Jenny On the Spot

I just have bits of things floating in my head. Some folks may think this fact clearly illuminates my need to be institutionalized, while others (in the medical community) would simply call them by the names my alternate personalities have given them - Eugenia, Felicia, Josephina Guadalupe Maria Carmen de la Cruz, Southern Bell, Tracy, Tina, Christi and Babs. Just kidding. See… random.

• My kids are happy.Whu the? Despite my best effort to ruin their childhoods and destroy their innate ability to be joyful - they are still happy! This is where I praise God for making kids light and soft and innocent and - have you ever wondered why we don’t remember most of our early childhood? It’s because we were bringing our parents to the base of all human existence. I am sure it’s best we don’t remember how they struggled to handle our most darling little escapades. God knew. He so knew… so he built in an “anti-memory” gland.
• The weather. Stinkin’ beautiful in the Pacific Northwest. Well, there are clouds today, but I am still high on the euphoria of wearing flip flips yesterday (long shorts and long sleeves) and the day before! True, we barely cleared 50 - so those folks in So. Cal. woulda been sporting parkas and wool socks. Not here. Weez tough folk ’round these parts, and if the sun is fully out - unhindered by a cloudy mass - even if it doesn’t feel warm, we are out there letting sun rays kill the mold on our pasty skin.
• Words. If you can’t tell by the first paragraph, I will state it here. I have Too. Many. Words. Pointless, silly, nonsense, sometimes troubling deep. Most of them float about in my head and I talk to myself often. Crazy conversations are always happening, in my head. Blogging has been a tremendous outlet. However, I am keenly aware I use too many words. In one of my writing classes in college my professor was ALWAYS cutting, cutting, cutting my pieces. I was always amazed that whatever she cut… worked. So, Dr. Huntley - if you’re reading this… I am sorry.
• Words. Reprise. See. I told you. I always have more to say. Like, I can’t do the Wordless Wednesday picture-thing that so many bloggers do. Why? I think it’s because I think I am so Clever Cleverson. My words are like a pretty necklace… or a well-placed candle on the mantle… a vase of lovely flowers, perhaps… yes? I cannot NOT add words. It’s like petting a cat the wrong way… like decaf coffee. Just wrong. How can I make fun of something and not use words? Were I wearing a hat, I’d be tipping it to those Wordless Wednesday-ers…
• Management. No one told me managing your children’s relationships with one another would be so flippin’ hard. Dude.
• Poop. Farts. Three kids. High-class household.
• Lucy - “What’s that smell?”
• Me - “I dunno.”
• Lucy - “Yucy.”

So many words so little time. I’m not gonna proof-read this puppy. The girls are taking a bath and from the sounds of it… the bathroom is also getting a bath. The joy… for me and for them - apparently.

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