Monday, June 29, 2009

Because I'm sure you're dying to know ...

I thought I'd share a few more odd little facts about me.  Yep, I could tell you were just sitting there thinking, "Gee, I wish I knew more random and trivial facts about Jen.  Then my life would be worth living."  You were thinking that, right?  Oh good.  Well here you go:

1. I am a macaroni-and-cheese snob. I will only eat (and therefore only serve) Annie's mac-n-cheese. Any flavor, but it has to be Annie's.

2. I was attacked by a rottweiler named Mr. T. who only ate green beans and rice (although that day he almost ate me). I was rescued by a boy named Ashley who looked like a guy you wouldn't want to run into in a dark alley. He was way tougher than Scarlet's Ashley, thank goodness.

3. I miss my husband for a lot of reasons, not the least of which is that he drives me places. I don't like driving. Not at all.

4. I'm a sloppy drunk. Of course, I've never actually been drunk. In fact, I've never had a drink at all. But the way I get when I'm sleepy makes me think I'd be a really sloppy drunk.

5. I have to comfort my dog, who has nightmares, at least two or three times every night. Don't tell her I told you; she's very sensitive about these things.

6. I secretly (or maybe not so secretly anymore) want to homeschool my children. But I'm a coward so I don't do it. Yet.

7. I have five grey hairs. Camden is five years old. This is not a coincidence. That boy would give you grey hairs, too!

8. I have a real problem with men who have soft hands. It just really creeps me out. There, I'm glad I got that off my chest. It's been bothering me for years!

9. I lived in Seattle for a year and a half and never went up the Space Needle. I drove by it and played under it more times than I can count, but I never went up. I guess I'll have to go be a tourist there someday. (To redeem myself, I have thrown fish at Pike's Place, thankyouverymuch.)

10. I use olive oil as a moisturizer. Face, body, everywhere! I swear it is the miracle skin product. It prevents acne, heals scars, moisturizes, prevents wrinkles, removes eye makeup, slows (or at least softens) hair growth after shaving... It's some great stuff. You should try it.

11. I went to my senior prom with Satan. Back then he went by Jeff, and he was really cute and not from my school, so I was the envy of all the other girls there. But now he calls himself Satan. Don't feel bad, I don't get it either.

12. I don't like odd numbers.  So much so that I had to add this last fact so I wouldn't end on an ugly odd number.

Okay, that'll have to do for tonight.  I know, I know, you want more.  But you're just going to have to pace yourself.  I'm tired.

Oh, and thanks for reading.  Not quite sure why I felt compelled to share my deepest darkest secrets (okay, not so much) tonight, but it was kind of you to humor me.  Thanks a bunch!

And now, to get the focus off me...  Got anything you feel compelled to share?  Go for it!  My comments are always open.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Right Now

Right now, I'm sitting with two dogs.  Riggo is growling at his own reflection in the window. Mandisa is staring at me like I should be doing something about the situation.  I'm laughing.  This has been going on for a good 20 minutes.  Just thought I'd share.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

A Day of Rest - We've Earned It

It's been kinda crazy around here.

Tuesday was the most anticipated day of the year (at least for this mommy)... The LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!  Woohoo!  I think I was more excited than the kids!  We had a neighborhood ice cream party when the kids got off the bus.  Everyone had a fun time, but some of us got messier than others.
Wednesday was another very special - and long-anticipated - day...  Camden's fifth birthday!  We celebrated by going to Build-A- Bear with Bubby and Poppa in the morning and then having cupcakes and ice cream with Granny and Poppy at 10:00 at night.  
Why did we wait to have cupcakes and ice cream until three hours after the five-year-old's bedtime, you ask?  Well, it's simple, really.  See, the mom of said five-year-old was MIA for most of the day.  I was at this beautiful place...
... taking pictures of this beautiful couple.  Thanks for letting me be a part of your special day, Jessica and Ros (even if it was my boy's special day first).
Thursday, the Sidewinders played our final tee-ball game of the season!  A big shout-out goes to Bridgette, who took pictures of my kiddos for me while I was otherwise occupied.  (Real tee-ball post coming soon, I promise!)
Friday was birthday-party day!  We spent the morning decorating the backyard and baking a cake...
... and the afternoon partying with friends!  Cam had an Army theme, so we had a big water war with water grenades (they ran out really fast) and water guns.  I thought it would be every man for himself, but I was wrong.  No, it was every man against the mommy!
Saturday, after a trip to urgent care for our third bout of strep in as many weeks, and after lugging a "new-to-you" fridge over from the neighbors' house (thanks to our big-muscled friends who helped with that big job!), I left two boys with their Bob and headed off to Jessica and Ros' reception for more pictures.

And now, it's Sunday.  The Sabbath.  A day of rest.  And boy howdy, do we need it!

P.S. My mom (aka Bob) came to help this week.  She entertained boys, helped with party preparations, and did my laundry!  I've gotta say, it's good to have a BOB.  Thanks, Mom!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

He's Five

Camden woke me up at 6:00 this morning.  I thought that was far too early to get up on the first day of summer vacation, and told him so.  I think my exact words were something like, "Cammmmmm... go back to beddddddddddddd.  It's still nightttttttttttt..."  (I was really tired.)

But then I got a shot of well-deserved mommy-guilt when Cam said in his sweetest little voice, "But Mommy, why didn't you sing Happy Birthday to me?"

Oops.  So I rallied everything I had in me and sang to my now-five-year-old.  He was so happy. That big grin was totally worth the early morning.  I think.

Happy Birthday Cammo-Man!  I love you!

And I agree, you most definitely are taller this morning.

Monday, June 15, 2009

We're calling him Nelson...

... but only because I can't remember his name.

We've been enjoying this bunny for the past few days, and will miss him when he goes back to his family tomorrow.  He'll probably be happy to answer to his real name, though.

Sunday, June 14, 2009


I don't know why I feel compelled to share some things.  But I do.  So here's the beautiful picture I took yesterday of Jake's back.  Nice rash, huh?

I'm pretty sure it's an allergic reaction to something... but what... now that's another matter altogether.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Field Day

Today was Field Day in Gatorland!  By the end of the day we were all hot, sweaty, and tired.  It was perfect.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

We don't play tee-ball.

In case you were wondering why I never post about our tee-ball season, it's because we aren't playing tee-ball this season.  We decided to have lots of rain and thunder storms instead.  That's way more fun, don't you think?

Oh, and in addition to thunder storms, I also get to do a lot of rescheduling of games.  (Because yes, we are supposed to be playing tee-ball.)

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Something's Missing

It's Jake's tooth.
My boy is officially a KID!
Oh my, I'm not sure I'm ready for this.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Uncle Moe

We said goodbye to our dear Uncle Moe today.  Uncle Moe was my great-grandmother's brother, my great-great-uncle.  That means he was my boys' great-great-great-uncle.  That's three greats!  Pretty impressive, huh?

I thought that, in honor of Uncle Moe, I'd share some of my favorite things about my Bubby's only brother.  So in no particular order...

Uncle Moe and Aunt Jo were married for 75 years.  That's right, folks, 75 years!  I never saw Aunt Jo without the necklace he gave her on their 50th anniversary.

Uncle Moe, a Jewish man, eloped with his Irish Catholic sweetheart, Jo.  How cool is that story?!

Uncle Moe introduced my Bubby and Poppa.  That alone makes him pretty important, if I do say so myself.

Uncle Moe could dance!  He took his lucky wife dancing all the time.  (Hint hint, Dan...)

Uncle Moe hated onions.  We had to have a separate bowl of stuffing, sans onions, at holiday dinners.  Oh, and Uncle Moe made the stuffing.

Uncle Moe made the best baked beans.  Seriously, the best.  I love them.  Nobody else's beans compare.  Sorry to those of you who've served me baked beans.  I don't mean to be rude, but now you know the truth.

Uncle Moe was the only one in the family who could rival Dan in height.  I think that's why Aunt Jo likes Dan so much (really, she tells me how handsome he is all the time!).  She's like me, she likes the tall boys too!

At age 98, Uncle Moe still had a very keen mind.  His body failed him, but his mind was strong.

My list could go on.  Uncle Moe was a fun guy, with a big smile, a big heart, and really big hands.  Sorry, growing up, I thought he was a giant.  A nice giant.

A funeral is a sad event.  While we know he's finally comfortable after years of physical pain, it is still hard to say goodbye to someone you love.  We are so blessed, though, to have Aunt Jo, who provided the comic relief we all needed...

The scene: Aunt Jo is looking at her husband, laying in the casket during the funeral.
Aunt Jo: "What's that on his head?"
Answer: "A yamaka."
Aunt Jo: "Why is he wearing that?"
Answer: "Because he's Jewish."
Aunt Jo: "No, he's not."
The conversation continued in much the same vein, until Aunt Jo was sufficiently convinced that Uncle Moe was, in fact, a Jew.  At which point she asked,
"Was he born that way?"
Answer: "Yes."
Aunt Jo, shocked: "And I married him?  Well, don't tell anybody!"
Poor Aunt Jo.  Somehow, word already got out.  Like, a long time ago...

Thursday, June 4, 2009

On this day in history...

1674 - Horse racing was prohibited in Massachusetts.

1812 - The Louisiana Territory became the Missouri Territory.

1896 - Henry Ford test drove his new car in Detroit, MI.

1919 - The U.S. Senate passed the Women's Suffrage bill.

1942 - The Battle of Midway began.

1980 – A very cute baby was born. Her parents named her Jennifer.

1989 - Chinese army troops stormed Tiananmen Square to crush the pro-democracy movement.

1992 - The U.S. Postal Service introduced the "young Elvis" stamp.

1998 - George and Ira Gershwin received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

2003 - Martha Stewart was indicted for tax fraud.

2009 – Jen turned 29. She celebrated by eating cake with two handsome men.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Body Art

He looks diseased.
But he's not.

Camden had a lovely time with an ink pad.
He was very impressed with himself.

You should see his arms and legs...
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