This week in…: Inaugural edition

When I was a kid, I spent many, many days and nights watching Mets games. One of the features of the pre or post game spots was something called This Week in Baseball (TWib). It featured game highlights and interviews with players and other stuff I can’t remember but it was a great way to get a comprehensive summary of all the stuff that happened during the week. Kind of like Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, only less funny and totally about baseball. 

Because I like the idea, I’m declaring Fridays “This Week in Jana’s Life”. I had originally thought I’d call it “This Week in Jana” but that sounds kind of gross and leads to unwarranted, mostly pornographic search terms and I’m not really up for that because people are pretty fucking sick and disgusting so I changed it. That’s the power I have.


On my blog.

You can be jealous.

It’s okay.

What we’re going to do on Fridays going forward, or until I get bored with it and move on to something else, is recap what I’ve been doing, watching, thinking, reading, and other verbs ending in “-ing” during the week. Sort of like the old format of Friday Favorites but also kind of different. 

Hope you like it.

this week

This week in being an adult…I finally scheduled a haircut appointment that’s 3 months overdue and to quote my friend Mindy, my hair is so long I look like I belong on a compound (just to clarify, it’s not Kaling. Although I wish we were friends. No, this Mindy, who also, oddly enough, lives in Boston, is a friend of mine from WAY, WAY back when hair bands were popular, Will Smith was the Fresh Prince, and we all wore flannel). I also wrote a whole bunch of appointments in my calendar and on our family calendar, started getting my tax stuff together, and worked out my arrangements for the yearly conference I go to (it’s in Charlotte, NC this year. I’ve never been and I’m excited).

This week in reading…I’ve read 4 books this week which I think might be a new record for me but I also haven’t been sleeping much and reading is better than staring at the wall, listening to my husband snore, plotting his demise because he can sleep comfortably and soundly and easily and I can’t and he must suffer like I suffer. I’m currently reading The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace. You guys. Wow. I can’t wait to review this book for you next month. 

This week in cooking…I’m having a love affair with my crockpot. Mostly fueled by my own laziness and a small budget, I use my crockpot no less than 4 times per week and at this point, I get ragey if I have to cook a meal using the oven or stove. If you have a favorite crockpot recipe, please feel free to share because I love trying new ones.

This week in listening…The best $10 I spend all month is on my Spotify subscription. While I enjoy making my own playlists and saving all the albums, I’m starting to branch out and listen to the ones that Spotify makes (or other users make and Spotify promotes them. I’m not sure how that all works). This week, I’ve been enjoying Rock the 2000s and Diner Jukebox (for my 50s obsession). Eclectic taste FTW!!!

This week in binge watching…The husband and I are still working our way through Rescue Me but I can’t watch it during the day when he’s not home so I’ve started rewatching all the seasons of SouthLAnd. It’s not on Amazon or Netflix (which is complete bullshit) so I’ve been getting the DVDs from the library. Homicide: Life on the Street was the gateway into my obsession with violent, gritty shows but SouthLAnd solidified it. I’ll have a rundown of my favorites in this genre in the next week or so because I know you’re all curious.

This week in people hating…I don’t know what the hell is going on lately but it seems like every asshole under the sun is coming out of the woodwork. There’s one woman in particular I’m thinking of who I know in real life but wish I didn’t and holy hell, do I despise her and she’s the kind of person who makes you wish it was legal to, just once, punch someone in the face with absolutely no recourse. Also on my list, the people who made Steph’s life a frozen hell and anyone in Congress who didn’t stand up when Obama mentioned equal pay for women. 

This week in blogging…This is me, apologizing for being a terrible blogger friend. I’ve been shitty about commenting and sharing, I’ve been shitty about responding to comments you all are kind enough to leave, and I’ve been shitty about all the other things I know I need to be doing. I’m hoping to get my act together next week, when I’ve finally had a chance to work though some of the personal issues I have going on.

This week in laughing…Or pinning, because that’s usually where I find most of the random stuff that makes me laugh. 



Have a great weekend, y’all! See you Monday!

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Linking up with Amanda for the first time in forever

Friday Favorites

The one in which I’m way too cranky

I don’t know if it’s the weather, my depression, the fact that I can’t get enough sleep or something else that’s been causing my crabby mood lately but for the last few weeks, everyone and everything has been getting on my nerves. 

Here’s a sample:

The cell phone service in my house. It sucks a fat one. I have to get a landline now because #paranoid. I’m so afraid something is going to happen to me or the child and no one will be able to get in touch with me that I have to add this unnecessary service to my life. So now, when anyone asks you if you know anyone who still has a landline you can say you do because Verizon Wireless can’t get its shit together and work properly where I live.

Doctors. I’ve been going to a doctor to deal with some lady problems and this one ordered a test to check my Vitamin D level. It’s low. Really low. So low I’m on a prescription to bring it up to something even remotely reasonable. I’m livid that, after years of telling my primary doctor about some problems, she never bothered to order this test and if she had, I might not have some of the issues I do. I want to bring the test results into her office, wave them in her face and impolitely scream, “I told you something was wrong, bitch!”

My daughter’s cheer coach. Good grief, this woman causes more drama than an episode of Chicago Fire if the cast of Mean Girls showed up. I cringe whenever I see her and if her emails didn’t contain drips of important information, I’d delete them and pretend I never saw them. She has no business being around little kids like, at all, ever, and I cannot wait until March when this season is over. 

The guy from the insurance company who showed up unannounced to take pictures of my house with no authorization from either me or my husband. Dude, you just don’t do that. And telling me the dog is cute does not make up for the fact that you are basically a creeper.

TV. Why are all the good shows ending this year? I don’t have the patience to scope out new shows for the ones that don’t suck and then commit. 

People who don’t text or email back but post on social media. There should be a special prison for them.

Writer’s block. Specifically with blog posts. I have dozens of ideas, with many of them outlined, but when I sit down to write, they turn to shit. That’s how this post happened. It started as a rant on the pressure moms (and women, but specifically moms) have to be hot and perfect and then it started to make no sense. Maybe we’ll try again for Friday.

My dog. He needs to stop eating my child’s toys. Also my child needs to do a better job of picking up her toys so said dog does not eat them. It’s a vicious cycle.

The announcement that NKOTB will be on tour with TLC and Nelly. I don’t understand this pairing. My brain doesn’t know which of my past age groups should be excited. The middle schooler? The high schooler? The college student? #waytooconfused Oh, and it’s in the round. Because of course it is.

Anyone who puts me in a FB group that sells a product and doesn’t ask my permission first. Let me be clear: you’re all my enemies now.


What are you guys cranky about?

Linking up with Melissa for Humpday Confessions:

Making Melissa

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I’m Having a Me Party: 8 activities to do alone

Sing it, Piggy and Amy!

As I get older, and as I get crankier and possibly more introverted, I’ve become a lot less tolerant of other people. I find it frustrating to make plans only to have them canceled last minute or worse, stood up, and it’s gotten quite annoying to sit in my house more than I care to because people are assholes. So I’ve been practicing doing things by myself and you know what?


It’s nice to just pick up and go and do what I want and not give a shit about other people’s feelings or agendas or even have to listen to their petty problems or complaints. Don’t get me wrong. I still enjoy socializing with friends and going on dates with my husband and planning family activities but sometimes, when I want to do stuff, I’m okay going at it alone. 

There are still some things, like going to bars or walking on a dark, empty city street or meet anyone from Craigslist to buy anything, that I will not do alone mostly because I am paranoid and fear that I’ll, you know, be murdered, but the more I force myself to do it, the more I’m learning to do certain activities alone. Activities like:

  1. Shopping. Sure, I like to bring a fashion conscious friend along when I do some actual shopping, mainly for necessity, but for regular things like books or yoga pants or shoes, it’s easier to go alone. I get to take my sweet time, look at everything and anything I want, without worrying if I’m boring my companion.
  2. Manicures and pedicures. On the rare occasions I treat myself to one or both of these, I find it much more relaxing to do it by myself. No small talk, just pampering and eavesdropping on the other customers who have not been so smart as to go solo. Or those who have and talk loudly on their cell phones. They’re asking for it. #sorrynotsorry
  3. Traveling. Specifically, long car rides. I do some of my best thinking when I’m driving (and by “thinking” I really mean “sing like a rock star very loudly and off-key”) and having others in the car really impedes my ability to do that. 
  4. Attend conferences. My husband does not understand blogging and having him along at a blog conference would ruin my ability to enjoy myself and catch up with friends I only see once a year.  
  5. Go to the movies. It is nice to go on movie dates with my husband. However, we have completely different tastes in movies and sometimes, I want to see something that he’d rather not. So I go alone. And it is glorious. Particularly in the middle of the day, during the week. I highly recommend it.
  6. Go to the bathroom. Remember when you had to bring a friend with you because that was perfect gossip time? Well, I suppose that still applies in some circumstances but after the last 8 years of peeing with an audience, I relish in the chance to do my business without an extra set of eyes.
  7. Eat in restaurants. This used to scare the shit out of me. Then I did it a couple of times and now, it’s totally fine. Especially when I bring a book. Because not only do I look completely unobtrusive, but the book scares of anyone who might talk to me and I can be nosy without looking like I’m being nosy. It’s basically a perfect situation.
  8. Exercise. When I was in my Zumba obsessed phase, I learned to go to classes by myself because a) I didn’t know anyone at the gym and b) the people I did know outside of the gym wouldn’t go to the classes with me. But I wanted to go so I went anyway. And I survived and now, I actually enjoy working out by myself. Like driving alone, it gives me a chance to clear my head.

Having some alone time is great. It not only clears your head but it makes you appreciate the time you spend with others that much more because, now that you know you can be by yourself, it’s a choice to give that time to your family and friends.
It took me a long time to be okay with doing this stuff. Mainly because I suffer from low self-esteem and feared people would judge me or look at me funny but you know what I learned? No one actually gives a shit. No one is looking at me. No one is judging me. They’re there, wherever it is, for themselves. They’re not worried about me. And if you’re like I used to be, afraid to do things alone, don’t be. Just try it once. Start small and work your way up. 

Trust me. You’ll learn to love it. 

Especially if you have kids. 

Then it’s like a vacation. 

And it’s better than hiding in the bathroom faking a bout of diarrhea. 

Not that I’ve ever done that.

How about you guys? Are there any activities you prefer to do alone or you’ve learned to enjoy doing alone?

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4 ways to use your smartphone for self-improvement

Some time last year, I posted a link to an article that talked about having a decluttered iPhone (I can’t find the link now. I’ll share it on Facebook when I do). I fell in love with that idea and when I got my new phone a few months ago, I decided to take the challenge. I realized that my phone was starting to take over my life 

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Pillow talk

Romance novels and movies have perpetuated this stereotype that at night, couple lay awake, talking to each other about their hopes, dreams, likes, and all the other saccharine sweet stuff that makes you feel like you’ll never connect with someone on that deep of a level. 

Let me clear something up. 

It’s all bullshit. 

And that is why I bring you another installment of Shit My Husband Says: Pillow Talk edition. 


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