Okay, so here’s the situation: the Official TD&Co. March Mixtape Mixer Madness officially begins next Saturday, on the first. We’ll let it run through the end of March, after which time all of your mixtapes should be in the mail or you lose and all of TD&Co. shuns you. That means you have a week to find me on Pownce and tell me you’re interested.
Already playing:
Jesse, Carri, Spif, Flint, Me
People who said they’d play but haven’t yet hooked up with me on Pownce and are therefore out of the loop:
Ryan, Dismarum
This has been your friendly neighborhood reminder.

So I bought this Jergen’s Natural Glow lotion that’s supposed to, well, give women (or men?!) a natural glow. It’s ridiculous because if the glow was truly natural, I wouldn’t need to spend five bucks on a bottle of lotion to, well, glow. But alas, I’m a slave to consumerism and advertising (In one thirty-minute period of watching TV, I had a mental list of five different products and/or services I wanted to try, including a switch in my car insurance and three products I promptly went out and purchased the next day. No joke.). Anyway, apparently this Jergen’s lotion actually creates a “natural glow” by utilizing the same chemicals found in those OTC fake tanning sprays and lotions (although probably in a much smaller amount), which means it smells the same as those OTC fake tanning sprays and lotions, which means it doesn’t smell very good, and, in fact, smells rather terrible. Which, of course, means I was stuck smelling myself all day long yesterday. Never again.

In unrelated news, I’ve got a bottle of Jergen’s Natural Glow lotion for fair skin for sale. Aw heck, for free, even. I’ll mail it to you. Just let me know.

So after searching high and low for some very specific (albeit out of season) boots to wear with a new dress to a wedding tomorrow, I found some on super-clearance sale last night. I just tried them on with the dress and there’s a very good possibility I look like a hooker. Seriously, I asked aloud, “Do I look like a hooker?” but there was no one to respond, so I have no one to confirm my suspicions. I guess I’ll find out tomorrow if everyone in the family says, “So, Rebecca, change professions lately?” or “Make any new and illegal dirty money lately?” The answer to both, of course, is: “Yes, virtually, in some stupid facebook game called Mob Wars that I am quite literally addicted to.”

Speaking of addictions, here’s some real news:
I know that I rarely get into the actual “what’s going on in jane’s life” seriousness, because talking about music and movie releases is so much more cathartic and in-denial-ish. So here’s some of what’s really going on with Jane:
My grandmother and I are graduating together this May with our bachelors. Yes, it really is a big deal. To us, anyway.
After graduation, I’m not sure when or where or even how, but I’ll be starting a non-profit organization that incorporates a rehab program for addicts into assistance programs for countries in need of humanitarian aid. It’s all so potentially overwhelming, but God has actually given me this mission of sorts, and I fully trust Him to see it out. He said He’d show me how to do it, and He’s already leading me in that respect. I’m excited about it, and impatient to know more. Anyway, the point is, this is big, people. And all the prayers you can possibly offer for our organization are welcome.
As a direct result and precursor to God’s plans for the organization and my future, I’ve come to terms with many things in my past and many aspects of myself I’ve had trouble admitting before. But I am now able to admit to my friends and family that yes, I am an alcoholic, and yes, I do have problems with addiction and depression. And all the crap I’ve been through as a direct result of these problems has only equipped me to empathize with the people with whom we’ll come into contact in our organization and to understand the seriousness of why our country is in such great need of rehab. Our entire drug treatment system needs an overhaul. Yes, I’m just one person, and I don’t have any delusions of grandeur, but I’m aware of God’s grandeur, and in that, I’ve placed my faith.

And, of course, to finish up my post with something entertainment-esque, the Dismarum and I finally saw No Country for Old Men last night, after experiencing a rather awkward moment with the ticket-taker. I have to say, hand down, without a doubt, it was THE most suspenseful movie I’ve ever seen in my entire life. From the opening scene, I felt like I was holding my breath for the entirety of the film while freaking out in my mind, saying, “oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” Yes, I actually spoke out loud a couple times and even jumped once or twice. (I’m rather certain ol’ Dis did as well, but I’ll hold off saying so until she’s ready to admit it.) The direction was great, the humor was random and therefore highly appreciated, and, even though I couldn’t stop thinking that one of the main guys was actually Denny Duquette from Grey’s (Really, I’m shocked it wasn’t him.), I’d give the movie an A+ &/or 365 Jane Points.

And now you know the rest of the story.

Peace, love, and lessons learned about Natural Glow Lotion and Hooker Wear.