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 brother, sister-in-law and niece came to visit this weekend. To celebrate my brother and sister-in-law’s birthdays we went to Mongolian BBQ. During dinner Little Monkey stated she had an announcement to make. Her big announcement was…

“I’m going to be a big sister!”

Which means, I am an aunt again! I’m really excited though it’s a little bittersweet since I won’t be as close to this baby as I was/am with Little Monkey. However, I am still ecstatic! Yay for babies!

Mongolian BBQ has now become our Pregnancy Announcement Restaurant apparently since in August of 2007, while celebrating my 23rd birthday, it was announced that my sister-in-law was pregnant with Little Monkey.

So from now on, anytime someone suggests going to Mongolian BBQ we are all going to expect a pregnancy announcement.

I’m kind of hoping for a boy. Though I’ll be happy either way. Obviously. I can’t wait to see what he/she will look like!

Here’s Little Monkey shortly after birth.

I can’t believe how fast the past 3 1/2 years has gone.

– gypsyjess.


“Do You Realize – that you have the most beautiful face?”

Do you realize — You’re my life, my world? That I love you more than anyone else? That you taught me the true meaning of “unconditional love”? That I can’t imagine my life without you? That you make me want to be a better person?

Do you realize?

– 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.


I worked in a nursing home for a few months last year. During my short stint there, I saw a lot of loneliness, ill-treatment, pain [emotional and physical], neglect and sadness. After I quit I made a promise to my parents that I would take out a third mortgage on my house before I let them live in a place like that.
I love them too much to allow them to endure that kind of suffering.
While browsing through, I came across this entry. Well said.
Dear awful children,

Please don’t ditch your mother or father in this nursing home and then never call, write, or visit. I give them their medications, change their soiled incontinence products and clean their bodies, cook their meals, feed them, clean their “home,” and come in on my days off to spend time with them because they are unbearably lonely… but my presence is no substitute for yours.
Sincerely, It kills me to see them cry.

– gypsyjess.