Also known as “J.R.P.P.”

April 30, 2009 By Jessica

Nicknames, gotta love them even if you hate them.

“J.R.P.P.” comes from a co-worker I met while still in college at A&M.  It actually stands for “Jessica Rat Poo Poo”.  There are no stories or actual reasons other than one of my initials is the letter “R”.  He called me “Jessica Rat…” a few times, but I thought the immaturity was over when he switched to calling me “JRPP”.  It wasn’t until I asked him later what it stands for that I realized the new name was only an acronym for the old one.

I’m not too fond of “J.R.P.P.” but I doubt he likes explaining why I refer to him as “Butt Fungus” either.

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Not a pupa, not yet a butterfly

April 29, 2009 By Jessica

Saturday morning consisted of lounging around in bed until 8 am, breakfast, and coming back upstairs to lounge some more.  Passing through my room I also observed that Pete’s chrysalis was now totally transparent, like a pill-shaped butterfly suspended from a jar lid.  The bed looked way too comfy to resist hopping back in, so I placed the jar back on the shelf.  Instead of macro documentation, I decided to put off taking photos of Pete’s newest development until later as I began burrowing under the covers.  Distractions continued as a buddy of mine who now works and lives in Abu Dhabi was online.  We started chatting.  I forgot about Pete.  Normally he would literally be hanging out in his chrysalis, but as I turned around to grab something on the desk there was now a huge pair of orange wings instead of empty space.  When I realized what was going on I proceeded to freak out as follows:

[4/25/2009 10:05:41 AM] MFM: i dunno… i had better things going on
[4/25/2009 10:05:52 AM] Jessica: like studying?
[4/25/2009 10:05:52 AM] MFM: like sitting in silence… haha
[4/25/2009 10:05:57 AM] MFM: yeah
[4/25/2009 10:06:16 AM] Jessica: you sound like me…but lately i have been dying to get out
[4/25/2009 10:06:29 AM] Jessica: DY-ing!
[4/25/2009 10:07:20 AM] MFM: its not all what its cracked up to be
[4/25/2009 10:07:34 AM] Jessica: ah!  pete just emerged!!!!
[4/25/2009 10:08:19 AM] MFM: excuse me?
[4/25/2009 10:08:41 AM] Jessica: pete is my pupa
[4/25/2009 10:08:45 AM] Jessica: and it is awesome
[4/25/2009 10:08:56 AM] Jessica: omg!!!
[4/25/2009 10:09:04 AM] Jessica: do the video thing and i can show you
[4/25/2009 10:21:56 AM] MFM: your pupa?
[4/25/2009 10:22:00 AM] MFM: what the hell is a pupa?
[4/25/2009 10:22:11 AM] MFM: sorry i was making dinner
[4/25/2009 10:22:16 AM] Jessica: you are totally missing out!

In case the frequent exclamation use doesn’t tip you off, I was really, really, REALLY excited.  Because I was so ridiculously excited I wanted to share the whole process with my buddy (to cheer him up), but my computer refused to recognize the camera connection for video chat.  Then I couldn’t find the CD to reinstall it and the chaos of my room succeeded in keeping it hidden for at least another 45 minutes.  As soon as I told my buddy I would be back later, the camera installation CD happened to pop up.

Adios Amigo

An hour later I was ready to show my buddy the “butter” that was ready to “fly”, but there was no one on the other end to show anything to.  Seeing that my six-legged friend was itchin’ to literally spread his wings, we (me, my aunt, and Pete) went outside and Pete officially became the most beautiful butterfly ever as he soared past the houses.  Take care, Pete.  I’ll miss you, man.

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Birthday Massage of Consciousness

April 25, 2009 By Jessica

Celebrating the “big” days in life are difficult to do.  Do I make it special if in truth it’s just another day?  Well, maybe a huge effort is not necessary for every occasion.  To avoid disappointment I set my sites on making it a good day.  It is a day that calls for celebration, so the “special” part is most likely already there.  If I happen to surpass good and it ends up being a great day, then that’s fine by me.

As my birthday loomed around the corner, I decided to take the day off from the lab and do something I have never done before.  Originally I wanted to take a mini-road trip, but the thought of having to get up super-early the next morning nixed that after getting a late start.  To salvage the day and the desire to do something never done personally, I opted to end my birthday with a professional massage.  It’s been a few days, and I’m still not sure how I feel about it.

I walked inside to the waiting area and was handed a medical release, benefits of massage information card, and a medical survey sheet.  Filled them out.  Handed them back.  Waited for the massage therapist to call me.

A lady walks out and introduces herself.  In a soft voice she instructs me to enter the second room on the right.  We walk back to the room.

Crashing waves and bird noises alternate over “muzak” that reminds me of a love scene in Top Gun.  Not my first choice.  It’s so quiet in the back area, almost library quiet.  I feel the need to use my 5-inch voice to answer all her questions on my massage boundaries.  Red light on the scalp massage and green on everything else.  Keep a yellow light on the firmness, proceed with caution.  The actual massage hour begins after being instructed to disrobe to my comfort level and lie down under the sheets on the table with the back of my knees over the pillow.  I almost needed to take notes.

The majority of my garments find themselves neatly folded on a chair a few moments later as I hop onto the table.  My urge to giggle is overwhelming while pulling the cool sheets up to my chin.

I’m naked, and it’s cold.  It’s cold and I’m naked.  “Burr, it’s cold in here!  There must be some Toros in the atmosphere!” (from Bring It On)  Haha, that line never gets old.  There’s about to be a woman coming in here and touching me who I don’t even know.  Who thought of this?  Touching people, touching naked people, touching naked people for money.  Weird.  This is weird.  I’m cold.  This reminds me of that other time…

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