TOOLBAG TUESDAY

Isn’t a relationship about making someone else happy? 

About seeing their face light up with joy over, say, a surprise home-cooked dinner, tickets to a concert or basically any effort at all?

And what’s happier than the happiest place on earth?

Answer: The Harry Potter theme park, also located in Orlando, Florida.

Short PSA announcement: if you’re dating a Harry Potter enthusiast, yes, they’d LOVE to go to the Harry Potter theme park, ThankYouVeryMuch. There’s a dueling dragon ride, Hogwarts castle (omg), butter beer with alcohol and wands and shit.

(For those of you making fun of this, you know if there was a Star Wars theme park you’d pee your pants, so stop.)

My friend Katie, for her part, was making her boyfriend, Andy, happy: she was going on a road trip to Florida with him to meet his mom for the first time. 

Katie and Andy both lived in Texas, but Andy grew up in Orlando. His mom worked at Disney World and she was really excited to meet Katie and give them free tickets to the Disney parks for the whole week.

Free tickets for a whole week in Disney World! A free place to stay!!

Katie was happy.

She met Andy’s mom and they got along great.

His mom brought them to Disney World the first day and she spent the whole day showing them cool things that the average visitor wouldn’t know. Katie was super impressed and took all of his mom’s advice about what parks to visit, what to ride, etc. for the rest of the week.

She said Andy was annoyingly uninterested and cranky, leaving her to pick up 100 percent of the conversation with his mom.

HEY, EEYORE, help a girl out!!

Katie said his mom was so sweet and so happy to be hosting them for a Disney vacation and they were talking on end about how much fun it all was but Andy remained a stick-in-the-mud about the trip...the trip HE suggested they go on.

Katie ignored him, because Snow White ain’t got time for that.

But really, who scowls at their girlfriend meeting-the-parents trip??? That’s best behavior time.

Especially at the happiest place on earth.

The second to last day of their week-long trip, Katie saw that the Harry Potter theme park had just opened nearby.

It wasn’t Disney, but it was a stone’s throw away and she was a massive fan.

“I’d LOVE to go to that!” she told Andy. “Maybe we can go tomorrow, on our last day here?”

Katie figured it would be a break from Disney and his mom. And they could stand to spend SOME money, since practically everything they had done was free or comped.

...Oh, and she had read every single book and watched every single movie and she was almost giddy at the possibility. Andy knew this.

“WHAT?? NO!” Andy said immediately. “No, we’re NOT going to Harry Potter theme park.”

GASP.

JAW DROP.

Katie was taken aback.

“Wait...why?” she said. “You know I love Harry Potter and we’re already in Orlando...”

“BECAUSE I HATE THEME PARKS AND I’VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH THEM!” he said, putting his hand up to his eyebrow, like a salute.

Uhhhh ...this was all new information to Katie.

“Well, it was your idea to come here-“ Katie snapped.

“I’VE PUT UP WITH ALL OF THIS ALL WEEK FOR YOU AND I’M NOT GOING TO ANYMORE!” Andy said angrily. “I’M AT THE END OF MY ROPE FOR YOU!”

Hahahahahaha

Wait...all for her???! 
Was she supposed to be grateful for having to put up with cranky-ass EEYORE all week?

What happened to Prince Charming??

“Ummm you’re also doing this for your mom, who is really excited to hang with us and be able to give us tickets-“

Andy then threw a fit.

“I DON’T CARE! I GREW UP GOING TO THESE PARKS! I DON’T WANT TO GO TO ANY MORE THEME PARKS!”

Basically, he was throwing a tantrum like he was still a toddler in Orlando.

Katie didn’t mention that uh, HELLO, the Harry Potter park JUST OPENED and NO ONE has been there before, not even him when he was growing up. 

(I say growing up loosely).

Katie tried to explain that she was there in the first place to try and make HIM happy by meeting his mom and that she would really appreciate it if he went with her.

NO NO NO! he kept repeating.

UGH.

Katie didn’t want to go alone, so she sadly threw away the Harry Potter theme park brochure, sadder than Neville Longbottom when he lost his toad.

WHAT A DICK!!

One more day of a theme park and rides that would make his girlfriend happy and that was really too hard??

What kind of creature WAS he??? (NAGINI??!?!)

The annoying part is that Andy knew that if he had said yes, Katie’s face would LIGHT UP WITH JOY. He knew that.

Did he care?

Could he suck it up?

No!!!

He turned Katie into a sad Neville Longbottom.

They broke up shortly after they returned to Texas, because who wants to go out with an angry toddler who can’t even ENJOY LIFE for a day to make his girlfriend happy?

It was a perfect example of a much bigger issue in their relationship.

So she Avada Kedavra-d his ass and left. 

And if Andy had gone to the Harry Potter theme park, he’d know exactly what that means.

-Jenny  

TOOLBAG TUESDAY

I love when an “F U” idea blows up in a person’s face.

It’s hilarious.

It's like stepping on your own flaming bag of dog poo.

SUCKKKA!!! (insert made up gang sign) THAT’S WHAT YOU GET! 

...A SHOE-FULL OF POO.

Charles, this shithead who dated my friend Ashley, thought he had a great “F U” idea for her.

They had a son together and were in a nasty custody battle over him. Despite Charles moving 500 miles away from Ashley (and New Orleans), he wanted their son full-time.

But he couldn’t find anything damning about Ashley not being fit for motherhood, so Charles came up with what he thought was a great idea. 

He mandated that Ashley take drug tests whenever he snapped his finger.

!!!!!!!!!!

That'll get her, he thought.

(Ya’ll. This actually exists.) 

“How about THAT!!?” Charles snarled when Ashley called him about it.

“You DO know this applies to YOU TOO, right?” Ashley retorted. 

“I can make YOU to take a drug test whenever I want, too.”

Charles was too busy cackling about the whole thing to listen.

The next day (obviously the next day) Charles invoked his new power and ordered Ashely to take a drug test.

“FINE,” She said.

Ashley calmly re-arranged her schedule and took time off work to go to a licensed clinic and get the test.

PASSED. 

Flying colors.

“I’M GOING TO NEED YOU TO DO ANOTHER ONE!” Charles demanded the next month.

Ashley was annoyed.

“Why?”

“BECAUSE I SAID SO!” he yelled.

Again she showed up to do the test and passed.

It was now his turn.

Ashley sent the request; he had 24 hours to comply.

But Charles decided that he wasn’t going to take a drug test, and ignored it.

...AND THEN SKIPPED TOWN.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FOR GOOD.

YA’LL!!!!!!!! 

HE'S GONE!!!!! 

ACTUALLY GONE!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HE RAN AWAY FROM THE DRUG TEST!!!!!

Hahahahaha

SUCKKA!!!!!

Yes, because of HIS great idea, 24 hours a day there are people trying to find him and serve him papers for contempt of court.

If he’s pulled over by a cop and identified, he’s going to jail.

Hahahahahahahahaha

IN YO FACE!!!

(Also: good luck getting custody of your kid when you’re a fugitive, idiot.)

Yet, right when Ashley was feeling satisfied with how this all went down, she got an email.

From Charles’ dad.

“We’re going to need you to go ahead and take another drug test,” he wrote.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

WTF!!!?

(ED. NOTE: TWO TOOLBAGS!! What father backs his fugitive son like that???)

TWO SHOE-FULLS OF POO!!!!!!!!

Ashley’s lawyer responded that she’s NOT taking another drug test until Charles takes the one she ordered for him five months ago.

Or, at the very least, until he SHOWS BACK UP IN SOCIETY.

I MEAN, WTF!?!!!!

On what planet is it OK to ask your ex to take a drug test when you refuse to do one yourself and are now hiding out from law enforcement somewhere?

GAW.

Delusion. 

Now THAT'S one hell of a drug.

-Jenny

TOOLBAG TUESDAY

Also  a toolbag: the lack of content in the Google search "Ray Rice Asshole"

Ugh. Society.

-Jenny

Kirstie Alley is a liar and other things I learned when my best friend had a baby

I would say the most surprising thing was that I was able to find things to talk about with my best friend and her husband for 11 straight hours, in the same tiny room, without alcohol.

...Oh, and the baby she birthed was cool, too.

:)

(What?? Did you think I was talking about a jail cell????)

YA’LL!!!!

My best friend had a baby!!!!!

I guess we really ARE growing up. 

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Pun intended.

When I walked into the labor and delivery hospital room on June 20, the first thing I remember was the squishy, frog-like sound, on repeat, on surround sound.

It’s very similar to the noise I used to make in elementary school (uhhhh, last week brushing my teeth) where I put water in the pockets of my cheeks and swish it back and forth really loudly, intentionally making a funny fart sound.

Squishy squishy, squishy squishy, squishy squishy

That was the baby’s heartbeat.

I squealed.

It was perfect timing that I had moved back to South Carolina right as my best friend Kristin got pregnant.  

I was there to see her belly grow for all nine months, half-thinking that the day wouldn’t ever come, that she’d just be pregnant forever in this little time warp bubble, and then BOOM.

Birth. day.

I arrived at the hospital thinking that it would be like the movies, a lot of screaming and yelling and cursing at her husband, Doug, but that was not the case at all, thanks HOLLYWOOD. YA DUMB ASSES.

Actually, Kristin’s birth made me feel a lot better about the whole “giving birth” thing.

Remember the line in Look Who’s Talking, “Why don't YOU try squeezing something the size of a watermelon out of an opening the size of a lemon and see how hot YOU look??”

Well. Kirstie Alley lied! Babies are NOT born the size of watermelons.

I mean, even now, almost two months later, baby Rhett is definitely not the size of a watermelon. Not even close.

Oh, and, FACT: The cervix expands to WELL over the size of a lemon.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know this because I read the entire “explaining your baby’s birth” packet the hospital gave her while we were waiting in the room.

“Did you know that RIGHT NOW your cervix is, like, the size of the top of a Miller High Life bottle, and it’s going to be the size of the BOTTOM OF A MASON JAR???” I asked thoughtfully, using real-world examples.

haha

WHO'S THIRSTY??

The hardest part, well, before the pushing, was passing the time.

Thankfully, the World Cup was still on and we got to watch a few games as Kristin clung to the side of the hospital bed whenever a contraction came.

“Hey look!” I offered. “That guy just took a cleat to the face! You think he’s in more pain than you right now?”

(No he wasn't)

Another thing they don’t show you in STUPID HOLLYWOOD MOVIES is how, when you are going into labor, you’re attached to every machine in the world.

An IV drip, a blood pressure monitor, a belt with sonar capabilities to hear the baby’s heartbeat.

SQISHY-SQUISHY-SQUISHY-SQUISHY

Whenever Kristin would adjust her position in bed and the sonar belt would slip down her belly and the heartbeat sound stopped, I yelped.

WHERE IS HE??? WHERE IS HE???

Eleven hours flew by, like WOAH, and then suddenly, the nurse came in and...uh...checked her MASON JAR...(you picture that) and was very nonchalant when she said, “Ok, we’re ready.”

READY??

JUST LIKE THAT?!!?!?

Yes, just like that.

It was like when I was told to jump off the high dive at the YMCA as a child. 

NOW???

LIKE, RIGHT NOW???

Kristin was going to give birth right there, in the very room we had been hanging out in the whole time.

(I think Family Guy was on at this point.)

It was shockingly all-of-a-sudden. But that’s how life goes: super-fast—everything can change in one minute.

And suddenly here came this little guy who we had waited for all damn day (well, nine months, technically, but you know what I mean...)

And he was HERE for everyone to see and he was crying and cold and confused and SO SWEET AND TINY and Kristin went from being a cute pregnant person to a mom.

A mom!

AND I BECAME AUNT JENNY!!!!

(yes, this is all about ME)

RHETT WILLIAM was the cutest, tiniest thing I had ever seen. 20 minutes old.

“Hi Rhett!” I said softly as he laid in Kristin’s arms, and I teared up because I was so unbelievably happy for their little family (FAMILY!!!) and knew their lives would now be wonderfully and forever changed.

And then I didn’t know what else to say to Rhett. 

“Welcome to the world!” I whispered, touching his little clenched fist. 

“The year is two-thousand-fourteen...Barack Obama is the president...”

Seriously, I said that. 

Then we both started crying.

Ha

It’s true that you don’t really know what you’re doing when you’re around a newborn. (Correction: I. I don't know what I'm doing around a newborn.)

In these past two months, it has become clear that since I don’t produce milk, I am a disappointment to Rhett when I show up wearing tight shirts. 

Hahahaha

But I’ve been trying to be useful in other ways. Kristin and Doug have been showing me how to soothe him when he’s crying, how to burp him (Tip: Do NOT WHACK him on the back.)

“That’s where his lungs are,” Doug informed me.

“I’M SORRY RHETT! WE’RE BOTH LEARNING ABOUT LIFE HERE!!!” is always my dramatic line. “I’m NEW at being an AUNT!”

With my nervousness of not knowing what to do with a baby and not wanting to breathe on him wrong, I never really got the big picture.

But two weeks ago, I was in a terrible mood from an obnoxious work day and came over to visit with a bottle of wine.

And as I sat there across the room, observing, I just melted when I saw Kristin soothe and rock Rhett, and I could just feel how much love she has for him—this reach-out-and-grab-it kind of love. 

I’ve never seen that before.

(Well maybe from people who are too obsessed with their dogs.)

I melted that day, making my horrible work day turn into a speck of dirt in comparison. 

My best friend, my former roommate, who I'd stay up with until the wee hours drinking and dancing, living in Spain together in college and raising hell, is now a mom. A perfect, wonderful mom.

As I sat there watching her with Rhett with a goofy grin on my face, (wine!) I would say the most wonderfully surprising thing is how beautiful and natural Kristin is, how this stage in life isn't as scary as it once was. 

And love like I have never seen before is happening every second of every day.

...Oh, and the baby she birthed was cool, too.

:)

Love you, Rhett!!

-(Aunt) Jenny

TOOLBAG TUESDAY

RULE #1: Single people don’t have rules.

#Truth.

There’s an eCard that explains this perfectly:

If there’s an eCard it MUST be true!!

You may think I’m joking but I’m not.

Go ahead! Call me at 4:45 a.m.!!! Buy me a ticket to the Bahamas, leaving in an hour!

NO RULES!!!!

So basically, you can always tell someone isn’t really single when they throw around rules for you:

No, I can NEVER hang out on weekends....

No, you can’t come visit me at my apartment. You can only visit me at my FRIEND’S apartment.

Hahahaha

Today, my friend Kelli gave me a new one.

“Don’t call me after 5 p.m.”

Ahahahahahaha

These specific instructions came from Rob, this guy she met at a bar who was in town on vacation. 

Rob, who spent the night at her place. (Whoops).

Rob and his friend had followed Kelli (SINGLE!) and her roommate (SINGLE!) home to their apartment after a night of drinking and chatting and laughing and making out.

Rob was quick to show off his super toned body (with shirtless pics on Kelli’s phone to prove it) and then jumped into her bed, naked.

Kelli told him that it's one thing to make out all over town, but she wasn’t interested in sleeping with him right away. He grudgingly passed out. 

Then Rob woke up an hour later and walked into her roommate’s room, naked, and tried to get under her covers.

After a weird NO, DUDE and an umm...you were making out with my FRIEND, creep, Rob slept on the floor.

The next day, Rob and his couch-surfing friend drove two hours back home. Kelli got a text message from him.

“Hey! Call me! But don’t call me after 5 p.m.” Rob instructed.

Hahaha

“What????”

Kelli called him at 3 p.m.

“Don’t call after 5 p.m.? What, do you have a girlfriend?” Kelli asked, half-joking.

“Well...actually...” he said. “I have a fiancée.”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

“...and we live together.”

Ahahaahahaha

I mean...DUH. 

“So I can’t talk to you anymore!” Rob said. “You can NOT contact me anymore!”

Hahaha

Rules, rules RULES!

(FYI: HE gave her HIS number.)

“Don’t worry, you definitely won’t be hearing from me again,” Kelli said.

Then she and her roommate talked shit about both of them for the rest of the hour—Rob for being a massive cheater...side note: WHY AREN’T GUYS REQUIRED TO WEAR ENGAGEMENT RINGS??!?!—and also his friend, for letting him.

(Tool by association.)

I MEAN GAW.

DON’T THEY HAVE ANY RULES???

Kelli kept her promise and hasn’t contacted Rob again. But she did keep the picture of his hot body. Which she forwarded to all her girl friends.

Because she can do whatever the F*ck she wants.

:)

-Jenny

TOOLBAG TUESDAY

My mom always told me to “try people on” when it came to dating and no, she did not mean it in a literal, gross way.

She meant it in a figurative, see-how-they fit-into-your-life kind of way.

A METAPHOR!!!

...Because maybe you THINK you have a use for a sparkly ball gown that looks really pretty hanging up, but when you try it on, it’s actually really uncomfortable and isn’t your style at all.

See?

A point!

Thanks ma.

CJ, this guy my friend Susan dated for a year, was that sparkly dress.

And thank GOD Susan found out he was actually really super uncomfortable before she BOUGHT him, because she was very close to having him hanging up in her house all the time.

Like a sparkly ball gown, CJ looked really, really good from afar. He was cute, extravagant and totally different than anyone she had ever dated before.

Susan tried him on for a few months and everything was great. 

She looked awesome, she felt good and she was really happy with her selection.

A big obstacle was that they were in a long-distance relationship. (Ugh. Never do it. EVER EVER.) She could only wear her sparkly dress every other month or so.  

Ha

But then, slowly, CJ started showing his major design flaws.

He became suffocating and clingy for no reason and at the same time started criticizing her and suddenly her cute, sparkly dress was so tight she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

And CJ wouldn’t let her take out the seam to make it fit better.

(Um..are ya’ll following this?)

“Every time I would try to talk about my feelings about being suffocated, he would get angry and say things like, "Why are you doing this to me?!" she said.

“He got mad at me for leaving him on the couch when he was passed out drunk, so I woke up in his bed alone to, "How could you do that?? You don't want to sleep next to me?!" Susan recalls.

Ugh. Dress drama.

Susan said it suddenly got to the point where she was walking on eggshells around CJ and the sparkly dress kept getting tighter and tighter and one day ON VACATION when he said he was going to move to her city, AND MOVE IN WITH HER IMMEDIATELY, WITHOUT ASKING, she had a bona fide panic attack.

A panic attack! 

Do you THINK CJ cared that she had a panic attack?

Or even try and get to the bottom of WHY?

No. He was too busy being distracted by his sparkly exterior to worry about Susan.

He was basically saying, “This will LOOK GREAT!!! US LIVING TOGETHER!!!”

While ignoring the fact that they weren’t great at all and not even Spanx could help her at this point.

I mean, who doesn’t infer that a PANIC ATTACK in response to “Guess what? I’m moving in with you!!!” is a problem??

AND WHO JUST ANNOUNCES THEY’RE MOVING IN WITH A GIRL WITHOUT ASKING???

CJ kept on.

Susan said that in that same visit, after lots of fighting and that pesky panic attack, they were getting ready for bed and CJ said, "Geez, babe, you’ve really put on a lot of weight."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

?????????????

THIS DRESS MAKES ME LOOK FAT!!!!

The next day, when she told him that his weight comment was NOT OK, his response was, "Well I was mad at you."

UNZIP. NOW. 

CAN'T. BREATHE.

After two more suffocating days on vacation, Susan was ready to go home and rip the too-tight, too-critical dress off her body.

When she got back to a reasonable 400 miles away from him, she told him that (Uh, DUH to normal people), she did NOT want him moving in with her.

He flipped out of course, telling her that SHE needed to “stop causing rifts.”

(…Says the guy who called her fat because he was mad at her.)

Ugh.

If you can believe it, CJ got even more tight ass when he then announced that not only was he planning to move into her apartment without asking, he was planning to replace most of her furniture that wasn’t up to his high, sparkly standards.

WHAT?!?!

Since when does a DRESS make these kinds of decisions??

It was nothing she had ever experienced before.

And it was clearly the worst dress purchase ever.

Susan finally broke up with CJ, as he clearly didn’t match anything about her, both literally and figuratively.

And now Susan can breathe.

And that is why you should always try people on.

-Jenny

TOOLBAG TUESDAY

There are a million reasons to have to apologize to someone and sleeping through a lunch date is one of them.

This happened to my friend Molly, but she broke the norm when she decided to apologize in person, at the guy’s apartment.

SURPRISE VISIT! 

WHAT COULD GO WRONG??

HA.

Molly met Joseph right after she got dumped by a guy she really liked.

She was out listening to live music to escape her heartbreak and didn’t expect one of the cute band members to start flirting with her after the set.

They started talking about college football and right then they made plans to go watch a college football game together the very next day.

It seemed like a good idea. Molly had tickets and wasn’t very well bringing her EX anymore. 

She and Joseph got along great and did I mention he was cute and in a band?

Joseph gave her his address and the next morning, Molly picked him up from his apartment. 

They spent the entire day together drinking beer, FLIRTING, MAKING OUT, hanging out with her friends and rooting for the home team.

They got along so well that Joseph spent the night at Molly’s place that night. 

The next morning he said he had to leave early to “take care of some things.” He said they should meet for lunch.

Seeing her two days in a row??

This guy must have really liked her!

He certainly seemed to. They literally spent 24 hours together after first meeting Friday night.

Molly told him lunch sounded great, but she fell back asleep after he left and when she woke up, she had slept through their lunch date completely.

And now she was running late for her job at a restaurant.

Molly looked at her cell phone and frowned. She definitely missed their lunch date by over an hour, but he had not texted her asking where she was.

She thought he must have been upset with her.

Oops.

Feeling guilty and slightly hungover, Molly decided to pay him a visit on her way to work...just to say that she was sorry about lunch, and that she had a really nice time with him that weekend.

...KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

When Joseph answered the door, he looked at her wide-eyed, in a very, “I just soiled myself” kind of way.

Molly explains:

“I walk in, and there’s a chick sitting at his table,” Molly describes.

Oops.

Joseph did his best to play off the situation, hahaha, introducing the two without titles or anything else descriptive.

Molly, this is Jane. Jane, this is Molly, without explaining who Jane was or who Molly was or that he SPENT THE NIGHT AT MOLLY’S THE NIGHT BEFORE.

Spoiler alert: Jane was NOT his sister.

After a few “What’s going on here?” questions from Jane, it was revealed that she was his FIANCÉE.

FIANCÉE!!!

...Who apparently was out of town to celebrate a bachelorette party that weekend.

!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was THEIR apartment!

Gross.

And here Molly was about to APOLOGIZE to him!!

Instead, Molly had to apologize to Jane, saying she had NO IDEA he was engaged (gross) because he was hitting on girls at bars after his gig, spending the night and asking them to lunch.

Taking advantage of a fiancée-free weekend! 

Wasting ZERO time getting into bed with someone else!

Gross.

Molly stood there, awkward.

What can you possibly say in this situation??

What do you do???

Jane knew what to do.

Molly said that despite her small frame, Jane suddenly FLIPPED OVER THE KITCHEN TABLE at Joseph, screaming at him.

FLIPPED OVER A TABLE! 

hahahaha

Damn girl.

Probably broke some (lunch) dishes, too.

Ha

GOOD.

Absolutely no apologies.

-Jenny