Don't you worry, big strong men. I'll carry these 50 pound boxes by myself!

So, I had to run errands this morning for work. Running errands is one of my favorite things to do (no, really) so I love days when I get to go pick up and drop off stuff. Well, today was an Office Depot run.

First off, I was a little upset because I saw all of these kids buying school supplies. I was incredibly jealous. They have all kinds of pretty new binders and dividers, not to mention some way cool pens that they definitely didn't have when I was in school (which was only 6 months ago, but still). So I wasn't in the best of moods, but I decided to return to my mission.

All I needed was two boxes of printer paper and some binding combs. I guess I was distracted by my jealousy of the new school supplies that I didn't even think to get a cart. So I find my binding combs and head to the paper section. I find the paper that I need and proceeded to try to lift one of the boxes. I mean, I'm no weeny, but those boxes were A LOT heavier than I thought they would be. I opted to walk back to get a cart. I figured that would be easier than having to make a stop at the hospital for a hernia or slipped disc in my back.

I get back to the paper, bend down to pick it up and heave one of the boxes into my cart. I looked around to make sure that I hadn't flashed anyone in my struggle with the box, only to see three worker men just standing around watching me try to get these boxes loaded. Really? I mean, I knew chivalry was dead, but c'mon. I'm short. I had to lift the boxes almost to my shoulders to get them in the cart. I kept thinking, "Surely one of them will ask to help with the second one." Negative, ghost writer. They just watched my struggle.

I want to know who raised these men. I want each one of their mothers' phone numbers to let them know that they failed miserably at teaching their boys how to be polite and chivalrous. Absolutely ridiculous. We are in the south, people! I mean, at least show some Southern Hospitality! Arkansas isn't know for many positive things, but the one thing we do have is friendliness. Please don't let the Office Depot workers take that away from us.

On a lighter note, today is Thursday which means tomorrow is FRIDAY!!! Thank the good Lord.

On the heart of each sister...

So I'm really missing all of my Kappa ladies today. I dreamed last night that we were all getting ready for initiation. It was our junior year so we were all dressing up in our crazy outfits. When I woke up, I was crushed to find out that I wasn't in my top bunk in me and Mary's room.

That got me thinking about how wonderful living in the Kappa house was. I miss waking up to Mary's "I Melt" alarm and praying that it would wake her up so that she would finally turn it off. I miss walking by Dee and Amanda's room to get to the bathroom and hearing Dee's alarm going off for the third hour straight and wondering if I should even attempt to wake her up. I miss passing Becca and Danielle's room and hearing them yelling about any drama that was going on. I miss our little nook. I miss Sunday mornings when we would all eat breakfast in the butler's pantry before church and talk about all the crazy things that happened that weekend. I miss skipping class and rounding everybody up to go to the baseball game, only after our mandatory Sonic run. I miss us all getting ready together. "Can I borrow this dress?" "Only if I can borrow these shoes." I miss laying in the middle of Dee and Amanda's room and catching up on all of the latest drama. I miss our crazy dance parties. I miss everybody getting mad at Mary, Kalie, and I because we made the whole floor reek of IcyHot after our workouts with Britney. I miss snow days. I miss us all watching Grey's Anatomy, Project Runway, and the Bachelor/Bachelorette together in the basement and flipping out when people started talking during the show. I miss laughing until it hurts at something stupid because we were delirious from studying so late. I miss functions and discussing who we would all take as dates. I miss walking to class together only to successful talk each other out of going.

But most of all, I miss knowing every single thing about each other. I miss being so involved with each other's lives that it was hard to tell when one person stopped and the other person began. I miss always having someone to chat with no matter what time of night it was. If someone was crying, we would all be ready to kick whoever's butt it was that made her cry. I miss that support system and being surrounded by my best friends.

It was annoying living with that many girls at times (I left with less clothes and DVDs that when I moved in), but the good definitely outweighed the bad. I had the privilege of living with some of the most amazing girls I have ever met, and I could not be prouder to call them my sisters. I miss y'all every single day. I used to think it was so cliche how every sorority girl talked about the lifelong friends she made through joining, but it is so true. I love y'all more than you know.

So this is a shout out to my Kappa ladies. Y'all are truly the best. Good thing everybody is getting married so that we have an excuse to get together and party! :) Love and loyalty.

Morning Commute

So my favorite thing in the mornings is driving to work and having good songs come on the radio. Yes I have CDs with all of my favorite songs on them, but it is so much more exciting when they come on the radio.

Currently my favorite station is 96.5 because they play the most random selection of music ever. For example, here is a list of the songs that came on when I was stuck in traffic on my way home yesterday:

"Don't Stop Believin'"- Journey

"Genie in a Bottle"- Christina Aguilera

"What's My Age Again"- Blink 182

"Buy You a Drink"- T-Pain

I mean, are you kidding? I could not have cared less that I only moved a few car lengths in a timespan of about 20 min. I. was. rocking. out.

This morning was pretty much the same way. I get in my car, start the engine, and guess what is blaring. "Big Pimpin" by the one and only Jay-z. Talk about starting your morning off right! I've felt gansta all day.

So, if I didn't already, I completely believe in Music Therapy. In fact, I've decided to start advocating for it. Thank you, 96.5, for making the world a better place, one 90's rap song at a time.

Trip of a lifetime

It's happening. It's actually happening. Vegas is booked, I repeat, our Vegas trip is booked. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't even tell you how excited I am. First off, I've never been to Vegas. Plus, we are going to see Garth Brooks live in concert (which that alone is enough for me to die a happy girl). AND, I'm going with my partner in crime, Morgan. The possibilities are endless. We're staying in a ridiculous room, which includes a flatscreen in the bathroom. That's the part that sold us, ya know, cause one often needs to watch TV in the bathroom. And the greatest part of it all is that (brace yourself) WE'RE GOING TO SEE GARTH BROOKS LIVE!!! Does life get any better? Don't think so.

The past few weeks I have really been thinking about living life. I'm young and have my whole life in front of me and I want to truly live it to the fullest. I don't need to be afraid to make mistakes. This is the time to mess up. This is the time to learn about myself, about others, and about the world. My biggest fear (besides birds) is waking up when I'm 70 and regretting that I didn't do enough in my life.

So my first step in making sure that that doesn't happen is randomly planning a trip to Vegas. I've always wanted to go and Garth has been in my top 3 list of singers my whole life. I'm making money (although I'll probably be paying this trip off for a while) and I'm single so I only have myself to worry about. Why not do something wild and crazy like this? I think I would be crazy not to go.

So my point to all of this is that it's okay to be wild and crazy when you're young. This is the time to do it! I'm not saying that Vegas is a mistake, but if it turns out to be than that's okay. Make mistakes, learn your lessons, and remember the ridiculous memories you make while messing up. Because in the end, those memories are what is going to make your life worthwhile.

Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life. ~Sophia Loren

My first go at it.

So, here it goes. My first attempt at blogging. I have always been quit fascinated by people who blog. How do they know what to say? How do they know what incidents in their lives are entertaining enough to share? Well folks, after the day that I had yesterday, I decided to venture into the world of blogging. If for no other purpose, this can serve as a list of stories to tell my friends, family, etc. so that I don't forget any last detail. If you know me at all, you know that I have some of the craziest/randomest things that happen to me. So, for my first attempt, I will share my sequence of unfortunate events that made up my yesterday.


This Thursday was one for the books. For starters, I pulled into the parking lot, only to find a flock of geese guarding the front door. Now, for normal humans, this wouldn't be that big of a deal. I mean, they're birds, big deal. Oh no, this was the worst/most frightening thing that could happen in the world of Jessica Leigh Hobbs. I HATE birds. Like birds are to me as spiders or snakes are to other people. I've had many traumatic experiences with birds, and let me tell ya, they are definitely a source of anxiety and terror in my book. So when I saw that there was a freakin' flock of them at the door, I had no clue what to do. So, naturally, I pulled Gina (my Jeep) up onto the sidewalk and scared them away. Well, I don't really know about scaring them, due to the fact they looked at me with that annoyed goose look and just waddled off. But that was good enough for me. Mission accomplished.

So that started my day off on an odd foot. That doesn't happen every day (thank goodness). I walked into work, trying to avoid the goose poop that they so graciously left behind, and started my daily duties. I looked on the calendar so see if our attorney had any appointments set for the day. There was only one on the calendar, so I settled in with my Vanilla Diet Coke to start my morning ritual of facebook creepin'. When the door opened, I glanced to see that it was the client that was scheduled to come, said hello, and then about my business. I heard Shelly (the attorney) walk out and say hello. I heard this really awkward pause and wondered what was happening. I peaked around my desk to see Shelly's hand extended out like she was about to shake our client's new wife's hand, only to find out that the poor woman doesn't have hands!!! Holy cow!!! Now I realize how insensitive and just plain mean this may sound, but the look on Shelly's face was absolutely priceless. As an attorney, she is very put together, straight-laced, and almost always able to keep her cool. I'll tell ya, I almost peed myself watching her try to back-peddle her way outta that one! Apparently the poor lady gets that a lot so she just made a joke about it.

So I pretty much thought the day couldn't get any better. Then, we went out (it was Thursday, of course we went out) to see this band. They were called Mountain Sprout (pictured above). I'd never heard of them, but in my 23 years of life I have never turned down a concert. And boy am I glad I didn't turn down this one! One of their first songs was something about stinking like a turkey buzzard. Another was about dry counties in Arkansas and how if they can't drink they'll just grow weed. Another was, "Dang girl why we have to be related, dang girl why you look so good." Not. Even. Kidding. Funniest thing I have ever been to.

So, overall, I think that God had a pretty good laugh at at my day yesterday, which I think God needs a good laugh every once and a while. I'm okay with him laughing at my life sometimes. If my days keep going like this, I'll have no shortage of stuff to blog about! :)