brianajae

Musings on life....

2008-07-01T21:35:07Z

So, bad news audience members.
One of the baby cats died last week.
He was tiny and not healthy when he was born.
I found him when I got home.
I cried like a baby.
It was a little "Of Mice and Men". I sat there holding this dead creature, petting it softly.
That sounds creepy, but whatever.

In other news, I got a message from J. Not from him. Notice the evil looking italics.
Anyone surprised?

Here is my thought on male best friends:
They are ok, as long as they are not complete assholes.
Example #1: Colin.
The best friend I could ask for.
He can make me feel better with a few words, always listens to what I say, and calls ME, which is a big step over many other boys I have been friends with.
I couldn't survive without him.
Tried being friends with him. It took me way too long to realize that it was a one-way street.
We are approaching the end of a year of silence now.
He still hasn't noticed.
Hmmm.
I burst into tears while driving the other day.
He still has that sort of pull over me.
I don't understand how I can know someone is a complete jerk and still long for his company so much. He still occupies at least 50% of my brain and a extremely large portion of my heart.
How is that possible?

Not 'Kitten' Around

2008-06-27T20:54:56Z

So, my dear adoring fans, I must tell you of my beautiful little package of joy at home.
No, I didn't have a baby.
But Cosmo, our cat, did.
Actually, she had seven.
They are adorable and tiny and look a little funny now.
But in a couple of weeks they will be walking little fuzballs.
Wonderful.
And I think I am having one.
Now the major dilemma: what to name the one I will one day get.
Hmmm.

Any suggestions, my beautiful fake audience?

Don't chicken out.

2008-06-25T20:46:41Z

Hello again.
After a brief hiatus I am back.
Yesterday was a crazy day. Most of the office hours I spent at my favorite place: Sears.
Well, today I am going to be talking about some of the furry little creatures that inhabit this world along with the 'all-knowing' humans.
i love animals. a lot.
My best friend Rachelle Marie and will one day have a menagerie in our house. With not only dogs and cats but also monkeys, giraffes, and who knows what else. We do have a list somewhere.
And next year our small three bedroom apartment will be crazy because we will have two cats and a dog inhabiting it along with three humans.
Which is why it is a bit confusing how much I hate chickens.
I hate them. A lot.
They are mean to me. No animals are normally mean to me. They usually love me. So why do our feathered friends hate me so deeply? I am not actually sure.
But I return the favor.
Maybe it is my intense dislike of eggs that makes them hate me.
You would think that would make them like me. Hmmm.
I do bake a lot.
This week, however, I have had to ammend my hatred.
We have baby chicks at our house, and they are just about the coolest things I have ever seen.
Who knew something so hateful could produce something so cute?

On a side note...it is sunny today, which always puts me in a fantastic mood.

Retail 'therapy'

2008-06-23T17:09:26Z

Hello again, imaginary audience!

Welcome back to the world of the work day.
It is time for another small installment of 'the mind of Briana'.
Naturally, you can't get these installments on the weekends because of the dial-up at my papas.
Ok, so my topic for today is working in retail.
Is there anything as infuriating?
Talk about a job that makes you hate the whole of the human race.
As for those of you who don't know, I work at Sears.
I have been working in retail for the last year at various Barnes and Noble companies, but this is the first clothing place I have worked at.
And I hate it.
A lot.
People are rude. They make you look for things that they should find. The leave things piled up in teh dressing rooms, or on the floors. I spent 3.5 hours on one dressing room along last saturday.
Here is a news break through: if you like a tank top, try on one color only. You can then go back and get the colors you like. You don't need to try on 15 tanks of the same size because they have different colors, and then leave them in a heap on the floor of the dressing room. Yes, it is my job to put them away, but it should be your job to be a little considerate. I am already working my ass off to make minimum wage, but I don't want to be cleaning up after you too.
Whew.
Only five weeks of Sears left.

Welcome Briana Jae!

2008-06-20T19:47:10Z

Greetings to all my imaginary audience!
Why am I here, one may ask.
Well, I will tell you.
I have always been a bit fascinated by the world of bloggers. There are blogs for everything. Those to tell you which movies to see, how to raise your children or grow prize winning tomatoes. There are blogs meant to be seen by everyone and those not meant to be seen.
I have no allusions. I don't think that millions of people are going to tune into to see what Briana Jae, a small town journalist/retail worker/student has to say each day.
There are just things I want to say. Things that I think about, but have no one to really tell. They are not particularly important. Not enough to warrant a phone call to a friend or family member. They are just things I think about. Things I wonder. Things it feels good to write down.
So, imaginary audience, I expect we will be taking a fun trip together.
And as we go, you will hear wonderings about everything from kindergarten to literary masterpieces.
Lucky you.