This Thankful Thursday, being St. Patrick’s and all, I wanted to write about how lucky I am. Lucky and thankful. We moved to this neighborhood in 2006 from San Francisco. Thanks to our neighbors, Patty & Bruce, we immediately met a bunch of our neighbors, but at the time there weren’t many with kids at…
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Strange fascination, fascinatin’. Ah changes are takin’, the pace I’m going through. - David Bowie Here’s what I know how to do. One foot in front of the other. Grammy always said, “keep on keeping on.” And that’s what I’m doing. However, I think I just need a good cry. Or a vacation (though we…
First off, let’s talk about Cat’s dress. There was a lot going on there. As a girl with a larger bottom half (me), all I can think about is how that draping could only work on a tall, thin girl and not your average jen. Not crazy about it, but not hating it. I’ll give…
I’ve been having a love affair with my crock pot. It even sounds a little dirty, doesn’t it? I have made some of the best, delicious food with my slow cooker. I’ve fallen in love. He’s easy, delicious and no frills. Last week I made one of my all time favorites that I thought you…
I’m the kind of jen that when I don’t like something about myself or a situation that I’m in, I go to work on changing it (where applicable). Right now, I’m at an all new point. Let’s take for example, this soft and gooey center that I have developed. I’d like to play innocent and…
Two of my favorite things…So You Think You Can Dance and wine. Wine first. Better to watch TV while drinking (as opposed to operating heavy machinery). So I’m in love. He’s tall, blonde, and crisp and his initials are CMS. And he was only $6 at the BevMo 5 Cents sale. Is it wrong that…
I love fall. It is absolutely my favorite season all year. I love the colors all around. I love Halloween and Thanksgiving. I love pulling out sweaters and jackets. Today, fall really started for me. Last night it rained all night. Our first real rain of the season. It doesn’t really rain in the summer…
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…
