At least “self absorbed” is still true?

Yeah…not only am I terrible at blogging in any consistent manner, but now my blog is also a web of deception.  I’m no longer Jaime Mac, I’m Jaime-FER [said like a drunk, retarded person might say Jennifer]. 

Thanks to my house being done and the wedding out of the way, I also am no longer over-scheduled. But please don’t think that’s gonna free up my time for more than 1 blog posting a quarter.

But if there’s one thing you can count on with me – it will always be self absorption.  I’m pretty much the neatest person I know.

This wasn’t that funny, so I put this funny picture. LAUGH MONKEY.

I look like Hugh Hefner. Neat.

Showers – You’re doing it wrong.

Showers of any kind are awkward and boring. Well, except for the kind where you clean yourself. If *those* are awkward and boring for you, then you’re doing it wrong. Just sayin’.

No, this post has to do with baby showers and wedding showers. Don’t run boys! This post will give you some serious insight into girl-world. (I’m probably lying)

I guess back in the day there may have been more of a point to these *stick-a-lavender-scented-candle-in-my-eye-to-get-out-of-sitting-through-another-four-hours-of-present-opening* events. But let’s face it, people get married later and have two-income households. No one needs 187 gifts in one day.

I dread my own wedding shower. Not because I don’t want party with friends and family, but because I know how much I dread these things. When did I become the inflicter of this pain - on my loved ones no less?

But what about those who are always the guest, and never the inflicter of pain? Don’t THEY have a right to impose this pain on their loved ones?

SO NOW IT'S YOUR TURN. Go register for all that crap you have always wanted and throw yourself an un-shower. A shower for just being you. A shower for being a strong, single, wonderful woman.

Why not? I promise to attend and celebrate where YOU are in YOUR life.

And hell, I’ll even bring a gift. I’ve been wondering what to do with this creepy porcelain basket that could serve no other purpose than to hold stale, *chewy* hard candy. ;)


PS: This is dedicated to my bestie bird for being an inspiration to me in more ways than I could ever list.