Jenny On the Spot

I got ‘em.

Like having… One. Big. Eye. Reminiscent of Mike Wazowski - exacerbated by The Tumor Removal of ‘05. I sometimes forget about it… until I see a picture or somethin’… like my new driver’s license picture. Hair: good. Expression: acceptable. Lip gloss: glossy. Eye #A: eye-like. Eye #B: E(ye)normous

Like… laughing after during chiropractic adjustments. I dunno. Maybe it’s just my “thing”. I really tried to conceal the laughter rising from within at my appointment today, to no avail. At least Dr. Chiro gets a good laugh in too. It’s good to bring laughter to others, right? Right?

Like… blogging now when a billion other things are mutating multiplying on my “to-do” list.

Like… unavoidable clumsiness. Times like the following events make me think I should go back to my ranch-camp nickname - “Crash”. I earned that name by falling off the arena fence - backwards, and then face planting in the same horse arena while playing soccer only an hour later… I digress.

• I spilled many beautiful blueberries on the produce floor at the local market today. I know - it’s shameful. Shameful. THEN I nearly spilled my golden goblet gloriously filled with an iced latte’.
• On Monday I scraped the skin off 2 knuckles carrying a basket of laundry through a doorway. I was too optimistic in my spatial reasoning as I negotiated the turn.
• On Monday I also slid down a slick grass hill with Lucy on my hip. I hucked my free arm out like a kick-stand… hoping to keep my butt dry and the kid safe. For a minute I was certain I broke my shoulder. I didn’t. I think that arm and one of Lucy’s legs broke my fall. We’re both OK.
• I hit my garbage can with my car 3 times as I was leaving my driveway this week - Three. Times. In. A. Row. Seriously. Jen? Do I hear you laughing?

I know there are more, but I have another issue. Hmmm… What was it… Oh yeah… memory. I can’t even go into that one. Mostly because I can’t recall.