My Life Be Like Oooooh Aaaaaaahhhh

Well, I've got some catching up to do! I'll start off with a story about the weather. On my iphone I have the weather channel application. Its great, just one tap and I get oodles of info about the weather in any city of my choice. Not only does this app give you the actual temperature, but also what temperature it "feels like." I want to know who gets the job of a "feels like" specialist. Do they not trust what the actual temperature is? Who are they to decide what it "feels like?" I know that it's not just someone going outside and pulling some number out of thin air, its much more scientific....but still, it doesn't make sense to me. My husband is bigger than me and is always warm, whereas I'm always cold. The temperature is going to "feel" different for both of us, making the "feels like" info a bit unnecessary.



It's like when a week is feeling particularly long and a Tuesday might "feel like" it should bea Friday. It doesn't mean it "feels" that way for everyone, right? So why the need for such information. There isn't. Plain and simple. Why confuse people? Really.

While recovering from my tonsillectomy, my voice was very off. In fact, it sounded as if I couldn't hear myself....in other words it sounded as if I were deaf. This is a bit of a hindrance when you factor in that I was receiving phone calls from possible employers. Thank goodness a family member or my fiance was there most of the time to answer the calls for me.....but of course, the most important phone call came when I was home alone. There was nothing I could do but answer. After saying hello there was a pause on the other end, then a puzzled the woman asked for me. I told her it was me and that I sounded funny because I just had my tonsils out. Man, was she relieved. I mean, just imagine ..... you dial a number and the person who answers sounds as if they were deaf....Really? Why is a deaf person answering the phone?! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh and I got the job!! SPED at Northridge High School baby!! I'm a teacher....WEIRD!!

Under normal circumstances, there is no way anyone would catch me watching any of the television programs featuring the state of New Jersey. But getting your tonsils out and having hours and hours, days and days of nothing better to do....I was destined to be a Jersey Junkie. Now this doesn't mean I watch every Jersey show, no- only "Jerseylicious" and the "Jersey Shore"- I love Snookie. I still have my priorities and shun "The Real Housewives of New Jersey" and "Jersey Couture"- those are just not the real Jersey, I'm sorry!
Jersey Shore= TRAINWRECK No matter how hard you try, you can't help but watch it!! Whether it's Snookie.....just bein Snookie or it's Mike "The Situation" showing his abs for the millionth time... it's what I like to call "good comedy."
Jerseylicious= Girl fights what do you get when you mix a bald man who cuts hair; a crazy make-up lady, a mother-daughter managing team; a marriage/baby hungry hair stylist; a free spirit, jungle print loving make-up artist, and a BEEEEYOTCH hair stylist who hates the free spirit...even though they're the exact same person....except Beeeeeyotch has a good 60 lbs on the free spirit......The answer, my friends, is THE GATSBY SALON in Central Jersey. I would also accept, Robyn's guilty pleasure. It is true. I love Anthony and that shiny head of his. I sorta like Alexa with her crazy "glam fairy" antics and her countless "celebrity" stories. I love Gayle and Christy. Gayle is a fiery red-head who is about to become a grandmother, all thanks to Christy. I love GiGi and the fact that she puts up with her crazy boyfriend because she wants to be married and have lots and lots of babies. I LOVE OLIVIA!! Despite her nails, leopard/zebra print clothing, and overly tanned skin. She is hilarious and such a sweetheart....Now, I don't love Tracy....the Beeeeeyootch. She should be cut. I'm just saying, it's something that everyone wants to happen to her.
New Jersey has a whole culture of it's own, one I would love to explore. Thank goodness I had these shows to help me throughout my recovery...if not I would either be writing about cartoons or talk shows....barf.

Hi, my name is Robyn Lynne Jeppson. I am 22 years old. I'm not a ma'am. Thank you 15 yr old boy sitting next to me for calling me ma'am while squeezing by to use the rest room. I'm not old enough to be a ma'am. Boo.