Not Breaking News

In must be a slow news day. When (bored out of my mind) I checked entertainment news at msn.com there was a story about the SJ Parkers not splitting up.

The story was posted on January 26.

Umm, hi. It's June.

Heavy Hearts

In our circle of girlfriends, we lost our first parent this week.

Up until now we've grieved for each other's grandparents. I guess we've entered a new era. The next phase in life. But is anyone ever ready for it?

Once again, I wonder why I'm 600 miles away. And I hope my love is making its way through the Nevada desert and over the Sierras to the Veare family.

Through the magic of FaceBook, a long, lost friend - or mom of a friend contacted Jill this week and mentioned the passing of one of her kids. We did a little digging... it's weird to mourn for someone from so long ago:

Victim is identified in motorcycle crash

Published on July 19, 2005

A man who died Saturday after losing control of his motorcycle at an estimated 90 mph has been identified as Justin Murray Young, 23. The California Highway Patrol said Young, a Meadow Vista resident, was traveling north on Placer Hills Road shortly before 7 p.m. when he failed to negotiate a curve. The 2005 Suzuki hit an 8-inch curb, which sent the victim through the air and into a tree, the CHP said. Young was pronounced dead at the scene, the agency said.

Retraction Please

The staff here at Just Jess would like to apologize for calling the jewelry store lady "stupid".

She was not.

But her co-worker might be.

David's ring is here. Here now, not September 5 as previously mentioned.

Clean Up in Aisle 9

I went to the grocery store today.

Why does that deserve blogging recognition?

In the last few weeks any and all shopping has been painful and kept to a minimum. The food on the shelves mocked me, taunted me, all the while tried to get me to puke right there on the shiny, cement floor. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

But TODAY I marched in to our new store feeling better than I have all week, confident that I could conquer all.

Let me tell you, it faded quickly.

I was fine in the 'dry' areas. Cleaning supplies, canned foods, etc.

But once I moved in to dairy and juice it immediately went downhill.

I plugged along, but when I was about 2/3 done, the store's sound system went through an automated alarm; high-pitched beeping followed by a robotic voice telling us all something about a fire being reported and while it's being investigated, please move to the nearest exit.

It was just after 9am, so there were just a few other shoppers. We kind of looked at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move towards an exit. No one did.

I continued to shop and NO ONE was going deter me.

Too much effort had gone in to filling my basket. I knew I didn't have it in me to go back and 'redo'.

I chose to burn with my groceries.

Fortunately, my courage wasn't truly put to the test, and the alarm was soon cancelled.

I finished up in the meats and then produce, managing to stay in the store long enough to drop $160.

And now if you'll excuse me, the day's events have thoroughly exhausted me. That and the on-going sleeping pills.

It's naptime.

These Dreams Go On When I Close My Eyes

Oh, the weirdness this pregnancy brings to my already bizarre dreams.

I'm afraid that I am going to have to post about it so that I can process and move on. And if nothing else, maybe this silly post will give my friend, Chelsea, a chuckle and a little break from boredom as she sits (post-op) in the hospital.

Last night I dreamt that (sigh) my mom (bigger sigh) had a baby.

AND it was NO BIG DEAL to her or my dad.

In fact, she was able to deliver this baby at home without a C-section or an epidural.

This baby was a boy, and by day-2 he could walk. What are we, horses?

I was trying to contact Meredith Vierra to see if 34 years was the biggest span between a mother's oldest and youngest children. (really, it would have been Anne Curry or Natalie Morales)

Naming the baby was a big challenge. Mom wanted to name the baby Legend, and we'd call him Ledge for short - which of all of the suggestions, I was most on board with. I must have thought it was some sort of tribute do our dearly departed Heath.

My dad, on the other hand, who is not a Sylvester Stallone fan at all, wanted to name the baby (gasp!) Rambo.

Sharing the News

Kids, come sit down. Mom and Dad need to talk to you.

I don't feel like it. I don't want to.

Mom is pregnant.

(Maddie clearly processed the news faster than Isaac)

Ring Not So Rosy

Hey stupid lady at the jewelry store...

Maybe you should have told me when I bought David's new wedding ring that it would take 90 days to come in after he came in to get it sized.

Then, instead of waiting nearly a month to surprise him with it, I would have given it to him immediately - getting the ball rolling.

Duh!