Jessica Moe

Oh my gosh, I am so tired.

I knew that going back to work was going to be tough considering I am not used to waking up so early. For those of you who know me, you know I am not a morning person whatsoever–nor am I a coffee drinker….So, without the support of caffeine I have attempted to meet my 6:30 wake up call with the best of attitudes. Not an easy task.

I have taken to doing a 12 minute yoga routine in the morning and then trying to get a healthy meal in before I get off to work.  The shower helps a bit, but not much.

Once I get to work, with a brisk walk under my belt (from the car to the office), I am usually ready to go.  That being said, I work in the center of an office building and so my desk has no windows to speak of. There is something to consider for the future. An office with a view.  Anyways, my body slowly starts the decline to nappy time and but 4:30, when it is time to go home, I am like a walking zombie.

Oh well, it is only the first week…and I am finding ways to cope as best I can.  Today I took a nice relaxing bath when I got home which actually served to wake me up a bit.  I am going to get to bed by 10:30 no matter what ANYONE says. Issa keeps begging me to stay up and watch the olympics.

I know this post probably makes ZERO sense but when I look back on this I will remember how very tired I am.  Man alive.

Ok, so this isn’t a post about boogers. This isn’t about some strange animal fact or anything…it is about this woman who I can barely believe I am writing about, about someone who has already gotten way too much media attention and frankly doesn’t deserve one more lick of webspace and yet–here I am–giving her that undeserved mention.

Why?

Well, I consider myself a member of the American public. As a member of the American public I feel as though I simply cannot stand idly by without expressing my out and out disgust with this individual of vile character.  I am talking about: Reille Hunter.

If you don’t yet know who she is, this is the ghastly woman that John Edwards has admitted to having an affair with.  (And who has likely given birth to his baby, despite the fact that he denies being the father–I mean, she’s getting $15,000.00 a month from his lawyer? Come ON!)

Anyways, I was perusing the news this morning when I saw that someone has dug up an interview with her from back in 2006 where she expresses her distaste for Elizabeth Edwards, stating that she, “does not give off good energy”.  Then, when Reille was fired weeks later from her $114,000.00 position with the Edwards campaign she called the same reporter to tell him that she blamed Elizabeth for the loss of her job, “Someday, the truth about her is going to come out.”

Oh really, Reille? And what truth would that be?

The plain and ugly truth, Ms. Hunter, is that the truth did come out (well, part of it, anyways…) and it is not about HER it’s about you.  I would venture to guess that you are the one with bad energy (you get back what you put out there). You picture alone gives off bad energy (yikes!).  Any woman with a husband and family can spot someone like you from a hundred miles away.  She probably couldn’t look you in the eye because she knew what you were up to, and she probably WAS responsible for your firing because her husband clearly couldn’t show enough dignity to get rid of you himself. 

How could he with you stroking his ego is such an overblown and ridiculous way?? “Transformational leader” and “the power to change the world”? <<gag>> Come OFF IT! Honestly!? The guy that Rush Limbaugh refers to as “The Breck Girl”? (and deservedly so)…he admittedly became “self-focused” in such a way that he believed he could do whatever he wanted.  No man who becomes so full of power that he begins to take for himself without caring for the impact of his behavior on others can ever become a leader that will go down in history…at least not one listed among the greats, perhaps someone listed among the not so greats.

But this isn’t about him, this is about Reille…This is about a woman who decided that she was going to take something because she wanted it. She didn’t have any right to incinuate herself into someone else’s life or marriage and she should be hiding in shame and self-disgust not splattered across headlines with her pseudospiritual bullhockey.  She is not an enlightened or spritually functional individual…she is a selfish and self-important, self-involved person who seeks to destroy that which she cannot have for herself…stability.

I utterly and sincerely pray for that poor child–a child that will undoubtedly be used as a pawn in her games of manipulation…of course she won’t submit the child for a DNA test. Not when John Edwards is more likely than not telling her to say “no” while he says “yes”….he is, of course, footing the bill.

Yuck.

So, as the season comes to a close…I have two things to say–

THIS WAS THE BEST SEASON EVER!!!

and

WHAT WAS WARDROBE THINKING PUTTING COURTNEY IN THAT GOD AWFUL LEOTARD!?

Anyways, I want to leave you with the following.  This is a combination of Issa’s impressions of Courtney laughing as well as Issa’s expression of grief over losing his favorite show:

So, Issa and I spent a great deal of time talking about how we might be able to spend weekends and time off together in a manner that suited both his desire for couch-potatohood and my desire to get out and soak up the sun.  We both agreed that between work and family obligations, this summer has been insanely busy and that there was some much needed “downtime” coming our way.  So, on Friday we went out to dinner and a movie as per our tradition and we turned in early because we both knew the weekend was going to be full.  Saturday morning we woke up earlyish, and because we had a convention to go to for Issa’s mother, I decided that some personal maintenance was in order.

Well, not *just* because of the convention, but it was perfect timing.  So, Issa made an appointment to redeem his gift certificate for a very expensive men’s haircut ($55.00 worth!) and I called my favorite guy–Mark (<3) at Tony & Guy in the Irvine Spectrum…and we set off to grab some bagels and get sexy.  Anyways, Issa has never had a haircut that cost more than $20.00, I would say–procedures like straightening, yes…but haircut, no…and I have to say that this is one of the better looks for him.  It is clear that she took into account his entire head and not just his hair which is so often the case when it comes to a men’s cut.  Ever notice that?  Women (usually) will go in and relate the length of their hair to their face: “Please don’t cut it above the chin.”, “I would like the shortest layer to align with my cheekbone.”…for men, they are just a head with hair on it and it should all be cut down to one length with varying accoutrements like “fringe” for the bangs and clipped down sideburns…but very little attention is paid to the temples which may need a bit more length to balance out the entire look…or the back which should be ever so slightly thinned but perhaps not “shortened”…

In any case, it was my turn.  Now, I will tell you that the revelation that I needed a haircut came two days before.  I was on my way out the door to meet Issa and some people from work for dinner and I realized that there was little to nothing that could be done to tame the rat’s nest that my hair had become thanks to about an inch and a half of nasty split ends and damage.  It was like crunchy–eew, yuck!  I thought, “You know, this whole long hair thing just isn’t for me–I’m going to shave it!” So, I go to the appointment and I sit down in the chair and right away, with the cape around me I think to myself that it really wasn’t as bad as I thought and thanks to Mark who really keeps me in line when I think I want to chop off the locks, he told me that my problem could be solved with minimal effort and so I let him at it.  Now, let me tell you, Mark is a true artist in my opinion.  He is able to look at my hair and see exactly what needs to  be done to give it a style. I don’t give him much guidance, if any…the most I will do is tell him where my problems are and he sets out to solve them… 

 He is a bit of a naturalist, allowing hair to flow naturally and freely and I love that about him because my hair is not exactly thrilled when it comes to someone telling it what to do especially when it doesn’t want to…so he kind of “asks” it where it wants to go, and it answers and he cuts accordingly…and the result is A-MA-ZING. 

So, Issa and I left for home both freshly shorn and ready for the convention.  We had a great time, let me tell you.  We were so fortunate to be able to spend most of the night with his 2nd cousins once removed or something like that…lol–that’s the Anglo way of saying it, the Arabs just call them “cousin”…kind of like on “Perfect Strangers”.  We danced a bit and turned in relatively early compared to the rest of the attendees–we had to because on SUNDAY, we committed to going to the beach with Issa’s dad to go surfing.

So, bright and early we got up and drove down to Oceanside to meet with Gary and I took my book (”Belong to Me” by Marisa de los Santos) and took full advantage of the opportunity to hang on the beach and read.  They were out for a good two hours and I laid on the beach with my book reading away.  We left the beach just in time, the sun was starting to heat up and people were crowding up the sand…grabbed a quick lunch and headed home.

When we got home, I convinced Issa that it was the perfect kind of day for a nap. It was hot, and we had been so busy the week before…so, two hours of napping later (yes, you get even the most boring details laid out for public consumption) and we awoke ready for what was to be the event of the month–THE INTRODUCTION of our WII!!! 

Even though we had gotten the Wii for our anniversary on the 23rd, we didn’t have time to set it up or play it until yesterday.  I was a bit concerned that I wasn’t going to be able to get the hang of it very quickly but it is amazing how intuitive the sports package is.  We must have played for about 4 hours total in the afternoon and evening (with some breaks for pizza and frozen yogurt)…As usual, Issa beat me in pretty much everything…pretty MUCH everything but NOT bowling.  I kicked his buttski! There was only one physical injury that resulted from our Wii playing and that was when I SMACKED myself in the face with the Wii Remote after Ally jumped on me thinking that I was holding a ball and attempting to throw it for her–that sucker came out of my hand and swung around hitting me like a nunchuck (not a Wii nunchuck, a REAL nunchuck…) No blood or serious bruises, though….just a lot of pain…THANK GOD for the jacket on that sucker…MAN it could have been bad. 

All in all, I am happy to report it was an excellent weekend and we look forward to creating OTHER weekends like it in the near future.