oh man oh man!

in a nutshell because i have to get ready to go to work, again.

I got my promotion, i'm head bather, making 10 an our and working 6 days a week.

i kicked billie out, which is a long drawn out tail of it's own which i dont really like talking about. but i'm super glad he's gone and it'll be a great life without him in it. finally!!

dating a new guy, Crosby, who is (and ryan you'll love this) from Dallas, and a -major- longhorns fan! he's been nothing but wonderfully sweet to me. things could go well, but it's going slowly because that's what i have to do right now. and guess what? he's okay with that. he took me to the andy warhol art exhibit in nashville last week. shocking! it was amazing.

i've decided to go to school, don't really know when yet, but my over all goal, is 4 years at mtsu in the nursing program, then hopefully amazing grades enough for me to get my masters from vanderbilt. we'll see


i miss you guys, call me anytime. and ashley if you so happen to read this, i've really enjoyed what i've read of your blog. you're quite the writer :)

-J-

Catchin up.

hey my long lost blogger family. and by that i mean... hey ryan, how you doin' bro?

things have been really stressful lately. but it's nothing i cannot deal with... i'm a strong kid.

i'm being considered for the supervisor job at work. it's against my friend tara, who lets be honest, is messing up left and right, and pissing people off along the way. is it bad that i'm okay with that? oh the blurry line that is morals.

all the kids are doing wonderfully, Hitler and Ava are getting sooooo big, they have to weigh about 5lbs now, which is nuts, being that when we got them they weighed less than 2lbs.

alright time to go.

-J-

hwhdkfbsnd

Almost time to go relax in the dry dessert sun. I never thought I would be more pumped about being away from all those dogs. I cannot wait to spend 4 days not giving dogs bathes.

Our friend Brittany is turning 22 tonight at midnight, so we're having a little party. So far I'm bored. The boys (rick and billie) are playing halo 3 on x-box live. she is taking on the wireless mic and i am.... writing this blog thinking of everything i need to do before Tuesday rolls around.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.


The littler dictators got fixed the yesterday, at zero cost to us. They're over 3 lbs now and nothing but sweetness.

Off to go entertain myself... somehow.

Yay

I did not mean to blow your mind.

Well hello to my long lost readers, which are Ryan and sometimes my mom. :) We're finally back in business with cable and I don't have to drive to Hastings and use Internet that at least 60 other people are using at the same time.

This blog is coming right from good ole ethan my e-machine laptop and the comfort of my couch.

Today is bit of a special occasion, for more than one reason. We got cable back, yes. But also today is 6 months of a wonderful relationship with Billie. It is also the first time in 4 years that we have reached six months together and haven't wanted to rip each others heads off but, talk and have a great time.

This "summer" has been busy. I'm working at least 6 days a week, and he's working 5. the kittens are nuts and getting so big. Jasta, is amazing and has learned to mind his pints and quarts around the fast growing kittens. We swim almost everyday after we get off of work. which is my last ditch effort to have some what of a tan when i hit Vegas and not fry to death, and both of our efforts to get into better shape. we've also played some good one on one basketball lately. which by the way Ryan, billie was surprised that I'm not scared of the ball or scared to guard him. which i can only owe to you, Alan, and all of your friends. Also, a big thanks to you for helping me not be a girly girl growing up. I've earned the respect of billies best friend heath for the fact that i don't wear a skirt to play basketball or go for a walk in the woods at night. (which by the way his girlfriend does... also, scared of the ball and to break a nail.)

anyway enough of that rambling. i have to tell you about this amazing book that i have finished. Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz. it's amazing!!!! that's all i want to say for now.

kisses

-J-

And then, there were two.

So, one of my supervisors husbands found 3 4 week old kittens with no mother, and kindly asked if we would foster it. In the nature of the Beard's i couldn't say no, granted it's not actually babies, but close enough for me.

It's hard to tell how big there are but they're about the size of a coke can. I happily named them, Stallen, Mussolini, and Hitler. Sadly enough, the smallest girl, Stallen was just too weak and passed away yesterday afternoon. I was at work, and Billie was at home with it, and held her until the end. Needless to say, he took it a lot harder than I did. But, she's in a better place, and as my supervisor Cindy told me earlier today "She lived the best 2 days of her life", with us. And that soothes me, that and the fact that she died being loved and cared for as much as possible. After she had passed Billie put her down on the couch and Hitler and Mussolini crawled up to her and started cleaning her. I suppose that was their good by to her.

After a bath and further inspection we discovered that Mussolini was in fact not a boy, but a girl, so we renamed her Ava Braun.

We were very worried about how Jasta would be with them. He's perfect, so amazed and in awe of them, he lays in the floor and lets Hitler and Ava crawl and pounce and scratch and bite all over them. But as you can see, he's very into them. Which is good.

On another note work is crazy i haven't had a day off since Monday the 14th and won't have one off until Saturday. So at least I'm having some extra money rolling in. Thank god. My bathing supervisor is being moved up to a groomer, so there is an opening for the supervisor position which i'm in the running for. I want nothing more than to have that position. I'm currently missing American Idol, which I'm really bothered by, please tell me how well David Cook does. I <3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiDM0iqAs0V8eirkn63psqAkEokTynUuZ587FTKx8BVPGbhJPrYNl-R3wT8z9-5KjYho9pnddtWLqM-VdWY_3o_9MZHqT72is1b4noZ1nmeGNkHR-sV6pGgfNwTUN6EUYRkOuBX7bsSz_/s1600-h/hitler+close+up.jpg">

Hitler


Ava Braun

have your feet run a race

While in Mississippi, i finally talked Billie into getting his first pair of chucks! This is four years in the making, which further goes to show, I am -always- right... about shoes, (especially chucks).

-Fin-

-J-

Mississippi Queen

Ahhhh good ole Mississippi, thank god for it. It's my deep breath of good southern air when I just need to get out of Tennessee.

Pops (Billie's dad) offered to take us to an Ole Miss football game in the morning, so i got off of work (without having to loose vacation time) and we took the 4.5 hour trek down (over, up?) to Tupelo. I love road trips with Billie, they're much better than road trips with myself. It's just so relaxing, listening to whatever we're in the mood for, talking, remembering that we love making that drive and we haven't done it in years.

Ahhhhhhhh fresh bug filled air.

Although i do have to say i'm a bit homesick, i miss Jasta, but at least he's at home, and not at safari. Our new soon to be divorced friend is now living on our couch and taking care of him this weekend, so i know he'll be comfortable, and not stressed out.

Now, lets talk about some ol' BS. Motion Sickness. Yup, it's taking all the fun things out of life for me, video games, swinging, spinning in a office chair, and driving like a mad woman. Seriously what's up with that? Can i give it back? I don't know when it started happening or why, but it sucks, and i don't want it anymore. Any takers? Maybe I can sell it on ebay for some extra cash. Score!

-J-

Small update.

It's been a while since I've updated, things have been rather insane in the Beard/McDonald household. There is a new roommate, our friend Russell, that's a whole other entry but hey it's extra money for bills and other such things.

My best friend from high school Christian is in town from Atlanta, for the 2nd weekend in a row. I've missed her so much, and it feels nice to have a true friend around that i can do girl things with, like shopping and talking about everything from boys to periods. Billie isn't so keen on talking about "female things" as he calls it.

Anyway, after a rough day of work, we're gonna hit up Nashville and relax for the night, sooooo I'm gonna go wash this wet dog stank off of me.

-J-

Too hard to handle.

There are many things in this world I can tolerate, from being entirely too stupid, to being too cocky. One of things that I can't tolerate is company over at 7:00am when I get up and get ready for work. That's an instant "I'm mad, I'm not talking to you and I'll slam the door when I leave to drive the point home." This morning was no different.

It was a good day. A day that I could joke with my friends, baby talk all the cute dogs, and just be goofy despite the horrible morning. And I had a thought...

There are 3 things people can't handle:
1) Money
2) Time
3) Truth


Money: I never have -too- much money but when I have extra I spend it, on stupid stuff instead of saving it. Feel free to ask my mother about that. I openly admit, I, Jess, am horrible with money.


Time: Now this can range from too much of it to far to little. Either way, it gets people in to trouble more often than not. I typically get lazy and waste days when I have too much time. And spend the days with too little time trying to make up for my wasted time. This also applies to people going nuts in jail and shanking people because they have too much time. To people who fling themselves into heart attacks for being too busy to have time to just sit and take a deep breath. Time, is not on our sides, as it should be.


Truth: Truth, now there is a subject. People lie, everyone lies, everyone you have ever met, who is old enough to talk has lied. Think about the last time something broke in your house (if you have small kids) and you ask "Now, little Cindy Mae, did you break this lamp?" she is gonna respond with a lie. "No, the dog did.", "No Tony did.", "No it just fell over.". Lying is apart of human nature, it was somewhere ingrained in us, that truth, being honest, fessing up, is a bad thing. It'll get you in trouble, it'll hurt someones feelings, I'm ashamed. Whatever. And when the truth comes out it's always "why would you say something like that?!" or "no, no, that can't be right." Whatever the response is, we are taught to lie, because the truth hurts. It stings, it rips, it burns, it opens our eyes.

I'm not saying that I'm an honest person, as a matter of fact it would be a -lie- for me to say that. But truth be told, I'm a horrible lier anyway, just ask any member of my family, me and lying... not good. But I do it anyway, to coddle, to get out of trouble, to place fault on someone else, to cover up how I really feel because I'm embarrassed or ashamed. I lie. So does everyone you have ever met who can speak. And if you say you don't lie, you my friend are in fact a liar.

Now Jess you're thinking, what brought this on? Well, reader, that isn't your business, and you can deal with it. But I will tell you when I'm bathing dogs, I have two things to think about: how the dog is going to look when it's done, and whatever I want. I'm a thinker, it may not come off that way, but the hamster is always on it's wheel in this head. It'll probably have a heart attack soon, from lack of time and relaxation.

I bid you adieu it's a beautiful day outside and I don't want to waste it.

-J-

Jesus Death Day The Afterlife

After writing my last blog, I thought about all the different kind of things I could write about in this one. I'm not new to the "blogging" world. I've had one since I was a freshman in high school, I've gone through many since then. They've been based on poor choices, boyfriends (the majority of which also bad choices) and this one, I want to be about growing up. And in turn there are gonna be rants, raves, twists and turns, some of which you, the reader, aren't gonna be a fan of.

As I started off my last post, that I'm a horrible spell, have poor diction and I never know what's gonna come out next. This all being true, I must also bring to the table that I have a foul mouth, and more often than not cuss like a sailor. I also strongly believe in respect of other peoples boundaries and feels on my life style. So cussing won't happen much, it'll help me expand my vocabulary i suppose.

My life, isn't bad by any means, it hasn't been since i was i dunno, one. As soon as my family scooped me up from whatever hell i was in and adopted me life has been grand. Granted, if you would have asked me this as a teenager, you would have gotten a totally different story.

Me as a teenager, whoooooo. I was a hand full. More than a hand full i'm sure. I made me parents wait up til all hours, deal with my bad attitude, my friends bad attitude, and everything else. I guess you could say as a teenager i was very strong willed to be a rebel, nothing like the rest of my family. I still have that but my choices are much better so to speak. I kicked the drugs, and now I drink. Not often, and not a lot. I openly talk to my mom about it, who is my best friend, as cheesy as that is, she has been my rock and my savior. I'm getting off track, me as a teenager, a mess, a huge school skippin, pot smokin, pill poppin mess. I'm surprised i'm still alive, glad, but surprised.

Whoa, look at the time, should get ready for my Jesus Death Day lunch with the parents. I'm sorry Easter lunch with my parents. I suppose I'll give to you in more detail my views on religion later, should be interesting.

Holla. (I'm secretly negro inside, where it's dark.:) )

-J-

(photo by me, Persey Priest Lake 2007)

The Low Down.

Basically, in a nutshell, I'm a horrible speller, have poor diction and I'm not sure what is gonna come out from one sentence to the next.

One of my older brothers has a blog here, he has a wonderful family who lives states away. Needless to say we don't have the time or the ability to sit around and chit chat for hours. Perhaps this will be the way to keep caught up with each others lives.

Nothing entirely to interesting about me, I'm 24 (or 23 again as I like to call it), work with dogs, yeah okay, i bathe them. But, I love animals and you can't get much better than Safari Pet Resort in Murfreesboro. I live with my baby boy Jasta, boyfriend Billie to much concern and dismay of my family. But we have a history stretching over 4 years, and I love him, a lot. I'd be lying to say that we haven't been throwing the idea of marriage around. It makes me really excited, the idea of being married, to Billie.

I suppose this is it for now, tomorrow is Easter and I plan on eating with my rents... Ma and Pa Dukes. :) And I haven't exactly been around for them lately.

-J-