thebigreveal.

No he’s not gay. No we aren’t engaged. Well, not in real life anyway. In my mind…well, that’s a different story.

You, my friends, have been curious as to what Mr. Sexy Back’s back looks like. Until recently I had been concerned about how confessing to having, in my possession, one two pictures of Mr. Sexy Back’s back and how that would make me appear to those who don’t know me very well.

Would people call me a creep? A weirdo? Psychotic? Would they not think he was as sexy as I claimed thus ruining the allusion? Would they call the closest Mental Health Hospital and have me committed? Would they call channel 10 and have them do a story on me?

So many concerned thoughts spinning around in my head (I’m a realist and a “worst case scenario” thinker).

Finally one day I decided to say, “screw you all and your unfair judgements” (that day is today, by the way).

I will embrace my inner stalker and share with my faithful followers and fans of all things Mr. Sexy Back, the sexiness of The Back.

But first, a little back story (get it?) on Mr. Sexy Back.

I first met him (and by “met” I mean, “saw him”) in January of 2012. It was 9:30am on a Tuesday and I was half asleep as I sat anxiously awaiting for my first class at my new college for my new career to start. Political Science was the class. If you care. I was sitting at the back table (I always sit in the back of classrooms, I’m weird about people sitting behind me) when in strolls him. He too, looked very unexcited for this class. He paused briefly as he gazed the room for a place to sit. And, of all the empty seats in the classroom (I was the first one there…total nerd) guess where he sat? That’s right ladies (and gents), IN FRONT OF ME.

At the time I didn’t think anything of it. I mean it was winter so he had on a coat or a hoodie. But a few days later the room was unnaturally hot and stuffy. And then, he did it.

He took off his hoodie.

I’m pretty sure it was in slow motion. It was like “Magic Mike“. But for real. Because he was like right there.

He was wearing his signature thin white t-shirt and every time he moved, his muscled moved too. His back…oh his back…it was like if the Statue of David and Ryan Lochte could procreate, he would be there love-child.

I tried so hard to find a picture of his back. But I figured you wouldn't complain about his front.

I tried so hard to find a picture of his back. But I figured you wouldn’t complain about his front.

I imagine his butt looks like this as well.

I imagine his butt looks like this as well.

Seriously.

He has the broad swimmers shoulders and the small waist. Yea, you know what I’m talking about.

So that’s is the story about how I met saw Mr. Sexy Back for the first time.

Have I made you wait long enough yet? Who am I kidding, you probably scrolled through the text and gawked at his pictures for a good twenty-minutes and now you’re finally reading this. Hey, I get it. I’m a realist. No judgement here.

So, without further adieu, here is The Back.

See the muscle definition?

Seat with a view.

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We were supposed to be watching a movie. Instead I was watching this.

So, there you have it friends. The big reveal. I hope you find him just as sexy as I do. Trust me, these crappy cell phone pictures don’t do him justice.

Hope you enjoyed it!

– gypsyjess.

P.S. Mr. Sexy Back now has his very own “category” so look for more Mr. Sexy Back stories (or pictures…hehe…) in the future!

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iwanttobeasingernow.

This is my new favourite movie. I watched it four times in two days. And I could watch it again.

This scene makes me want to be a singer (especially Anna Kendricks rap scene):

She made me laugh my butt off:

This interview made me both A.) realize Anna Kendrick and I are very much alike “I’m amazing!” and B.) She’s one of my new favourite actresses. Also: I WANT TO LEARN THE CUP SONG TRICK:

– gypsyjess.

SharkWeek.

Well this explains a lot.

Well this explains a lot.

I am not an outwardly emotional person. I’m pretty level headed, rational, and straight faced. I have a very good “poker face”. However, like most normal girls out there, there are certain times when I tend to be a bit more…hmm…how do I say this…sensitive? Pathetic? Hormonal? Unexplainable? Irrational?

Let’s just say when the ASPCA commercials come on, I don’t move freakishly fast to change the channel out of hatred for the song Angel but more so out of fear I will become a big pathetic ball of snot, tears, and emotion once the images of sad puppies fills the screen.

I WANT TO PUNCH PUPPIES AND SCREAM AND CRY AND LAUGH AND EAT EVERY CARB IN SIGHT?**

That explains it quite well, yes.

**FYI: I really don’t get angry or grouchy. I really don’t want to punch puppies or scream. Cry? Yes. Eat carbs? Yes. And chocolate. And chips. And pizza. And ALLTHETHINGS.

But, like all tough German women, I will press on. I will ignore the pain that feels as though my uterus is filled with thousands of sword-wielding soldiers and instead, focus my energy on a paper about the movie Braveheart. And when I am finished, I will crawl into my warm bed, raise my arms up high, and shout “[I WANT] FREEEEDOMMMM [FROM TAMPONS AND CRAMPS AND CRAVINGS]!”

– GypsyJess.

P.S. UHM?????!!!!!

What the?

What the “expletive”?

Ahh!

I’m so sorry, dear friends, that I have not written in ages. I’ve been busy with school and trying to get good grades.

Life is good, just a bit busy at the moment. Nothing too new to report. I’m still cycling, though not as much due to the rain and cold we’ve been having lately. I need to find some cycling pants. I haven’t been reading the book but my fall break starts after classes tomorrow so I will try my best to resume reading it and updating you on it.

I hope all is well in your lives.

As a parting gift I will leave you with this video of this crazy man jumping from the stratosphere. Yikesabee!

– gypsyjess.

isplurged…

So today I splurged on myself. But it’s a splurge that I know I won’t regret (like I usually do) because I will get a lot of use out of it AND it will help me get in shape and cycle better!

*DRUM ROLL PLEASE*

I GOT CYCLING SHOES AND NEW PEDALS!

Aren’t they beautiful!

Now I just need to figure out how to put the clips in them and use them without killing myself! I’ve heard horror stories of people falling many times and with as clumsy as I am…*gulp*.

Now I feel like a “real” cyclist. Move over Bradley Wiggins!

Just kidding. I will never be as good as him! Nor would I want to. I’m not that dedicated.

In other news, my foot still hurts. Surprise. My friend thinks I may have fractured my toe. She told me to go get it x-rayed and checked out. I asked her what the doctor would do if it were fractured. She said they’d tell you to rest it and probably put it in one of those really cool looking shoes. I told her I don’t have that kind of money to get some fancy picture of my foot taken and to be told something I already know.

Doctors are overrated sometimes.

So I “promised” her I wouldn’t cycle for a few days (which is torture) and I would try and prop it up as much as possible. Thankfully, because I nanny, I am able to sit on my butt a lot. With the exception of walking to Subway for lunch, we sat around and watched movies all day.

Random fact about myself. I have not been sick, with the exception of seasonal allergies and of course my stomach issues, since January 2011.

My secret?

I don’t load myself up with drugs at the slightest cough, I don’t use hand sanitizer every time I touch something, and I let myself be exposed to some germs/illness. My immune system is super tough. I substitute teach and a lot of my subbing is done in the Special Needs rooms. Special Needs kids = snotty noses and being sneezed on. A lot. Sounds gross but even spending an entire year being on a college campus and in the classroom, I am exposed to all kinds of sicknesses. None of which I have gotten.

I’m also German. Which means I’m super tough. And I’m Australian. Which means I’m super cool.

Moving on.

I am now going to go finish my brownie, listen to some new “The Killers” music, and figure out how to put my clips on my shoes.

Enjoy the following video of my new favourite “The Killers” song:

Auf wiedersehen und gute nacht!

– gypsyjess.

stillouchbutalsoahugeannouncement!

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!

MY BEST FRIEND HAD HER BABY!

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!

 

ouch.

I fell off my bike today.

In all honesty I’m surprised it took me this long to accomplish this goal. I am quite clumsy and accident prone.

This is how it went down (do you see what I did there?):

It was getting late and the sun was starting to make it’s decent so I decided it’s now or never. So I changed into my cycling clothes, strapped on my helmet, fired up my iPod, and hit the asphalt. Two miles in to my journey I decided to turn around and go the other way. I went to turn onto a small road when I felt my bike begin to tip to one side. I wiggled my left foot out of the strap and went to brace myself on the ground. Unfortunately I forgot I had raised the saddle the day before and my feet don’t quite touch the ground as easily as before. That and I was on a slight slope. As I attempted to free my right foot my handlebars jerked to the left and down I went. My body twisted but my foot stayed in place. I felt a pop, some numbness, and then a tingling sensation throughout my big toe and top of my foot.

I may or may not have cursed under my breath. I’m only human.

So I stayed on my knees, dragged my bike off the road, and put my water bottle and iPod back in their appropriate places. I went to stand and realized I couldn’t put any weight on my foot. So I decided to try riding back. I hopped on my bike and made the slow and painful journey back home. I wasn’t able to move my foot or put any weight on it so I had to pedal with one leg. It took me about 15 minutes to make the 2 mile journey home (almost double what it usually takes me).

My foot has a heartbeat and I have to walk on the outside of my foot. It’s a very attractive way to walk. You should try it.

I’m just glad I don’t get embarrassed easily because I was at a section of road with quite a few houses on it and when I fell I landed in someone’s front lawn. Awesome Jess. Awesome.

I’ve decided that I will take tomorrow off from riding, even though I took Monday off too. I won’t be able to ride anyway because we are going to pick my grandparents up at the airport so that’s my real excuse otherwise I’d probably try and ride despite the pain.

Moving on.

I stumbled across this girls BLOG today. I have been inspired. Obviously I’m not a rower (though that would be amazing and I do have rowing in my blood since my dad rowed all throughout high school and college…perhaps I’ll buy a rowing machine one day…) but I’d love to do a charity ride on my bike. Probably not solo because I’m scared of the dark and would get quite bored and go mad. But I really want to do that. I will put it on my Bucket List. Right below “Learn all the lyrics to R.E.M.’s It’s the End of the World“. What charity I would support I have no idea. Nor do I know how the heck to even start that. Obviously begin serious training would be the first step since I am nowhere near riding 30+ miles a day, everyday, for months. My poor butt.

Another very exciting thing that happened today is my best friend went into labour this afternoon! Her water broke while she was out going for a walk! Keep her in your prayers. I haven’t gotten an update yet but I imagine she’s quite busy doing other things. Like pushing. Go Tricia, Go! I’m so happy and proud! Little Autumn Riley will be here soon! Hopefully I will be able to go to Atlanta in a few weeks to visit them!

I posted this video on her Facebook for inspiration. I’m such a good friend.

Have a fantastic evening folks!

– gypsyjess.

P.S. I am 21 visits away from 20,000! Wow! Invite your friends!

“wuggerbee.”

Today I played rugby, or “wuggerbee”/”wubbery”, as Emma calls it.

It was just a fun game. SVWRFC vs. SVWRFC Alumni’s. Alumni’s lost.

It was fun to just muck about and have fun. It made me miss playing. Except the scrum. I loathe the scrum. I feel so evil and dirty saying that. As a prop I’m supposed to love the scrum and be all “WE OWN THE SCRUM! HOORAH!” But I’m not. When I hear the phrase “scrum down” I cringe.

Today I was able to play without scrumming. Much more enjoyable.

I should stop now before all my prop friends beat me up and so instead I will post videos and pictures of the beautiful game known as Rugby.

Enjoy my friends. Enjoy.

Freakin’ Awesome Rugby Commercial.

Of course no rugby post is complete without the All Blacks Haka.

The best way to play rugby. In the mud.

Illegal stiff-arm. Ouch.

Cool shot. Funny face.

That’s a little weird.

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Here are some posters I made a few years back using pictures I took of some of my rugby girls (ignore the website).

Ya dig?

– gypsyjess.