Oh, what a night...

**Let me preface this post with, I'm okay.  There was actually no intruder.  But that does not take away the fact that at 4am today, I thought there was.  Holy early morning panic attack...

So last night, I'm just minding my own business, sleeping the night away, and I opened my eyes at 12, then at 2...and at 3:30...all to fall right back asleep.  (To be fair, it's normal for me to open my eyes at least once an hour because I have a permanent fear of sleeping through my alarm clock.) 
I opened my eyes again at 4 am and froze.  Literally stopped breathing and felt my heart beating through my chest.  The first second I thought, "good job Jen.  This moron is going to hear your heart beating."  My second thought was "I have nothing..." no pepper spray, no bat, no knife, nothing.
I quickly crawled onto the other side of my bed where I have a flashlight and tried to make it look like I was having a nightmare.  I'm sure it was somewhat entertaining.  What did I think I was gonna do?  Shine the guy to death???   Nonetheless, I did it and ya'll, I swear it was like a movie because I was ready to whack this guy with all I had in me with a metal flashlight.  Thank you Lord for letting it be a shadow...yes, really.  It probably doesn't help that I'm blind as a bat without my contacts or glasses...
It was probably about 30 seconds after I turned on my bedroom light that I realized I have 2 dogs.  One who sleeps right by the front door.  Did I really think anyone would get all the way to my room without one of them barking?  Not to mention, Toby still barks at the fan in my room because it has a blue light and he doesn't like it when it moves.  Seriously.
All that being said, I was still freaked out.  4am and I was wide awake.  So what did I do?  I spent my morning hours watching Friends, duh.  What else is one supposed to do??  Oh, and I kept both of the dogs right by me.
In fact, I opened Maya's crate right after this "incident" and she definitely gave me the "Mom, it's dark outside.  What do you want?" look.  But she growled and got up to sit by me when I made her.
So this makes me wonder...do ya'll have something you keep with you for protection?  I imagine my thoughts were probably brought on by some recent robberies on a trail near my house and thankfully, all the robbers been caught.  But I, sadly enough, do think I should have something near me for protection, God forbid anything happen.
Do ya'll have anything?  And if so, what?  Unfortunately, I don't think a Yorkie's barks are gonna scare anyone...although, that is definitely debatable!  

Thank you, Harvard

Have ya'll seen this video?  It entertains me to no end.  The downfall?  Now every time I hear this song, I want to do the choreography...which does NOT bode well for myself (and others) when I'm driving. 

It also makes me want to go check out these guys in person because uhm hello, there are some hotties in this van!  Road trip anyone?? 

Oh Maya...

Sometimes I wonder why I blog. It's not like I'm really fashionable or extremely knowledgable on one particular topic. Except Hollywood...I'm full of useless information when it comes to celebrities.
ANYWAY, this morning, I realized why I blog. It's to share pictures like this...

This would be my foster pup.  With a feather boa.  That she must've pulled out of my closet because it definitely wasn't anywhere in the room when I sat down to do my makeup this morning. 

Fancy lil thing, isn't she??  (By the way, this is her "I don't know how this thing got here Mom.  It found me.  Am I in trouble??" look.)   

Fostering is something I get a lot out of and you better believe pure entertainment is one of the perks. :o). Happy Thursday!!

Stress

It has been a long week already (for many reasons) and I've found myself a bit all over the place mentally and emotionally all week.  Whenever I feel like this, there are a few things I've found that help me.  They're all a bit random but what can ya do?

 via eatliverun

Cooking.  Last night I made Pho.  (Don't judge me, I did say random!)  While it won't cure my emotional hangover, there is something extremely therapeutic about chopping garlic and indulging in a different version of chicken noodle soup.  I honestly made it because the author of this blog said she believes there is nothing Pho and a bubble bath can't fix.  (I'll be calling her later...)

Wine.  Really?  Do you need an explanation?  

Bubble Baths.  My safe place.

This "letter" from God forces me to breathe.  It may not be a real quote, but it certainly reminds me I need to have faith. 


What do ya'll do to manage your stress?