Ho Hum....

Boooor-ring... Right now, I'm just sitting here, waiting... waiting for the gal from Sony (my soon to be Boss' boss) to call me to make sure I'm not psycho, and see if I'm the real deal. Once I clear her, I'm through to the next round! (Which I believe is a background check, then paperwork, then my 'initial shipment' which is a bunch of cool Sony stuff, and then I get started prolly March 13 or 20th). But I don't know when she's gonna call, exactly... I was told tentatively for Monday afternoon (today) with a raindate of Friday afternoon (arrrrgh!). So I'm hoping to hear from her soon!

In the meantime, I'm just sitting here, listening to my Yoshi's Story Techno Remix version (sounds like it'd be the perfect theme song for the Stephin-Bunny, but I haven't figured out how to host a sound wav yet... So if you wanna listen to it, send an email to bigfellawilcox@gmail.com... I'll see if I can't send ya clip). The screen is jumping along to the music, since the microwave's on... Always makes my screen jump around... Doesn't affect Jeremy's monitor... just mine. Go figure. So, yup, just a chilling afternoon. Was gonna go downstairs to workout, but I was afraid I'd miss her call, so I didn't... Grr... Hopefully she calls soon!

Okay. That's all I've got for you today. Gonna go do some laundry... And stuff. Maybe I'll be daring and take a shower... Might hafta bring the phone in the bathroom, though... Y'know, just in case.

Alrighty, then! More to come... later, I hope. :-)

Ewww... Sucks to be them!

"BERLIN (Reuters) - A Bavarian village was flooded by liquid pig manure after a tank containing the fertilizer burst, German police said Wednesday.

Sewage rose to 20 inches in the courtyards and streets of Elsa after gushing from the tank, which held some 240,000 litres of pig manure.

"The village was swamped with green-brown liquid and it was pig manure -- the mother-of-all muck," said Rainer Prediger, a police spokesman in the nearby town of Coburg."

Now that's what I call a load of crap.

They're in some deep #x&$! ?

Hee hee. :-)

I forgot what I was gonna talk about...

Hold on... it's comin' back to me... Okay, I think I remember now.

It's time to revisit lil' Jermy, the boy who hates school!
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*Sniffle sniffle* ~Jermy.... "I'm gettin' sick... it's all the schtupid homework the schtupid bear gives me... Givin' me a cold."

"So why don't you just stay home and do your homework at... home?" ~Jess

"'Cause if I stay home, the bear will eat me!" ~Jermy, as he sniffles all the way to school. Poor lil' Jermy isn't feelin' well this week... Too much CHAOS in his life, I guess. Oh well. GET BETTER, LIL' JERMY! WE ALL LOVE YOU!
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On to happier things now! Marshmallows! So, we've had this bag of marshmallows in our cabinet since we've moved into our apartment, it seems.... I'm really not sure when we bought it, but I was probably still working at EB at the time, since I used to make Rice Crispy Treats and brownies whenever we had an inventory to do. So, that would be.... umm.... about 8 months ago? Woo! Long time. And this was originally slated for a few weeks off! Anyways, back to the marshmallows. So this bag has been in the cabinet for at least 8 months now... I'm havin' a bit o' hot cocoa (Mmmm.... cocoa and cream.... It's in a blue box--buy it! Yummy stuff!) and decided to throw a marshmallow in it. Well... who here knows how I like my Peeps?? y'know, those marshmallows dipped in sugar, made to look like little birdies (or rabbits... seen those too, not as fun) that're popular 'round Easter time? I always cut a little slit in the corner of the package, and then hide 'em away for a few months--they get all stale and crunchy, and PERFECT! When I was in college, I put 'em in my storage unit over the summer (MAY) and took 'em for Christmas (DEC) and mm-mmm! They were yummy! Works really well for peeps! But not so well for regular marshmallows. They were simply rock hard, and too hard to bite into. I put one in my hot cocoa anyways... we'll see what happens.

Jeremy showed me this video on MSN this morning... I swear, I thought someone had snuck in and video taped the stupid cat of ours while we were out or something. You can watch it here (you will need to be in IE to watch it... just a warning for you Firefox {the superior browser} users). Okay, so it's not Big Fella (though maybe he should change his name to such... might explain things a bit...), but I would seriously like to know what they're saying (it's in Chinese, in case you're deciding not to watch the video) because I wanna know how to fatten Big Fella up like that! At least then I wouldn't have to worry about him jumping on the tables (Or jumping up on anything for that matter!) Maybe I should just tie a couple of 10 lb weights to him... That might do the trick. He's a very picky eater--he'll beg for whatever your cooking, but as soon as you drop it on the floor, he just sniffs at it and walks away... If I thought he'd eat lasagna, I'd try that... Or maybe I could fatten him up by feeding him all those stale marshmallows... Ah hah.... There's an idea!

Okay, one more thing... Did you hear about that 62 year old woman who gave birth last week? EWWWW! Alright, now, don't get me wrong--I think if a woman wants to have a baby, and is physically able to do so, and does, then all the power to ya. Okay, maybe I don't really believe that... completely. But I feel for her new little kids! I mean, they're uncles to 40 and 50 year olds... Gross... And when this youngest one turns 18, she'll be 80.. 80!! So, maybe it's better to say, just because you "can" doesn't mean you "should"? Did anyone think about the babies?? Okay whatever. All the power to ya, lady! You go girl!

That's all for me. :-)

Okay... for now...

Alrighty! If things look different, it's because we've changed the template used to display the blog--it's the only one that I could find that DIDN'T put the sidebar at the bottom of the screen. Hopefully... nothing will happen.... I will be keeping a back-up of the HTML code JUST in case something goes array again.

Woo-hoo! Now we can resume posting! Stay tuned!

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

As you may have noticed, not all is well with jeremynjess.blogspot.com. I do not know why or how it happened... all I know is that I cannot fix it. I've emailed their HELP desk with no response as of yet. Hopefully, things will be remedied soon... Until then, you will find the sidebar at the bottom of this page... that is where all the links are... all the old posts... and fun stuff. Why it is at the bottom, WHO FREAKIN KNOWS! All I know is that it's driving me crazy, and the sooner I can get it fixed the happier I'll be! :-)

So in the meantime, thanks for scrolling! Happy days will come again.

Happy V-Day!

Okay, now in my opinion, V-Day is just another reason to dote upon your loved one... But really, do we need an excuse to do that?! I guess it helps space things out, and gives ya a reminder... Like, "Okay, it's their birthday, time to do something nice for 'em." and then, "Okay, it's Christmas, time to do something nice for 'em..." and "Okay, it's our anniversary, time to do something nice for 'em..." and of course, "Okay, it's Valentine's Day, time to do something nice for 'em!" And, eventually, "Okay, it's Mother's/Father's Day, time to do something nice for 'em!" So I guess if you look at it from that perspective, you get at least 4 or 5 "nice" events in your relationship at minimum... That's like one every 10 weeks or so. Hmm... if I hafta wait 10-12 weeks for my Honey to do something sweet for me... I think that may be too long... My dilema is that Jeremy's birthday was just last week, and I went kinda nuts on him then, so it might be overload to go nuts on him today. So I think we'll just keep things simple this year... We'll see!

I love my husband! He's the best!!! Awww... so cute...

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

WE MISS YOU, TODD & PAIGE!

On Friday evening, we attended the Farewell Dinner for our dear friends, Todd & Paige at the Clarendon Grill (can I just say, the Clarendon Grill is not all it's hyped up to be... sure it had cheap booze, and dancing, but I wouldn't go there just for the food... maybe at lunch or on I think wednesdays when it's half priced burgers... don't bother getting the Jambalaya... not worth the $12.) Anyways! Yeah, so we had to say goodbye to TP & PP, and it was very sad... I mean, I'm happy for 'em... Paige gets to work part-time now, they've got a schwanky place (from what I hear at least) for less than what they had here, and I'm sure eventually they'll be getting ready to start a family... So for that, I'm happy for 'em. I'm just sad in my selfish thinking that they left the DC metro area! Now what am I supposed to do?? Guess it's time to make some more friends... Sigh... okay... if I have to... 'Sides... I know what they're thinking down the FL....

WE'LL MISS YOU GUYS! KEEP THAT BLOG UPDATED!

**peace out**

Awww... What a cute Dad Jeremy makes....

See? Jeremy's a pro at this already... This is just his first time holding him, too! So cute... (although he's kinda got a bit of an evil grin on his face... I dunno what that's supposed to mean!)

Jeremy's trying to get some work done from home this morning... He's been fiddling around with files on the computer, transferring stuff from that to his PocketPC, working hard trying to get it all done by a time limit. I was actually quite pleased for a second, because I bought him that IPaq as a wedding present last year, to help him get organized with work and stuff, but he hasn't really used it much. So to see him using it today was nice... until I heard the theme song from Super Mario Bros playing on it... I then realized it was an emulator he was busy moving onto his IPaq, so he could play NES games on it.... not work.... Had I known that's what he was gonna do with it, I woulda bought him a Sony PSP or a gameboy or something... Now, he's so busy "working" on his PocketPC, I hafta read him his incoming IM's otherwise he won't get 'em.
He's so silly... :-)

Lost Pet? Hartz can help!

So I was surfing around the internets last week and I came across Hartz website. Basically, they will make a nametag for your cat or dog, personalized with the name of the pet and a phone number to reach the owner. All this for only $2.95, including shipping! Now, these tags usually go for $5+ each, and since I have no worries of Big Fella getting outta the apt (unfortunately, he's a big scaredy cat and won't even approach the door if it's open, let alone go outside it, take the elevator down to the first floor, and then walk out the double doors into the big scary world outside!), so I never saw a reason for having one. But for $3... well, what the heck. So check it out!

Hmm... ya can't really read the tag from this pic, huh? Lemme get ya a closer shot....
Ooo... still tough to read. Here, I'll translate:

SCHTOOPID
THE CAT

Like I said, I'm not really worried about him actually getting out. And if he does, well, maybe this will help land him a new family that doesn't mind him clawing up their furniture, and making their friends sneeze and sniffle. Sigh... I don't think I'm that lucky, though. Se la vi...

Happy Birthday, Jeremy! (& Ben!)

Yesterday marks the 29th anniversary of my wonderful husband's (and his twin brother's) birth. It was a great day! We laughed.... we cried.... we ate steak.... we ate cake.... we watched Lost.... and so on and so forth. It was good times, and I was glad to be able to make Jeremy's day as bright as possible, despite the fact he had to work on his birthday (I never worked on my birthday... that's what personal days are for! But, eh, different world, different ways... or something)

I LOVE MY HUSBAND! And I look forward to spending many many MANY more birthdays together with him! Happy birthday, baby!

Love, me :-)

We are the champions!

I've paid my duuuuuues,
Time after tiiiiiime,
I've done my sentence.
But committed no criiiiiime.
And bad mistakes,
I've made a feeeeeeewwww.
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face,
But I've come throooooooooough!

(And it goes on and on and on and on!)

Weeeeee are the chaaampions, my frieeeend....
And weeeee'll keep on fiiiiightin', 'til the end...

We are the champions.
WE are the champions!
No time for losers,
'Cause we are the CHAMPIONS---of the world!!!!!

Nah nah nah nah!
Nah nah nah nah!
Heeey heeey hey!
GOOD-BYE!!!

Pittsburgh Steelers vs. Seattle Seahawks
Superbowl XL
Final score: Steelers 21- Seattle 10

And repeat!

Weeeeee are the chaaampions, my frieeeend....
And weeeee'll keep on fiiiiightin', 'til the end...

We are the champions.
WE are the champions!
No time for losers,
'Cause we are the CHAMPIONS---of the world!!!!!

:-)

On a slightly more serious note...

This will not be the usual light hearted funness that this blog has mostly been thus far. However, it is very serious, and I really need to get this down in writing before it becomes less than that.

Last night, I had some very interesting dreams. I think I started out in a live action Halo game, which I'm not very good at in real life (IRL), so you can imagine my performance here. I got a couple of "head shots" but in the end, of course, my weapons jammed and I was no longer playing.

I was then transported to another dream in which I was riding around with friends and we found this great little ice cream place that was trying a new form of advertising to get business. Basically, they'd call you everyday for about a week asking if you wanted ice cream... or something... (probably dreampt that 'cause we had ice cream for dessert last night)

Third dream was a little nicer. I think we were in the Azores, visiting my grandparents (at least my grandfather was there, so maybe we were somewhere else... I dunnno, but it was tropical!) And by "we", I mean myself and my brothers. We just swam around, hanging out, turned a boat into a floating apartment for my grandfather, stuff like that. Pretty light. It was beautiful, too. Lots of mountains on the coasts, crystal clear waters, sandy beaches... ah, it was nice.

The last dream I remember is what prompted me to get up and write. I was with a group of people... I think we were on a boat or something. I don't know how, but I was related to the main guy in this dream. I don't know if I was his sister, or close friend or what. I just know I wasn't his wife (he wasn't Jeremy, so I'd better not be!).

Anyways, there were probably about a dozen people/things on this boat. I say things because Big Fella was there, the only one I recognized from my own life. There were other characters there, like Dolly Parton, and then just random people. Well, thoughout this dream, the main guy (don't know his name, we'll just call him... Steve) was furiously going around to people, trying to get them to turn their lives over to Christ, and become a follower of Him. I'm not sure why he was doing it, but I think Satan (not Big Fella) had been lurking around there, and he noticed. Not all like, red with horns and a spiky tail... Like this monstrous, evil being, but only Steve and I could see him... Everyone else was oblivious.

He must have made it obvious (or maybe not) that he would be back for those who didn't follow Christ very soon, because Steve was awfully anxious. He pleaded with everyone, numerous times, but it's like they couldn't hear him--no one would listen. His most earnest attempt was with his wife... He begged her to listen, to make a decision, because no one knows how long they have to make that choice.... But she couldn't. She couldn't yet do it. Why? I dunno. I just remember how his face fell when she turned his God away.

After a while, Satan did show up. He kinda whirled everyone around until they were lined up on either side of him. I was S-C-A-R-E-D! Looking back I was such a wimp, but I didn't know what I could do. These people had made their choices, and now they were being judged (which I know will happen by God, but I guess my dream just rolled that all into one). One by one, he'd pick them up, they'd give their defense of how they were a good person, and Satan would tell them why they weren't and they deserved to be his, and he'd throw them down into a spiraling abyss, until they were sucked up and no more.

I watched this, yet I only remember what happened with two people. I know Big Fella got his, but I don't remember his defense or why the verdict (I can guess why, but that's for another blog). I do remember Dolly Parton, though (yeah, weird, I know). She told him she was a good person, and how she doesn't belong with him, and to her he said, "Yes, but the man you love is not your husband, and you've been living with him for months." Off she goes, down into the spiral, until she was gone.

Finally, it was time for Steve's wife. Now, Steve had been pleading with her the whole time to change her mind, even trying to take her by the hand and saying, "C'mon, honey, it's time to go home... let's go..." but she wouldn't move. When Satan picked her up, Steve gave it one last shot and yelled, "Please! Don't do this!" as tears streamed down his face... And her reply before being sucked down was, "I'm sorry..."

And then it was over. We walked around comatose, gathering our things, so we could leave. I cried and cried and cried in my dream, and woke up right after, on the verge of tears... and it got me thinking.

I need to change. How many people do I know that don't know Christ, that don't know He is the only way to eternal salvation? How many people do I not talk to because I'm too scared, or I don't want to look stupid or sound preachy or whatever the case may be? I've resorted my life to being the bare bones Christian, in that I know the truth, I've accepted it, been baptized, go to church, go to small group, and yet I doubt that people I encounter on a day to day basis, unless I come right out and say it, know I'm a Christian. That's unacceptable. Jesus himself tells us, "Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit..." (Matthew 28:19) How can I go out and do anything, if I'm not living the life Jesus has called us to live to begin with?

I always thought you had to have the gift of evangelism to be effective at bringing people to Christ. But I realize that it's much more than hearing someone spouting off scripture and changing your life because of it! Y'know, I'm sure I'm not alone when I say I've got plenty of friends and family who won't sit down and listen to 'no preacher being all godly and high and mighty and such', but will sit down with me and let me talk. Even if they don't agree with what I have to say, because they respect me and love me because I'm me, they might just sit through some stumbling and babbling on about how there's overwhelming evidence to believe Jesus when he says, "I am the way, the truth, and the light. No one comes to the Father except through me." (John 14:6)

And then I started thinking about specific people, like my grandfather. What about him? He's getting old and he's not too well, mentally, and I don't know where he stands with God, but gosh darnit, I'm concerned! I hope that he's already made his peace, but if he hasn't, I don't know if what we say will even get through to him. Is it to late? I'd like to think not, but that's something I need to do some serious praying about.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to communicate through this post... And I'm not sure if anyone's still reading at this point, but if you are, can I ask you something? Are ya worried? I mean, personally, I know where I stand with God. I admit I haven't done the best job of living out the life I told Him I would live, but I turned my life over to Christ, commited to following Him instead of the ways of this world, and made it public when I was baptized 4 years ago (I'm still not sure if anyone really knows for sure if you must be baptized in order to be saved... All I know is that Jesus did it, He told us to do the same, so there's no reason to argue.) Now, I know it was a dream, but when Satan showed up, I would not go anywhere where I might catch his attention. I stayed behind him, or to the side where he couldn't see me, 'cause I didn't know what would happen. Granted, it was a dream, but I can't imagine acting much differently IRL. I know John says that greater is he that is in you than the one who is in the world (1 John 4:4), but that's one of those 'easier said than done'.

Okay, I'm on a tangent now. No more. I know this probably sounds really strange to some of you... and that's okay. All I know is that I've been really convicted about how I handle my salvation, and that keeping it to myself is not an option I have. So I guess the main thing I'm trying to communicate is, are you worried about who you're going to spend eternity with? And if you're sure it's with Christ, who haven't you told yet? Who needs to know? God wants everyone to be with Him. His heart breaks for everyone who's not... My heart breaks thinking of those who may not get to spend their eternity in paradise because I was too afraid to speak up.

No more.

Story Time!

This story is about a little boy named "Jerm-y".

Jermy was a happy little boy, who enjoyed all the great things life had to offer. He loved to play games of all kinds, whether it was pretending to be a race car driver (vroom vroom!) or a WWII soldier (bang bang!), he just loved playing his games. He also loved to read the news, go shopping for silly stuff he didn't need, and spending time with his bestest friend in the whole wide world--Jess.

However, there was one thing Jermy detested more than anything in the world, including brussel sprouts! And that was.... school. (random chick in pic)

Jermy HATED school. Absolutely abhored it. He disliked it so much, he would let his alarm go off at least 3 times before finally getting out of bed to get ready for school. By then, though, school had already started, and he would be late. His teachers would start calling him, sending him notes, saying stuff like, "Jermy, you either do it our way or it's the highway! We know what you need to do to be successful at school! So you'd better do it! And everytime you do something school related, you need to write it down. So every book from the library you read, or every letter a classmate sends you, or everytime you play telephone during recess, you need to write it down! If you don't, you'll be expelled and you won't get anything but 'F's on your report card!"

Most of those comments were made from the Vice Principal. You remember those, right? They're not the Principal, but they think they are, and even though most of them have no, say, English teaching skills, or Math teaching skills experience of their own, they still tell the teachers how to teach, and the students how to be students, and blah blah blah. This guy was a big meany. They used to call him, "The Bear". And when the Bear was hungry, you'd better make sure you had all your homework done, and crossed your t's, dotted your i's, otherwise it was "Chomp chomp, gobble gobble!" for you! Your only hope was to occasionally throw him a big fat juicy steak to occupy his time so you would have a running start. A+ tests were good for that, sometimes even just having a weeks worth of completed homework would do it.

Sometimes, though, no matter how many steaks you threw it, he'd still keep coming... And that's what happened to Jermy after he started showing up to school late...

As Jermy walked into his classroom, he fell silent and started to shiver as he heard his name over the loudspeaker, "Jermy! Report to the Bear's office, NOW!" Jermy put down his books, hung his head, and proceeded to walk to the Bear's office, as his classmates looked on him with sadness... They knew what was coming, and they were SO glad they had already arranged to be transferred to another school. Jermy was the only one left, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't get out.

Several hours later....

Jermy emerged from the Bear's office, still hanging his head, but with a spark of rage in his eye. "I've been at this school longer than this stupid Bear," he thought, "I know how to do my homework better than he does! When was the last time he had to do my work?? All he knows how to do is be stupid and mean! He's Mr. "I know everything because I'm the Vice Principal and if you don't do what I tell you to, it's the road for you, kid. RARRRR!"

As he walked home from school thinking about the crappy day he's had (and he's had crappy days at school before, lemme tell ya!), all he could do was hope and pray a transfer was out there somewhere... "There's gotta be something else out there! Why can't I find it?!"

When he got home, Jess was there, and just gave him a big hug, made him a mud pie, and told him, "It'll be okay... he's just a big stupid bear. Just play along for now... someday you'll be able to transfer!" More than anything, though, Jermy just wanted to be homeschooled, like Jess. But he would take the fun and games they shared together in the mean time.

So what happens to Jermy? The Bear? Will he ever get to transfer to another school??? Find out later... like, when it actually happens. :-)