes to food I'm like a rabid animal.)

I'm not getting anything done at work because I'm too busy fantasizing about snatching her plate of curry and wildly running away cackling while shoving food in my face.

Is it bad that I can actually visualize exactly what that'd look like?

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

the simple things

Yesterday while on the bay bridge, I saw a tow truck towing a tow truck.

It made me giggle.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Oh the irony...

So last week I found myself at the Indian Consulate running an errand for my boss who needed to get her visa stuff squared away before she leaves for a business trip.

This craziness all started when I realized I wasn't at the actual Indian Consulate, because apparently the Indian government OUTSOURCES the visa application stuff to a third party. And this organization happens to be incredibly inept.

I actually watched a fight break out between one of the people standing in line with one of the people behind the counter. The long line of people waiting were about ready to start a riot...

Sunday, March 20, 2011

30 Rock: My Truest Love

It all started a little shy of two years ago.

My ex and I discovered 30 Rock together during a date night at home including burritos, beer, and netflix. We watched the entire first season in one night, (it was love at first watch.)

Now all this time later, of course, the show has outlasted the boyfriend as the show and I just celebrated it's 100th episode this week! (If you count sitting at home with cookies and wine watching the episode a "celebration")

Let's face it, Tina Fey is a master at her art and writes great comedy. If you want to encounter some truly "funny shit" and haven't seen the show, you should go rent the first season and get hooked! It's had me laughing even on my most Eeyore like days.

I even got a better birthday present this year from the show than from the ex! As chance would have it, when I was in NYC for my birthday I ended up sitting right next to Tracy Morgan during the Broadway show, The Lion King! On my actual birthday! I was the only one he took a picture with that night, and I got to talk to him for a bit during intermission. He was a very down to earth guy and I felt very special. Obviously our worlds collided because the show is my truest love =P

So cheers to you 30 Rock, to your 100th episode, to a job well done, and a show well loved! I'll stay faithful til the end.

Monday, March 7, 2011

White Elephant in Jingletown

I went to the White Elephant Sale in Oakland yesterday with Lizz as a very spur of the moment idea, but I'm so glad I went! It was in a big warehouse in the artistic jingletown district and it was the biggest rummage sale I've ever seen. We went on the last day mid-day and stayed until the end to see if prices would drop. It was a little hard to stay focused on the searching , there was so much going on! Next year I'll have to go prepared with a strategy. As for yesterday, I ended up getting a huge beautiful painting for only $4! It was great...only it was such a large painting, it didn't fit in Lizz's car =( We ended up meeting a woman with a van who offered to hold onto it until I can get it from her house, what a life saver!

I already have a running list for what I'm going to search for next year: a bread maker machine, furniture, vintage jewelry...and a fur coat!

While wandering around the warehouse I found myself in the women's clothes section of the rummage sale and saw this sign. It made me laugh =) Maybe you'd have to live in downtown Berkeley at some point in your life to understand the humor, but thinking of all the Berkeley hippies, PETA, and environmentalists in the bay and then seeing two racks completely empty with this sign above...well it made me giggle.

Better luck next year.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Rain rain you can stay -- I will still go out and play

My best SoCal friend, Esther, called me up midweek and decided she wanted to get out of town for the long weekend. She couldn't have surprised me at a better time. It's been 5 months since she last came to visit and we always have a blast together! Not to mention I was more then ready for a weekend powwow with a good friend after a stressful beginning to my 2011.

Unfortunately for us the weather was trying to keep the fun out of our weekend. It was very cold and rainy almost the whole time she was here, but we refused to let that keep us from having a good time. Plan: Have Fun No Matter What was a total success! We kept a running mental list of all the highlights and funny moments so they could be shared with you all.

A quick recap of President's Day Weekend with my favorite Guatemalan:

Friday Night
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Esther got in from her 8 hour drive up around 10pm (LA traffic, as usual, was awful. One of the many reasons I could never live in LA) and we immediately started getting dressed up to go out for drinks and dancing. We made our first stop at Radio Bar, left for Oasis where it was absolutely dead, and then just went back to where we had started. We had a few drinks and laughs, but the highlight of Friday night was the hot dog vendor still out on the street so late even with the cold and rain. We quickly purchased and inhaled our hot dogs in a matter of seconds. Thank you for braving the weather hot dog lady!

Saturday -

We slept in late, and had a very laid back and lazy day, as we knew we wanted to go out again that night. We mostly just watched the tv shows we bonded over when we first met, snacked, napped, and filled each other in on the past few months of our soap opera lives.

For dinner, I took Esther out to one of my latest addictions, Coach Sushi, for the best sushi and bottomless sake in the east bay. As we devoured our sushi and giggled over our sake we had a great heart to heart about: Relationships, Men, Love and all other confusing matters of the heart. I shared with her how texting Nassim had turned into a habitual updating routine that I couldn't seem to break. It's as if he had turned into my personal twitter account, constantly updating him with random things from my day, and how I was trying to break that habit considering the circumstances. And she told me about her romantic entanglements back home, about a man fraught with issues, but who she couldn't quite let go of. I tried to comfort her by telling her that she should be careful, but that "I don't know what you feel like inside and guys can be really hard at times"...in the moment I didn't realize what I was saying sounded so completely WRONG, and Esther proceeded to laugh hysterically, yet slightly uncomfortably, at me.

The restaurant closed at 10:30pm, and we lingered sipping sake until we were the last people out the door. As we got to the car across the street, we saw that Coach ended up walking outside, and in the most endearing way tried to wave goodbye, except it looked like he was trying to flag us down because we forgot something. So we had two minutes of me shouting across the street at him asking if I needed to walk back over, and fumbling around seeing if I had all my things. Turns out Coach waving his arms widely in the air was just his way of saying bye and have a good night. Once we realized this, we laughed and blew the sweet old man kisses from the car as we drove off.

We ended up right down the street at Luka's for the remainder of the night for drinks and dancing. We had a blast...even though someone did accidentally walk in on Esther in the bathroom, lol =P

Sunday -

After bottomless sake and drinks at Luka's we slept in until noon. You can imagine we were a bit sloshed. After waking up and lying around cursing both the horrible weather and alcohol, we decided to trek to In-n-Out for lunch. While most everyone was walking in wearing their Sunday best for a meal with their little ones, Esther and I crawled in with smeared makeup, wearing our pajamas looking for a cure. I think I bleakly whispered to her something like "I used to be one of those sweet little girls going out for lunch after church, and somehow I've ended up a hungover braless broad!"

As we drove home from lunch we resolved to detox and be good to ourselves the remainder of the weekend. We decided to be so good to ourselves in fact, that for the first time for either of us, we had an all out spa day. We found a spa special that was going on for couples for the month of February, obviously for Valentine's day last week. None the less, we split the cost and decided to be each others dates for a pamper session. We got our own deluxe spa room for an hour with a sauna and huge jacuzzi with twinkling lights on the ceiling, and a 90 minute full body massage including a body scrub and table shower. The whole experience was divine.

After our spa day, we stopped for a light snack and then went to a candle lit yoga session at Yoga to the People. While it kicked our ass, it was totally rejuvenating and worth it.

Monday -

Esther left me on Monday, but first we stopped at the Cal store to see if she could find some clothes for her dad, and had Fenton's for lunch. She had to get on the road soon after though to get back to Orange County.

It's my turn to suck it up and drive down to L.A. to visit her next. I think the next chapter of the Esther and Jessica tales will be a long weekend in SoCal including Disneyworld and the beach in a few months when the sun comes out again =)

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Taco Tuesday

I feel like there is not much that can ruin my Taco Tuesday dinner, I spend my whole week looking forward to this meal! Mila, who cooks for the family I work with makes us tacos every Tuesday with expensive steaks and homemade guacamole, and if my last meal consisted of her tacos, I'd die happy.

But tonight...that all changed.

I work with four children side by side with Emilie, the au pair who lives with the family. Three boys and one girl.

Tonight I was at the dinner table with Emile and the two youngest children, George(7) and Isaac(4)

Everything was going as usual, lots of whining and refusing to eat, getting up and running around, sitting in laps, spilling food everywhere, etc. But none of the chaos was phasing me, because for a few precious moments, I was in taco heaven.

But all at once my brief affair with my taco ended, and I was no longer hungry.

You see, as I was sitting there eating, I heard a noise. I look up from my plate with guacamole and sour cream dripping from my chin to see that George(7) is not at the table. I realize he is in the bathroom that is conveniently located right next to the dining room and I hear a low, long, groan. But the thing is, it doesn't stop. The groan keeps going, and it starts getting louder and sounds more unhappy, more frantic.

Slightly concerned at this point, Emilie and I look at each other across the table, and since neither of us wants to get up from the meal, we just shout and ask if everything is okay.

As if to answer us, he just gives a more intense loud groan. Nothing kills my appetite more than clearly hearing a 7 year old boy struggle to take a shit. I finally give up on my food, and walk to the bathroom door.

Jessica: George, is everything okay? We can hear you from the table...What's going on in there?

George: NO! EVERYTHING IS NOT OKAY! I'M TRYING TO PUSH THE POO OUT AND I CAN'T!!!! *At this point he makes a sound that I would assume to be something like an animal howling and shrieking*

Jessica: *as I burst into laughter* Okay sweetie, well I'm sorry. Let us know if you need anything.

And for the next five minutes I just sat at the table, staring at my now unappetizing food, listening to George try to push his poo out...

I don't know that I'll ever be able to have the same love for taco tuesday, as I fear I will now always get the image of poor George sitting on the toilet.


Working with kids has it's price.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Complete Narcissistic Bullshit

It occurred to me last night while chatting with my amazing Wakefield twin, otherwise known as Lizz, otherwise known as Tizz, that I have my moments of being pretty damn funny.

She thought it was completely absurd that I didn't fully comprehend my own cleverness up until last night. Which, don't get me wrong, I've never thought of myself to be a square or a bore, but I'm humble when it comes to these things. I feel like not just anyone has the gift of being witty and clever...to have the ability to entertain is powerful! We decided to delve into the matter.

We went on a hunt for various things I had said via old twitter posts, gchat conversations, livejournal entries, etc., and once all these stories/one liners were compiled in one place, I got to relive all those shiny moments of happiness & hilarity from the past few years.

Suddenly, all humbleness left my being, and what replaced it was a surge of puffed up pride in my very own unique and clever personality.

I am, in fact, funny! I felt like this is something I should start keeping track of! I liked the idea of having a place to go with a collection of shiny happy/hilarious moments!

Here are a couple of examples of the one liners we rediscovered from conversations past:

"At first I felt sad, but now I just feel mad. And now...I feel like Dr. Seuss."

"It's like German propaganda...if you say it enough and hear it enough, it's true."

I'm not exactly sure what I was talking about which made either of those two statements come about. But here is my chance to share my funny stories and moments right after they happen.


And voila! This blog was born.

I don't foresee this as being a place to solely spout my personal cleverness at all times, but somewhere to also jot down anything noteworthy I see throughout my day that adds to making this place we call earth more jovial!

Hooray for feel good blogs! Hooray for seeking out the funny in the every day!!