It's 3:20 am, and what an insightful night of intelligent conversation I am currently having with gentlemen on OkCupid. Here, have a look ...
This one was in reference to my last post ...
It is now 3:29. That was exactly 9 minutes of conversation happening on OKC.
That is why I love me some life!
Click here to send me a message on OKC.
You can't be as bad as these dudes ... or wait ... just shut it jen.
LA is the greatest city in the world. Hands down! I love it here. You're exposed to the most insane set of circumstances if you just open your eyes, and open your mind.
That being said ... one of my first summers in LA, I went to a Dodgers game with my best friend at the time and her family. Only, we didn't have to suffer the summer sun in hot stadium seats ... oh no, we were in the dugout. Literally.
Dodger's Stadium has this super super super VIP section called the Dugout Club. My friend's dad is a really big deal in Hollyhood, so of course these were the tickets that he just happened to have.
I remember wandering around for a bit with my friend, as my hunger for curiosity is never appeased ... I don't ever get starstuck - ever ... but I have this crazy uncanny ability to recognize faces. It's a thing. If you were in a CBS made for TV movie in 1991, I will remember it. My brain processes things incredibly fast, and I just kinda go with it. That being said, I looked over - and saw a girl that looked exactly like Ireland Baldwin, Alec's daughter. (She had been in and out of the tabloids at the time, and whether you read them or not - you just couldn't escape at least knowing who this chick was.) I turned to my friend Cindy (name changed) and said dude, this chick totally looks like Ireland ... the words didn't escape my mouth before the national anthem was cued up; I turned back around and placed my hand on my heart, and looked up and saw Alec Baldwin. We were standing shoulder to shoulder both singing the national anthem. He was a lot taller than I expected.
He saw my face completely in shock, and smiled as we continued to sing the anthem. I clapped afterwards awkwardly thinking, is this really happening right now? Alec then went over to my friend's dad - and I tried to play it super cool even though my cover was clearly blown.
Cindy and I left and just grabbed our seats, which were INNCCREEDDIIBLLEEE!!!
Actual Photo
And there ya go! I once sang the national anthem with Alec Baldwin. Dude, I'm such a 30 Rock fan!! BAHHH!!!
This picture is completely unrelated to the post. It just made me smile. Wow, so I just got back home from my meeting with the worst first impression guy.
Lemme take a few steps back first to explain what just transpired ...
So, I got a text this morning, asking if we were still on for our date. I am just the worst dater in the world, and didn't even remember that I had a date tonight. Nothing personal against this dude, or any dude for that matter, just kinda spaced on it. This birthday week has really screwed with me - so much going on. He said his name, and for some god awful reason I just did not connect that person with that name. I didn't even remember giving him my number. Not that he didn't warrant it, this guy is impossibly gorgeous, but brain did not connect. Nerd fail of epic levels.
Thinking he was the virgin boy, (this guy on OKC is 26 and a virgin ... yep, that's happening) I just told him to meet me at the Corner Bakery where I was hanging out all day. Again, thinking there's NO way I am going to date a virgin, but lemme just open myself up to this experience and see what I can take away from it.
I posted on it ... and just kinda went about my day. At 7:30, I looked down and saw a text from the guy. He was like, hey, I'm not the virgin boy ... I'm xxxx - I was like oh holy shit. Called out. Lifecaster fail. HAARRDDCOORREEEE!!!
Told him of course that would still be okay ... dude, I didn't even freshen up my makeup or anything. This guy's profile is like stupid. He's hot. Crazy hot. I was like no no no no no no, but bahh! I gotta just go with it. So I did ... and 30 minutes later he arrived. I thanked him for his sense of humor and understanding.
We started talking, and I didn't notice it at first because his skin is so light - but he is latin. Like LLLLAAATTTTINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!! When I was 7, I used to run around the house proclaiming my love for Antonio Banderas. I used to even love just saying his name ... saying mommy mommy! I wanna marry Antttonnniooooo BANNNNDDEERRASSSSS!!! Down with Melanie Griffith!!! Dude, at this point I'd just negotiate a three some. HAHA!!! Little 7 year Jen Jen did not consider that possibility ... either way, I digress. Love love LOOVVEEE me some latin men. They're so passionate! I've only dated 1 latin dude before, and he was like meh, nice guy, but kinda a sissy ... this dude is just wow ... caliente!! Into MMA fighting, has gone skydiving, is in the industry so he "gets it" ... and yah! Mama likes!
I totally didn't expect to have a date today, let alone one where I was so clearly unprepared, but we went out for amazing pizza and I had a blast. I'm not mad at it. We've already scheduled another date, and we'll have to see where it goes from there.
I will say this, a girl knows within the first 2 minutes if she is going to have sex with a guy. For real, I make my mind up very fast - its just a matter of whether or not he can sustain that ranking for the duration of time. It's incredibly true. Women just know, we just don't say anything about it ... clearly ... and of course there is the mental stimulation and all that jazz. But the bottom line is everything starts off with a very deliberate yes or no. If it's a no, I'm incapable of even playing along. I won't talk about a second date, its just there or not. You can't predict who you're going to click with. The metrics on OKC may be off the charts, but sexual chemistry is an unpredictable beast all of its own.
Right now, he's in the yes category. Like for sure, I don't even have to remotely pretend. Dude, nutella came up in conversation. Are you for reals right now?? Nutella = crack. We'll see how long he can keep me entertained. Not gonna lie, I bore easily. Latin men are funny though, they aren't conversation starters. I had to ask him questions to keep the conversation going, which is weird. I'm used to being asked the questions, but I think its a cultural thing. I've noticed it a lot in even just my latin guy friends. They're not naturally inquisitive which makes for an interesting first meeting.
Sunday, first official date. We'll see how it goesssssss
So...I'm lifecasting. Like for reals, it's happening. And since my kids are basically the biggest part of my life (I literally just had to stop typing to go get the baby's legs unstuck from the crib, change a diaper, put a toddler down for a nap, get a book dropped on my foot, remind the preschooler to go potty before she pees on the floor and make a juice cup) I am going to start documenting my adventures with them. Let me take a big drink of my rich chocolatey Ovaltine and we'll get started.
I have some really frickin funny kids. Anika is crazy smart (she's 3 1/2), Tucker is big, quiet and funny (he is almost 2), and Cadence is all smiles all the time (she is 5 months). I work from home so I am with them ALL THE GODDAMN TIME...basically I am considered a stay-at-home mom that works. Luckily I am a damn good mom because they are really well behaved most of the time, and we don't have too many problems.
That being said, they are still kids. They destroy things in the blink of an eye. I can't watch them every second of every day (I could try but we would all be completely insane after about 3 days), so sometimes it gets a little wild up in here. Todays adventure: poison control.
This is my fourth time calling poison control (oh my god, right?), and luckily each time it has been a really mild thing that didn't affect them at all. The first time Anika drank massage oil when she was 1. Then she ate an old benedryl at 1 1/2. Then she gobbled down some of my grandpa's potassium pills at 2 (she fought me for more even, what a freak). This time is was Tucker. Oh, Tucker, so dumb. 
We used to have hermit crabs, like forever ago. For some dumbass reason we still have the concentrate that you use to make their drinking water safe for them. Anika found it somewhere in the house today (I honestly have NO idea where it came from, I thought it had been thrown away), and I didn't think anything of it. She put it down and I continued getting them ready for their day. I heard Tucker yell "MINE" (not a big surprise since apparently everything in the entire state belongs to him), and when I looked at him he was coveting this little bottle of hermit crab water treatment. I took it from him...and it was empty with the lid unscrewed. Shit. See, I'm one of those mom's that thinks their kid is completely incapable of doing something until they do it. I didn't know he could open it, he's not even 2. Dumb mom. So I look at the label and of course it says not safe for humans, keep out of reach of children. Like in BIG letters. I checked out the ingredients and they look mostly harmless (I'm not just guessing, I am a trained scientist) except the magnesium chloride. Not a good one.
Meh. Poison control people are soooo super nice, they really are. It was in a low enough concentration that I just gave him milk and he was fine. What a tard we both are. I guess if he is going to drink potentially poisonous things on a regular basis it is a good thing that he is way bigger than he should be. Aaaah, a day in my exciting life. Try not to be too jealous.
Hear about more adventures on Twitter or Facebook! And check out my album of asshole things my kids do to me!
#nowplaying: Greatest Love of All - Whitney Houston
Man, as I was typing that line, the #TalkNerdyToMeLover's part, it really hit me that I am a part of this community. It feels so great, too! I have always had a lot of friends and been an active participant in school and stuff, but I would never really consider myself part of many communities. I've always tended to distance myself a bit, mostly because my dad told me that everything I did and said was stupid. So even when I had great friends and people thought I was really funny, I was still terrified of saying something stupid. I was constantly humiliated at home, and I just didn't want that to happen in front of my peers. I remember hanging out with the popular senior guys when I was a freshman and just not saying anything, even though I knew every song reference they were making, and got every joke. They must have thought I was retarded, or just hot enough to get away with it.
It feels nice to finally own my awesomeness. I am awesome in so many ways. I don't need validation from anyone anymore, and I am finally allowing myself to be part of communities. I share my thoughts and ideas with fellow photographers, and other moms even ask me for advice. ME. I never thought the day would come that people would ask for my advice because they think I'm awesome, and not because I'm their manager or something.
I try hard at everything I do - I don't think you should do anything if you aren't going to do it right, so I put everything I can give into everything I do. So it feels so great to finally be recognized as having something to offer. I'm so proud to be a lifecaster on this site, and thank you all for you input and support. I really do appreciate it more than I can express, and I feel that it's making me a better person in all aspects of my life. I'm sure my children thank you as well.
Okay, off to homeschool some crazy pre-schoolers. And buh-bye.
I love to chat! So hit me up on Twitter or Facebook - it'll make my day!
Sunday, December 12, 2010 at 3:22AM