Jen's Space

To Ponder

Perception and reality are vastly different.  Wisdom is the middle ground between the two.

I have a lot more to say about this but those are my thoughts for now....

Galavanting

I had an amazing day today.  I took a spur of the moment trip to San Diego County to watch a newborn photo shoot and hang out with some clients.  I'm so lucky to have a husband who, even though he was really busy with work, volunteered to watch all three girls (Emily was home from school) today.  It was a lot of fun to have time to myself while driving and then mingling with new people.  A funny thing happened by late afernoon.  I missed my family terribly.  I'm so happy I went, but I'm even happier that I have such a wonderful family to come home to.

Fat Fat the Water Rat!!

I'm glad that everyone was amused with my video.  I almost didn't post it because seeing myself in video has been difficult.  I'm fat and need to do something about it.  I've tried lots of things in the past years to get rid of the baby fat but nothing seems to stick.  I've decided that I need to MOVE more and change my eating habits.  I know that diets don't work.  I was recently reading an article about listening to your body and realizing when you're full.  I think this will work as soon as I can get my stomach to stop playing games with me.  I'll eat half a bagel and my stomach will say, "Oh, I'm totally full.  You can stop now."  So I put the plate in the sink and walk away.  THEN, my stomach whispers some sort of crap like, "Hey, aren't you going to eat the other half of that bagel?  Aren't you?  HUH, HUH, HUH????"  Stupid stomach.  

Maybe if this actually works I'll post more videos for your enjoyment.  Probably not though.  I don't think I'm amusing enough for regular video installments.

I haven't forgotten the requests for the angry label story.  I promise to post that soon.  Maybe I'll re-enact in a dramatization.  I hate dramatizations.  Maybe I'll redo my vulgar label message and take a picture.  Crude drawing?  Oh heck, I don't know.

Extreme Home Disaster

Soooo, I don't know if I've mentioned this before but I hate Extreme Home Makeover.  I like the concept.  I just hate the show.  Helping someone who's had a tough go of it is a great idea, but at what motive?  I feel like everyone on the show is in it for the wrong reasons.  The interviews of the Extreme Home Makeover cast just kills me.  The tears, the angst, it drives me nuts.  You're renovating a home, not curing cancer!  So here is my parody of an Extreme Home Makeover crew member after visiting MY HOME...

Potluck

Things that I'd like to write about but lack the motivation to do so:

1.  A story of one of the few nights my mom went out with her best friend when I was a kid.

2.  My parking lot rage that involved a sticky label and an obscene note.

3.  Molly's lack of speech.

4.  Audrey's lack of weight gain.

5.  My knitting corner.

6.  Friendship, or lack thereof.

7.  High School Reunion.

8.  Running a Small Business.

9.  Reality Television.

10.  Anything and Everything.

 Pick a topic, maybe I'll write about it :P

Memories

Molly goes to bed every night at 6 p.m.  After I put her to bed I go to my bedroom and take a quick catnap so I'll have energy to work into the late night.  Jeremy usually spends that time hanging with Emily and Audrey.  There is something about that time of evening that is so very comforting to me.  As I lay in bed I can faintly hear the girls with Jeremy, the house still smells of the dinner that we had as a family.  It is dusky dark and cool in the bedroom.  Even though I'm away from everyone at that moment, I feel very connected to my family.  Funny how that works...

In a Handbasket

I've been vocal about finding my religion and I've had some great friends (Hi Gigi!  Hi Brenda!) come to my aide and share their opinions and try to shed some light on all of my questions.  I have found myself discussing religion a lot with Brenda.  I think it has been easier for me to talk with her because she has had questions also.  Luckily for Brenda, she has found her answers and she is happy with being Christian.  I've tried to glean wisdom from her.  I'm not anti religious.  She has shared ideas with me that make sense.  I feel like I'm almost there.  Attending church again sounds like a pretty good idea.  Scripture is comforting for me to read and I find peace in many passages.  

Then there's the backsliding.  Oh, the backsliding with the questions.  Like Death?  What is up with death?  How does it all pan out?  I need answers!  So, Brenda, being the great friend that she is, indulges me with a little death discussion.  I tell her I'll think about all the possibilities and I'll email her with my thoughts on religion and all that jazz.  So, she's waiting patiently for my email.  She probably thought that she turned a corner with me.  That I'm slowly understanding and soon, I'll find peace with religion.  Then, I grace her with this email....

My worst death fear.....

 

I die, God is waiting for me....

 

God:  Jennifer.

 

Me:  Yes God?

 

God: You know the internet?

 

Me: Yes!  I love the internet!!!  Thanks for making it possible.

 

God:  You FOOL!!!  The internet was made by the DEVIL to make you waste time and be BAD.

 

Me:  NO kidding?  Seriously?

 

God:  YES, now gooooooooooo, to the depths of Helll!!!!  *pointing downward*

 

Me:  OK, OK!!!  God?

 

God:  Yes, my child?

 

Me:   Do you think they have wireless there? 

I think that Brenda probably shed a tear for me.  BUT, she's willing to take me to church!  Or maybe it will be an intervention?  

For Emily

I remember when you were a teeny tiny baby, only a few weeks old.  You fell asleep after a bottle and you slept so soundly that I held you for at least an hour.  When you still didn't wake up I wrapped you up in your favorite cow blanket and I put you on mama and daddy's bed.  You slept and you slept.  I always remember that night.  I remember how tiny you looked on the bed.

There was another time when I went shopping.  It was the first time I left you home with daddy.  Daddy didn't know that you didn't like the Pooh doll that would dance and sing.  He brought it out and when Pooh starting to wiggle and shake you screamed so loud.  Daddy ended up throwing Pooh behind the couch so you would stop crying.  That was the same moment that I called to see how you were doing.  Poor daddy.

I'll tell you your favorite story.  Your first trip to the Fair.  It was such a hot day.  Daddy and Mama were getting kind of cranky because we were so hot.  Daddy wanted to go home but I thought you might like to see the pig races.  We stood by the stands and waited for those little piggies to come out and race.  There was a piggy named Albert Swinestein.  Whenever we would say his name you would laugh and laugh.  They finally let the piggies loose and they ran around their track.  You thought it was the funniest thing ever.  I'm glad that we stayed to watch the pig races.

It's getting late so I better go check on you and your sisters and then go to bed.  I'll write more of your favorite "Emmy Stories" soon.  Mama loves you.  *kiss*  *kiss* Meemurp!

Projects Galore

I got my first Pen Friend letter out and I'm moving on to the next person on the list.  While you wait for your snail mail, maybe you'd like to join a Flickr group that I've started...

Picture in Picture Project

If you haven't signed up for being a Snail Mail Pen Friend yet be sure to email me with your address jenferh AT sbcglobal DOT net.  We're making Snail Mail sexy again :P   If you're afraid of committing to being a Pen Friend, don't be!  Nobody is expecting a novel and I'm writing most of my letters on notebooks with pencils.  Nothing fancy.  Just some good old fashioned gabbing through letters.