The Honey Pot

'six selfies' (THERE WAS ONLY ONE RULE JENNIFER) 2006- 2014

tagged by sidramatic & womaninterrupted

(I’m behind on tumblr so I’m not sure who to tag. I like your faces, congratulations on that shit- whip ‘em out on the dash if you want!)

I took a five second nap in a living room chair this evening while the roofers were roofing and UncleDucey was watching all the sports. I have trouble sleeping in public spaces but all the windows had ladders full of humans climbing up and down the house all day and my bedroom windows only have half curtains so, the living room was private in comparison. Jazz did her best to ignore the roofing noises all day. Tonight when she woke up she listened very carefully to my words, “You are a very good girl. Are you ready to go outside?”

Hey let’s go to the sauna!
I mean attic.
I mean sauna attic.
How many coffee cups does one person need?

Hey let’s go to the sauna!

I mean attic.

I mean sauna attic.

How many coffee cups does one person need?

today I ate at a restored and renovated bank built by Louis H Sullivan. I was way into the windows and fixtures and mural by Allen E. Philbrick but my chimichurri’d sandwich was delicious as well. The cocktail menu was impressive. I wasn’t really feeling the selfie in front of the bank vault but I pushed through. for the blog and the tumblroos. or something like that.

I’m not hungry. But we are in a beautiful building.

the walk was nice

my attitude and mood is still abysmal, maybe this is just my personality. I’m in ~the old bear pit~ again.

it feels like it takes a very long time to make 10 days of food.
I just finished feeding her and she immediately put herself to bed. We haven’t walked yet though. She was very “meh” when I mentioned a walk. I think having watermelon on #foundbeef day used up all her energy and enthusiasm.
Maybe she’ll feel differently when I put on my shoes and head towards the door.

it feels like it takes a very long time to make 10 days of food.

I just finished feeding her and she immediately put herself to bed. We haven’t walked yet though. She was very “meh” when I mentioned a walk. I think having watermelon on #foundbeef day used up all her energy and enthusiasm.

Maybe she’ll feel differently when I put on my shoes and head towards the door.

I took a series of pictures of Jazz on her great GrazeVenture and of me on a SweatVenture where I slowly turn into one giant mosquito bite. NATURE!

that second picture of me is a fairly accurate visual on how I feel my life is going and how I am reacting to that go. In the first picture I’m in THE OLD BEAR PIT.

I removed the golf.

This morning I woke up to a guy hanging out outside my second story window. He was supposed to be there. He was taking off the shutters or something.
And when I went to start laundry he was prepping the basement windows. this works out perfectly. I need an audience all the time. here is my face.
I’m wearing my dream fort sweatshirt because it’s weirdsummer!
Jazz is a bit despondent that her barking has not driven the window guy away but, she did successfully bark at and scare HotNeighbor’s puppy.
and I figured out why I was down in the dumps yesterday. All my regular stuff plus my womb was sending a message of displeasure at having to tear down all her hard work, yelling something like, “this is why we can’t have nice babies”.
that’s all for now. oh. I might reblog Tom Hardy and his dog, like, all night. you’ve been warned.

This morning I woke up to a guy hanging out outside my second story window. He was supposed to be there. He was taking off the shutters or something.

And when I went to start laundry he was prepping the basement windows. this works out perfectly. I need an audience all the time. here is my face.

I’m wearing my dream fort sweatshirt because it’s weirdsummer!

Jazz is a bit despondent that her barking has not driven the window guy away but, she did successfully bark at and scare HotNeighbor’s puppy.

and I figured out why I was down in the dumps yesterday. All my regular stuff plus my womb was sending a message of displeasure at having to tear down all her hard work, yelling something like, “this is why we can’t have nice babies”.

that’s all for now. oh. I might reblog Tom Hardy and his dog, like, all night. you’ve been warned.