Ahhhh!

Hi Everyone, 

Yours truly wrote a blog post over at Fit Blogger and it is up and ready for you to read. 

I honestly never thought I'd write about finding motivation to go to the gym but I have and I'm not mad about it. 

http://fitblogger.ca/couch​-to-5k-motivation/

Check it out! 

Kloveyouallbyeeeeeee

(Sorry I'm overly excited.)

Oh Jones...

There is a reason my blog is titled,
"Oh Jones..."
There a lot of things I do that aren't that "smart" or have luck that just runs out which leads to a series of unfortunate events.

Things that make my friends and family groan and say,
"Oh Jones..."

Examples:

 I say certain words incorrectly,
like ambulance (I say ambuLANCE)
and theater (I say theATE-ER)

I pick things up with my toes instead of bending over.
Because bending over makes me tired.

Occasionally I think it's funny to draw funny things on people's faces in pictures.

Need a closer look?

I thought this was funny. 

I giggled to myself. 

Then forgot I did it. 

Later Ashley was collecting her notes for her next meeting...these pictures being apart of said notes. 

She asked everyone, 

"Hey...who drew a mustache & goatee on this kid? I gotta take these event pictures to a meeting." 

My b. 

After I confessed I was given the classic "Mom" look.

I was also informed I could not draw on anything that wasn't on my desk. 

They run a tight ship.

 Sometimes my luck runs out and my days are full of tons of "Oh Jones" type moments.
These past few days I've had quite a few of those moments.

Let's start with Monday.
It was a breezy day in Philly.
I wore a dress.
While walking back to the office from lunch a rather large gust of wind came and blew said dress up.
Every hobo, taxi cab driver, and construction worker saw my underwear.
Let me tell you something friends, it did not look like this:

Fairly mortifying.
Luckily I was wearing bright purple Hanes.
So you're welcome Philadelphia.

Then today...ugh today.

It started off great. I got to go to BJ's Warehouse with my two bosses to buy supplies for Orientation Leader training.

There's nothing I love more than buying things in bulk.
I need 48 cereal bars.
I NEED them.

My first clue that things were about to go awry should have been when there weren't any free samples.
I took that as an invitation to just start breaking things open and trying them myself.
I make my own rules.

Then as I was walking to check out I felt myself falling.
And before you knew it I was on the ground.
I can best describe what it looked like by referring to the scene in "Elf" when Buddy is attempting to get on the elevator:

I landed on my knee so hard.

I bruise like a peach. 

This fall was caused by a huge sudsy puddle that accumulated on the ground. 

Where did this puddle come from?

The man that felt it was necessary to zamboni the cement floor. 

Because when I'm shopping at a place called BJ's Warehouse, I want the concrete to sparkle. 

I was convinced that the day could only go up from there. 

Mainly because I would taking place in "Hoagiefest" at Wawa. 

Anything with Hoagie and fest in the same word has to be good. 

It was. 

You know what wasn't?

Sitting in gum:

Peeling your own gum off of something is gross. 

Peeling gum that has been in an unknown person's potentially trampy grill is vom inducing. 

We went to the gym and I weeped silently as I ran on the treadmill. 

Then when we came home the shower nozzle came off in Robinson's hand sooooo we can't shower. 

If I have dreads in my next post you know the situation has gotten serious. 

It has truly been "one of those days..."
Have you had one of those days lately?
Tell me about them.
Then we can virtually hold hands and commiserate.
Too much? 

I didn't want my first vlog to happen this way....but here it is...

Once upon a time 3 friends went to a Phillies game.

They were excited to be there!

They ate Philly's famous Chickies & Pete Crab Fries.

If the narrator of this story could have marry a bucket of fries it would have happened

June 9th 2011.

They were taking adorable pictures

While taking a "family photo" a friendly man from London who Jones named Ringo, jumped in.... 

And Jones and Ringo became best friends

After deciding to take the journey up to their seats the 3 friends realized the sky was looking a little ominous.

Which was weird because it was sunny about .3 seconds before hand.

Things started to escalate quickly...

Men with a tarp began to cover the field 

Then the tarp was blown off by the terrifying wind

The three friends moved to the top of the stadium as  to not get hit by the rain...

Then what can only be described as a mini rapture began to happen. 

Rain came down sideways hitting the 3 friends as the wind pushed them up against the top tier fence. 

A man began to shield his children and tell them they were going to be OK. 

Jones looked at Taylor and yelled out, 

"THIS IS HOW WE DIE."

That was probably not helpful to the man consoling the children, but whatever.

Jesus also seemed to make appearance as the three friends were sure that they were heading towards the light. 

Seen in the picture below.

An older man who was a ticket usher yelled out,

"I THINK YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT MOVING OUT OF THE RAIN!"

To which Jones replied,

"Really?!" 

After the three friends realized the only way out was to brave the flooded stairs they finally made it to shelter. 

Which proved to be mass chaos.

Finally they felt safe enough to leave the park and walk to the public transportation.

The End. 

Ok not really the end. 

On the real last night was probably one of the weirdest/scariest/funniest nights of my life. 

A friendly piece of advice: When caught in a storm do not move towards it. 

In our case we literally moved closer to the sky. 

I could have literally high fived Jesus. 

Taylor and I were terrified.

We clung together as the 58 mph wind whipped around us. 

Meanwhile Robinson was having the time of her life. 

She was laughing and I quote "feeling exhilirated." 

She literally looked she was at a water park.

Meanwhile me and Taylor are holding hands clinging together like Jack and Rose from "Titanic" 

She was KING OF THE WORLD! 

Taylor and I were saying we'd never let go. 

After it stopped raining we left the park and I thought it would be a great idea to capture the terrifying experience we had all been thru.

I would like to apologize for the following:

1. My appearance. I look like a drowned raccoon.

2. For the high pitch of my voice.

3. For this being the first time you have ever seen me in motion.

4. For saying that "all of this was looking pretty hot..." and then saying I would edit that part out. I don't know how to edit.

To say the least the ride home was uncomfortable:

It was kind of a bummer leaving after the 3rd inning.
However sitting in wet denim would have been even more of a bummer.
The Phillies ended up losing in extra innings.
So that was sad but I vow to go back.
I will build an arc first and make sure I have it parked outside just in case.
No but seriously.

The End.
(For real this time.)

Why do I feel like such a country mouse?

Greetings from Philly! 

I've been here for about a week and a half now and so far I have not been killed and have managed my way around the city pretty well. 

I gotta say I feel a little bit like a country bumpkin.
I've grown up right outside DC my whole life.
However living in suburbia is definitely not the same as living IN a city.
I've started reading maps.
It turns out that is something I'm good at.
I'm thinking about putting it on my resume.


For those of you who don't know why I'm in Philly
(or as I like to call it Fillet...it's classier)
do let me fill you in:
 I'm working for New Student Orientation at Drexel University.
I worked Orientation for 2 years at Longwood University with our fearless leader Sarah Whitley and it was probably one of my favorite college experiences.

Now that you know why I'm here let me fill you in on adventures thus far.
First I shall show you my living arrangements:
I live in a residence hall on campus with these two fools
Taylor & Ashley.

They are fairly fantastic.
We've been together for 2 weeks and we are basically an old married couple of 3.

For awhile I had a bunk bed.
I called it my tree house.

I don't know if you've ever heard of puppy steps.

They are steps to make climbing onto furniture easier for dogs.
Pretty self-explanatory I guess.
Anyway I made myself a set of those in order to make it easier for me to climb on furniture as well.
The process was as follows:

1. Step on chair
2. Step up onto dresser
3. Throw self on bed and pray to the bunk bed God that I didn't rocket back off the bed and fall to my death.
(Death may be extreme...I probably would just have fallen on my collarbone.)

Before I made the voyage to slumber I would load myself up with stuff that I needed like a pack mule.
I would bring my book, cell phone, and ipod.
The worst was when I forgot one of my essentials and had to climb all the way back down.
Luckily two burly men came and took it down so now I just try to muster up some upper body strength to get into my slightly raised bed.

These are truly what I like to call "White Girl Problems" but whatever.

Let me take you on a mini tour of palatial estate.

First, we live on the 3th floor:

Not the 3rd so don't get it twisted.

Here is our litchen (living room and kitchen as it is called by Robinson)

Here is the rest of our living room and evidence of our nightly activities.
I told Robinson I was taking this picture for my blog and she clearly reacted with such delight.

I would show you our bathroom but it has one flickering light and it wouldn't have been so appealing to the eye.
We call it the crack house because of the lighting.
It's a cozy little place and for a married trio of interns we like it just fine.
We also got that TV for free.
We like to call that a win.

We've taken in quite a bit of the city.
We saw the Liberty Bell.

We see B. Frank everywhere

 This picture was actually taken at a family restaurant.
At this restaurant a woman came in holding a bag with some sort of animal in it.
Upon further inspection Robinson and I realized that the animal in that bag was a cat.
She told the waitress who then told us that the woman wrangles her cat into that bag every time she leaves the house.
"Brings it with her everywhere...her husband said she doesn't leave home without it."
I love this city for the wonderful weirdos it houses.

Robinson and I also went to the LOVE statue.
While we were waiting in line to take a picture 2 overly large sweaty gentlemen informed us that there would be a photo shoot going on for a few minutes and
"Did we mind waiting?"

I saw the model in front of us and realized what kind of experience this would be so I answered for the group and let them know that they could go right ahead.
Here she is in all her glory:

The two men that were with her really had a lot of kidnapper type qualities so I was concerned that she felt comfortable posing like Kim Kardashian with them all day.

What is even more awkward about the whole "photo shoot" was that I was thinking about wearing that same outfit.
Close call friends.
Close call.

We've also made a voyage to Atlantic City to hang out on the beach.
These Jersey hotties were there.
So...I'm probably gonna hang out there every weekend.
You know to scam on these FHCs.
(Future Husband Candidates)

Fun fact about AC: they sell gems like these:

Don't worry I bought enough for everyone.

I also started running again.
Which to be quite honest is not fun at all.
However, the Rec Center at Drexel is quite the fancy pants establishment.
The treadmills have TVs attached to them!

The other day while trying not to die running I was watching an E! True Hollywood Special about the 15 Most Shocking kidnappings.
I don't know what it was but I ran a lot quicker that day.
I was no longer training for a potential 5k.
I think I was training for a potential kidnapping.
I just kept thinking
"NO ONE WILL CATCH ME!"
Now that I think about it someone could have very easily caught me at the time as I was running in place but that is neither here or there.

And yes I was on the treadmill walking when I took this picture.

Work has been great too.
I have an awkward work story as well but that will be for later.
It doesn't rival the "I effing love wings'" scene but it is still a classic
"Oh Jones..." moment.

Hope everyone is having a great week!
There is more to come from PA!

Side note: My good friend Colleen over at the "Lunchbox Diaries" does a great little discussion question at the end of her blog posts and I think that I'm going to start doing that here too! 

What's the best people watching experience you've ever had?