Fartin’ Around

One of my most favorite/profusely used phrases includes anything ending in the words “fartin’ around”.  I say it often enough that friends, co-workers, and even co-worker friends have adopted it into their normal speech.

For example, you may ask, “Jessica, why have you not posted anything in FOR-EV-ER?!”

And I would respond with, “Well, my dear, dear Reader, it’s because I have been fartin’ around.”

Not really, but I figured that would make a good segue into what I’ve been up to and why there hasn’t been much on the blog lately (despite promises to finish up a few things…I promise it will get done eventually).  Reading, working, shopping, the holidays, and life have turned the past two months into a very busy whirlwind.  As soon as I hook up my camera and clear the memory card I’ll show you pictorial proof, but until then you’ll have to take my word(s) for it.

You could also lay some of the blame on Cookie, one of my lab co-workers.  No, that’s not her real name.  She is an avid reader who has introduced me to a more adult-ish series of books which also happen to serve as the basis for HBO’s “True Blood”.  It’s gotta be at least relatively entertaining to earn a show, right?  The good news is I’m on the seventh book and have a little over two more to go.  The bad news is I picked up another unrelated book to read and am still trying to find the motivation/time to prepare for a half-marathon on January 17th.  Throw in a couple out of town weddings, a trip to see the family over the holidays, plus two jobs and it starts getting a little more obvious why I’m so tired.

The best news is that instead of dozing off at 6 pm (literally) I’ll make more of an attempt to (wo)man-up with more regular postings, which would make this post first of many more to come.  Yea.

Adios, cama (bed).  Hola, computadora (I think you can figure that one out).

Nightmares

Last night I had a horrible dream, so I’m using it as motivation to get on with my typing related catharsis.  Read this and this in the meantime to see where I left off last.

When long is better than short.

“What’s with the Farrah Fawcett ‘do today?”

Little did he know that my hair was strategically allowed poofing out privileges for the day in order to provide some much needed camouflage.  A real nasty addition was discovered when my hand went up to wash my face this morning and found a sore, yet acute, shot of pain running through the entire right side of my face.  I felt a bump, a large, painful bump.  Not good.

I hopped out of the shower in a hurry to see what damage a night’s sleep had done to my skin.  Sure enough there was a large red planet protruding from my cheek.  Of course I concealed the bejesus outta that sucker with as much foundation and…well, concealer as my fair complexion would allow without looking ridiculous.  Not even the entire stock of Sephora could’ve helped this one, so I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t chopped off my hair during a trim the day before and went to work with it styled to cover as much of my face as possible.

Had my hair been shorter, and unable to cover my cheek, I would have had to rock that sucker like they discovered Pluto actually was a planet again, but had been relocated to my face.  I may not love the maintenance that comes with long hair, but I do love how it can make a break out disappear in a pinch.

Pretty sneaky even if I do say so myself.