I made it home safely from Georgia. I’m sure you were all worried.

Here is a photo-log of my trip there:

“Good bye Ohio!”

Hello, Kentucky!

Best part about road trips: JUNK FOOD!

I fell in love with Ale8 while I was attending college in KY. I’ve missed it.

Are you from Tennessee? Cuz you’re the only Ten-I-See!

This is my “I’m-sad-and-lonely-and-sick-of-driving-all-alone” face.


My visit was wonderful. I spent most of the time cuddling a teeny tiny babe (when I say teeny tiny, I mean teeny tiny. At 1 month she is just over 7lbs. Babies in my family don’t come this small!). It was perfection.

I also hit up my favourite food joints that I was introduced to last year. I was going to take photos of the delicious food but I ate it all before I remembered. I did however, take a photo of the giant pizza we got.

That’s a 30-inch pizza!

It’s from a place called “Big Pie in the Sky”. It was featured on Man vs. Food: Atlanta. Food won.

It was great just relaxing and spending time with my Friend. I’ve missed her. We reminisced about college, had a few slap-happy laugh fests, and spent an entire day watching Disney Original/Princess movies. A tradition we started many years ago. Besides Emma, she’s the only person I watch them with. It was wonderful.

Here are a few pictures of the beautiful Miss Autumn:

Snug as a bug in her carseat.

Snuggling with her new best friend. Me.

Good Morning Cuteness!

So little. So perfect.

So. Much. Hair.


I gave her a mohawk. Mama bear was not happy with me.

Autumn thought it was cool.

Best Friends!

She would pull her bow over her eyes a lot when she slept. It was funny.

Goodbye, Jessi. I’ll miss you!

Isn’t she adorable?

I miss her already. I won’t see her again until the end of October!

Oh I almost forgot. Here’s a picture of the lovely gift Autumn gave me:

Mmm…nothing like a shirt full of puke.

She’s so thoughtful.

I also tried biking while I was there.

If you’ve ever been to Georgia you know it’s nothing like Ohio. Ohio is flat. Georgia is not. My house is surrounded by flat fields full of corn and soybeans. Tricia’s house is surrounded by mountains.

I rode for a mere 8 minutes and made it halfway up two separate hills before I called it quits. Mind you, these hills were quite steep. I’m no geometrist, but I’d say there were at least 90 degrees. Maybe more. I could have maybe made them up the whole way if I were going faster but I’m not very comfortable going above 25mph on my bike and going down those steep hills, you get to going pretty fast. I’m pretty sure my brake pads were smoking by the time I hit the bottom. I started up the hill with only about 15mph of oomph to get me up it. Which was no where near enough. It was rough.

I felt like an idiot. All these nice Southern people waving at me and I’m huffing and struggling to pedal up these hills. Face red and full of sweat. Curses forming under my breath.


Big. Epic. Fail.

But hey, at least I tried and I know next year at this time, I WILL be able to get up those hills.

Thanks to this little book I’m reading.

More on that later. Hopefully I can finish chapter 1 (I’ve been a bit busy lately with babies, driving, and eating giant pizzas) tomorrow.

Until then, night ya’ll!


– gypsyjess.

P.S. I fixed my car when I got home from my trip. It wasn’t broken but Coil #6 was getting a bit old and needed replaced. I got a socket wrench set for my birthday from this really neat company. I decided to try them out. I’m so handy.

Here’s a shout out to Tomboy Tools!

P.S.S./P.P.S. While driving home from Georgia I passed a semi that had piglets as cargo. One in particular was feeling quite desperate:



Tomorrow I leave for Atlanta, GA.

9.5 hours in the car.


Just me, my music, and my thoughts.

I’m not exactly overjoyed at the thought. I am however, excited about driving through certain places.

A few of the major cities I will drive through are:

Cincinnati, OH

Lexington, KY

Knoxville, TN

Chattanooga, TN

I’ve been to Cinci-nasty, as we say here in Mville, a bunch of times so I’m not too excited about that. The others, however, I’m pretty excited about. Depending on how well I’m doing on time I may stop and explore a bit. Either tomorrow (urm, today since it’s 1:30am 1:50am) or on the way back. I’m taking my Nikon so I’m hoping to get some nice shots.

It’s 1:30am 1:50am. Tomorrow I have to get an oil change (it was closed by the time I got off work today), hit the bank, and top off my gas tank. Then my journey will officially begin.

Wish me luck!

Hopefully by 9pm I will be in GA holding this beautiful little girl (I call her “The Cuteness”):

Isn’t she beautiful! I can’t wait to cuddle with her and become her new best friend.

And catching up with my long-lost bff. Here’s a few picture of us in college when we were just two crazy kids out on our own for the first time:

Classic Jessi and Tricia pose. YES!

I think this is one of the first pics we have together. From 2004 I believe.


Classic Jessi face. Complete with red eyes.


I still have that coat. It’s my favourite.

Pretty (Tricia did my make-up. Pretty much the only time I wear make-up is when she does it for me).

Tricia kissing my King Tut pen. Yes, I have a King Tut pen. It was awesome.

A more serious pose. One of my all-time favourites though.

And now she’s a wife and mummy. Where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday we were two college kids unsure of we wanted out of life. Playing “Mission Impossible” with the security guards after curfew.

Life goes by fast my friends.

“Fast like Bolt!” As Emma would say.

Good night friends. Sweet dreams.

– gypsyjess.


I hate feeling pathetic. I can handle pain. I’m in pain a lot with my stomach issues but this, this is different. This is pain combined with helplessness and I hate it.

I can’t put any weight on my big toe nor can I bend it so I have resorted to walking on the outside of my foot and since I can’t bend my toe or ankle I have to hobble. I look pathetic. This injury really isn’t that bad, at least it shouldn’t be this bad but since it’s on my foot and I use my feet a lot it is a lot worse than it appears. I never realized how much I use my big toe. It’s quite an important little guy.

A good friend of mine is a massage therapist who specializes in sports related injuries and muscle issues. I’m going over to her house tonight so she can take a gander. In the meantime I have wrapped the ever living out of my toe/foot. It’s the only thing that takes the edge off and makes the pain tolerable. Any sort of  movement from my big toe causes huge pains to run up my leg. This helps to prevent that.

Don’t laugh.

Okay, enough about my toe/foot. I’m sick of sounding like a pathetic little weeny. I PLAY RUGBY FOR GOODNESS SAKE!

I have a new song obsession. Well, two actually. Perhaps you’ve heard of them?

I was actually listening to Some Nights when I crashed fell off my bike yesterday.

I think Fun’s video is cool but I’m not sure how I feel about them comparing being a soldier during the Civil War with being a musician. I have to remember it’s figurative and not literal. They are merely talking about the struggle between wondering if they are doing the right thing or not. At least I hope that’s the case.

I will leave with this very exciting announcement!


Autumn Riley was born via c-section at 11:22pm last night. She weighed in at 6lbs 6oz and was 18.5in long. She’s tiny and beautiful and perfect. I can’t wait to see her!

Have a wonderful evening folks.

– gypsyjess.

P.S. I’m only 4 visits from 20,000! Keep them coming!



My bff is having a baby! This is not new news though, she’s nearing 9 months now. I’ve just been slacking on posting.

A couple weeks ago mum and I drove to my bff’s hometown to attend her baby shower. It was great, she loved our gifts (mum made her a quilt and I got her some adorable clothes) and it was fun spending time with her and her family. I hadn’t been to her hometown since college so it was nice.

I still can’t believe she’s going to be a mummy! It seems like just yesterday we were in college. Where does the time go?!

Miss Autumn Riley, I can’t wait to come visit you in August! Have a safe delivery and don’t cause your mama too much pain!

Here’s a pic of me and the happy mama!


And here’s the quilt my mama made!


– gypsyjess.


Last night I went shopping with a friend of mine and her two daughters. C is eight and H is ten. In the middle of our shopping trip, C offers me a [make-believe] gift:

C: I will grant you one wish.
Me: hmmm…well then I wish for a husband.
C: [thinks for a minute] I don’t know if I can do that one…
H: [in a “duh” tone] Why don’t you just go out and find one?

Oh H, if it were only that easy. With my commitment fears and extreme picky-ness in the “requirements of a future spouse” department, it’s going to be a while I fear. Or perhaps I’ll be one of those girls who meets a guy and instantly “knows” he’s “the one”.

That’s what my friends say anyway. They tell me when I meet the right one, my “soul mate” all my commitment fears will POOF! disappear and I’ll be begging him to pop the question. I hope so.

Until then I remain hopefully single. Left to resort to day dreaming about my future Mister. Making up his characteristics [tall, dark hair, funny, rugged, strong but with a gentle side]. *sigh*.

I’m not picky per se, I just refuse to settle for anyone less than my “created just for me soul mate” and I know he’s out there. Somewhere. Perhaps he lives right down the road from me. Perhaps he lives in Germany and we will meet in approximately three weeks. Perhaps he lives in another state but will be moving to the Columbus area soon. Perhaps he right under my nose and I just haven’t noticed yet [though I honestly don’t know any single guys, that I would consider dating that is. There are a plethora of single guys in my area, just none that qualify].

Only God knows this answer and when He decides I’m ready, really ready, He will send him to me [not like send him in the mail or anything, though that would be funny. Or if he was a UPS guy and he delivered something to me. That would be very funny!]. I believe that, I know that deep in my heart and it’s because of that belief, that I feel a sense of peace about the whole thing. I’m not scared of being alone forever, I’m not scared the opportunity will “pass me by”. I know when it’s the right time, God’s time, I will meet him and we will fall in love and live happily ever after and have beautiful babies [three or four is a good number] and live in a cute little house with a cute little dog. *sigh* I just hope God does all this before I’m, eh, too old to have babies! *gulp*.

But until then I will gladly take suggestions in the “future husband department”. If you know any men who are tall, funny, rugged, manly, love Jesus with all his heart, mind, body and soul, and love kids, send him my way. If anything I’ll get a free meal and maybe a movie out of it. It’s a win-win-win situation.

– gypsyjess.

P.S. If you need a visual idea of what I’m looking for, please resort to the photographs below.

I also have a thing for Jack Black.


A Letter.

Boo Bear,

Today you are 21. I can’t believe it. It seems like just yesterday I was yelling at you to get out of my room, now I beg you to come home every weekend and hang out with me.

What words can I use to describe how much you mean to me?

We started out pretty rough. I was mad at you for being a boy. I tried to make you disappear by covering you with blankets while you slept. I’d go over to mum and say, “Josh is gone! Can I have a sister now?” Sorry about that. No hard feelings right?

Did you know that I am super protective of you? Funny right? Seeing as you are twice my size and could beat anyone up. I would round-house kick anyone in the face that hurt you, whether it be physically or emotionally.

Stop laughing. I’m tough. I just don’t like to show it off. Punk.

You are my best friend. I can talk to you about anything. You are my confidante, my confessional, my best friend, my Boo Bear.

I love you so much and I hope you have an amazing birthday.

I am so proud of you. I love you more than you will ever know!

Happy Birthday Boo Bear.

Love, your big sister, Jessi.

P.S. I’m sorry you spent 90% of your childhood in tears because of me. I wish I could go back and not be such a doucher. Then again, maybe it would’ve changed the outcome of our relationship.

– gypsyjess.


“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” It’s a phrase we all have heard at one point or another in our lives. However, the person who coined this phrase was obviously never in Junior High or High School, or a girl.

Sure, it’s easy to say “words will never hurt me” but let’s be honest for a minute, words do hurt. Sometimes they hurt a lot. There have been many times in my life where I would rather have been punched in the eye than insulted or verbally degraded. At least with a black eye it only hurts for a day or two and once the swelling and discolouration fade, all evidence and pain is gone. Words, however, stick around. Sometimes forever. If you’re a woman (even some men I’ve found), first of all congratulations for surviving into womanhood. Secondly, you know exactly what I mean when I say the phrase, “back stabber”. It’s unfortunate how many of us have been stabbed; worse still, how many of us have been the stabber.

I hate to admit it but I have been a stabber. Yes, I have also been stabbed but I got over it. What I can’t get over and forgive myself for is for being the stabber. For being so close-minded and petty that I prevented or ruined a beautiful friendship over something that was probably not even worth it. Actually it wasn’t worth it because, when I think back to those moments in my life, I can’t remember the why. Just the looks of hurt and pain that my words caused another human being. I hate myself for it.

But why are we like this? Why must we degrade one another to make ourselves feel better? How is it acceptable, especially in womanhood, to use hurtful words towards others to boost our own self confidence? We ought to be ashamed of ourselves, really. This pettiness is ridiculous, and to be honest, disturbing.

I hear the things people say about another. I’ve been in the room when the stabbed walks in to the room full of stabbers. I’ve felt the awkwardness in the air. I’ve seen the look on the persons face when they realize that everyone in the room was just talking “smack” about them. It sickens me. What sickens me most however, is my reaction.

I do nothing. I sit quietly. Awkwardly. I know it’s not my place to say anything and to be honest, if I were to say something I would be next on the list. However, I get this knot in the pit of my stomach when I witness things like that where I know, I need to say something. Not anything degrading or hurtful towards the stabbers, but something that gives them a reality check. I once heard a phrase that made me laugh, “The people who gossip the most, are the ones who are gossiped about the most”. I thought that was intriguing and a bit sad. It’s a vicious cycle that is destined to repeat itself until someone puts a stop to it. Until someone who was sitting in that group, stands up for the victim. Maybe they don’t say anything. Maybe they just stand up quietly and leave. At least that shows the others in the group that they won’t sit there and tolerate such rubbish.

On the flip side however, why do we need acceptance from our peers? Why do we look to others for acceptance? Why do we care so much when we don’t fit in? We go to such great lengths to fit in don’t we? We go so far as to disown others for being different from us. But if we are ever going to put a stop to this, we need to learn to love and accept one another. Not because of our similarities but because of our differences. Our quirks and imperfections are what make us so unique and beautiful. How boring would it be in this world if we all acted the same, looked the same, dressed the same. The world would be a very bland and lame place!

I know it’s cliche to say but, the only person we need to worry about judging us is God. In a hundred years, those women won’t matter. Heck, they won’t even be alive (and neither will you actually)! So why do we care so much about the words others say. Romans 8:31 says it best, “What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” even though, in this specific verse, Paul was not talking about backstabbing (or maybe he was since he was talking about present sufferings vs. the future kingdom of God), it is still true and can be used in this context. Seriously, if God is for us, who can be against us? The answer, no one. God is all that matters, to be totally honest. Sure, this is not to say we will be immune to the pain and hurt we feel when negative things are said about us, but it can help in coping with such situations. Eleanor Roosevelt said it quite well too, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”

Another passage, that pretty much sums up everything I wrote, can be found in Leviticus 19. Verse 18 states, “Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.”

I urge you friends, to stop the pettiness and backstabbing. For our sakes. For our daughters’ sake. For everyone’s sake.

I have done my part, now it’s your turn.

– gypsyjess.


Whilst reading PostSecret tonight, er, at midnight, I read this secret.

While I haven’t read every single PostSecret, I have read quite a lot. Some make me laugh, some make me sad, some surprise me. Some have made me realize how incredible my life is.

I mean it. I really, really mean it.

Sure I don’t have a flashy job, a nice place, loads of money, etc. But to be honest, I don’t want it. I don’t need it. Sure it’d be nice to have those things, but I don’t need them to be happy. I’m quite happy and content living my monetarily poor little life in small-town America [though I really want to travel…].

I owe this little life of mine to God. Sure I’ve had my bumps along the way but really, my life is amazing compared to others lives. Not that I’m comparing my life with theirs and saying, “man, sucks to be you!” I would never say that. Well, I mean I have said that, to friends, in a 100% jokingly sort of way. But you get the point. I hope.

Anyway, back to my original point. My life is so amazingly blessed. I have an amazing family, an awesome group of friends, a fantastic church family and so many people in my life who love and care about me. And most importantly, I have an amazing God who has always had my back, even, er especially, when I least deserved it.

I really cannot put into words how happy and amazingly blessed I feel. It’s overwhelming really. I want to give a shout-out to all my peeps who have always been there for me. I say this, with the utmost sincerity in my heart, I love you all and thank God everyday for placing you in my life and my heart. Thank you. Honestly. I’m not a “hugger” but I’m giving you all a “cyber hug” right now. A big bear one! Like this one:

I guess it can all be boiled down to this short little phrase that is inscribed on the wall at The Ribbon Box Bakery:

“God is faithful…all the time.”

Can I get an Amen?

– gypsyjess.

P.S. I rediscovered this song tonight. I forgot how much I loved Jeremy Camp. I hate to admit it but I dislike 95% of worship music. I really don’t know why. However, Jeremy Camp, I can listen to his worship album(s) all day long. This song especially. I love it. The words, the music, everything. So simple yet so profound and powerful. Enjoy a little bit o’ worship courtesy of Jeremy Camp, YouTube and Yours Truly. Oh and of course, God!