January 15, 2011

“RIP Samantha Jean”

It’s super hard to make this post… but it has to be done. My cat, Samantha, has been living at my ex’s since I moved out in December. Prior to my leaving, she was obviously not herself and not the regular happy, energetic kitty she usually was. My ex took her to the vet and they kept not finding anything. Eventually she wasn’t eating enough or getting enough nutrients into her body causing her liver to fail and she passed in the wee hours of this morning (around 4am). I am absolutely devestated but very relieved at the thought of her no longer being in pain. Here, I just want to take a minute to remember my baby kitten. She was really a best friend to me while my ex was deployed. Like a dog, she waited at the door for me to come home from work, then licked my faced excitedly when I picked her up. She was my spooning partner in bed and gave me massages while cuddling on the couch. She had more energy and spunk than any other cat I’ve ever met. Although her time here was short, she was so loved and brought me an immense amount of joy.

Thank you, Samantha, for getting me through this year.  I love you with all my heart and soul. Say hi to Boomer and Hugo.

January 14, 2011


After yesterday’s “Etsy Porn” post, I found myself wanting to share a million other Etsy finds! In order to make this blog more about my life and less about Etsy, I’ve decided to create a page for my ever growing “Wishlist“.  Here, I will selfishly post all the things I’m currently drooling after for my apartment, my wardrobe and more. This way, 99% of my blogs won’t be about everything I want to buy, because 99% of the time, I’m looking online for things to buy… I need therapy.

January 13, 2011

“Etsy Porn”

I have a feeling this is going to be a regularly occuring type of post. I love etsy. It’s one of those websites that I could (and do) get lost in for hours upon hours. Sadly, when I get jolted back into reality there’s a puddle of drool and an empty wallet next to me. Self control, Jessica, self control.

Feast your eyes upon this little baby.

I mean, seriously. I’ve been struggling to figure out a cute way to have tissues available to my guests- especially during cold/flu season and especially with the two feet of snow we just got hit with. Problem solved!  He’s a freaking whale…and he has my heart. He’s from this adorable shop on Etsy. I love supporting small businesses, anything made in the USA and anything really stinkin’ cute.  Swoon.


January 12, 2011

“Introducing: The Tour”

Who doesn’t love a house tour?  I know I do. Getting a glimpse into someone else’s life and the way they live is always fun. So, be a creeper. Check my place out here .

January 9, 2011

“Mi Casa No Es Su Casa”

It’s so incredibly nice to have a place all my own. I can do whatever I want whenever I want. I can walk about buck naked and mop the floors if I want (which actually has happened). I can pick my wedgies as freely and as animatedly as I’d like. I can wake up at 3am and eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s if I so desire without grossing anyone out with my gorging.  And that my friends, is pure bliss.

January 7, 2011


I’ve never lived in an apartment building before, so I’m not quite sure the proper apartment neighbor etiquette.  Part of me just wanted to knock on every door on my floor to introduce myself and another part of me hoped I might drunkenly knock into each of them on the elevator and become fast friends. That first part might end in some retraining orders and the second part would involve a lot of drunken nights and probably some awkward looks, if not calls to the police; so no thank you.

While moving in, my jackass (lovely) brother decided it was a great idea to try to ride the luggage trolley from the middle of my apartment into the hallway like a skateboard. While doing so, he not only nearly impaled himself in the doorway but rammed trolley first into my neighbors door.  As he continued down the hallway like a retarded Tony Hawk, I locked up and prayed to the heavens that none of my neighbors were home to hear the ruckus. Low and behold, a  girl with an English accent (we’ll call her Brit.) opens the door to “make sure everything was OK”, but probably wanting to use a few choice words besides those. We exchange “hellos” and pleasantries; I assure her all is well out here besides my brothers impaled skull and we continue our move in.

So, my first encounter with a neighbor. Awkward. Rude (on my end). But, I want a friend! So what do I do? What any normal person would do, of course… find her on facebook.

I’m happy to report that the we’ve had our first neighborly date (for an early elevenses of coffee and cake) and it went quite well.  I guess I should thank my brother for this new friendship. Or maybe facebook. Or maybe Tony Hawk.

January 6, 2011

“Fitness Center”

The best thing about having a gym in my apartment building is that I have no excuse not to work out.

The worst thing about having a gym in my apartment building is that I have no excuse not to work out.