On this Thursday, I knew exactly what I was thankful for. I didn’t even have to think about it. I’m thankful for my Mommy. She lives in Colorado and we don’t get the opportunity to see each other more than twice a year typically. Right now my life is a bit crazy; working from home,…
There are sometimes in my life that I am a mockery of myself. I can be both disgusted and amused. Yeah, I’m talking about the drop off line at kindergarten. You know where you pull up and you’re sitting there as one of 12 family vans. Five of the same color. (I call my color…
I know. Sexy is an attitude. It comes from within. But there are days when I feel so mom. Like I’m not jen. Just mom. No jen sauce. No jen on the side. Just mom. Wiping the tears, listening to the fighting, interrupting fighting, band-aiding boo-boos, setting out clothes, helping with clothes, brushing teeth, putting…
Last weekend I met my parents out in Phoenix. We were to go to a dear family friends’ memorial service. Not the happiest of reasons to go, but good to see old friends and where we all used to live. BabyD and I made the trek across the 6+ hours of arid landscape. I do…
I just took my MIL to the airport. PTL and I mean it! I have so many mixed feelings about her. I think that she is a great demonstration of god’s little practical and private jokes with me. We do have a few good moments together, but the rest of the time I’m just left…
Two stops. That’s all we had to do today. It should have been fine. I had two hours before nap time. That should be plenty of time before a melt down set in. First stop, BevMo. You know today was the last day of the 5 cent sale. Gotta stock pile while you can. Yes,…
Once a month I hold jenH Happy Hour (HHH). It’s my kind of Mommy & Me playdate. I invite about 30 women and everyone knows they are welcome to extend an invitation to a friend. Most the time there is between 10-15 Moms and about 20 kids. Yeah, it gets crazy. Kids run in and…
Oh no. Not you? Who’d it be? Certainly not me! Yes, it’s true. I’ve become THAT woman. You know the one. The woman you talk about with your closest girlfriend (who I call my “sistafriends”), where you can throw around the dirt and it’s safe – the conversation doesn’t leave the kitchen counter (or wine…
“she had something important to say to the world and her voice was needed” All I could think of sitting in the back of the room was wow, how great it must be to have that feeling.
…is being a Jennifer like being a Seven of Nine? (And yes, it’s very revealing to admit that you watched Star Trek TNG) But I’m a Jen and we’re a whole other class unto ourselves.
