Blogger, mother, dreamer, swimmer, biker, runner, coffee-drinking mistress of silliness… all in exciting Kitsap County!
Dueling banjos.
A forbidden love affair.
One keeps me up to the wee hours of the night.
The other has me rising before the sun.
This wreaks havoc on my sanity, my level of consciousness, my adrenal glands, and my metabolism.
So, the burning question is this: How does one balance blogging and distance training? Continue reading ‘Two Worlds.’
Dead fridge. This is our mini-fridge. This is our dead mini-fridge.
My Dearest Lucy Jean,
Look at you,3 and independent. “No, I do it Mama!” Girl, girl, girl… You are a hard worker, and most things you want to do “,by mysewf!” Well, unless it's something you don't want to do by yourself, then you just won't, or you will fight all the way trying not to do it.
Like a volcano, you are unpredictable. I think I know you. I make a decision based on that knowledge, and before I can take a breath you decided to be/do the opposite. Darlin', if there was anything “boring” or “predictable” left in my life - your adorable fire burned it all away. To ashes. Continue reading ‘My “Baby”’
- Today is my last day mothering a 2-year-old. For the rest of my life. Lucy turns 3 tomorrow. I may care for another 2-year-old from time to time, but if our plan for not populating the earth any further remains intact… I will never be the mother of a two year old again. Yes, you do detect a bit of sadness. It’s bittersweet.
- If you look here, and scroll down to fact #7… you will see I am drawn to shiny things. Lucy is just like me. I was shaving my legs to my knees (please know I am a minimalist). Lucy pointed to my spectacular shins and gloried, “Oooh, Mama! Shiny!”
- I went to the gym tonight. Oh-my-good-golly-are-you-stinkin-serious-of all-the world-good-gravy! I don’t wanna gossip. So lets just say I am relaying details. Just the facts. I saw arms on a human man the size of wine barrels.
I think I’ve only seen limbs like that in printed media. In person - it is alarming, and difficult not to look at (circus, anyone?). Ya know, the weight room is already an awkward place - mirrors everystinkin’where. You can’t not see people. Anyway. I couldn’t not look. It makes me wonder - how does a person sleep with those monsters?
was when I dropped a brand new tube of toothpaste in the toilet. Good times.
Another favorite party of today was… You know. I’m feeling creative. May I compose a poem?
“A Favorite Part of Today”
A favorite part of today
was
when my orthodontist
closed the office
for a very long staff meeting
in
the
middle
of the morning
when the insides of my cheeks
were hamburger
from the new
wrap-around-the-toothy-bands
they put on my backy-most teeth
a few weeks ago
my inside-cheeky-parts
were throbbing
mangled skin
was flapping about
I
just
needed
a crate or two of wax
a truckload of wax
just a
freightliner of wax
to mend
my brokenness
the “meeting” sign was sweet
and happy
but the view from my side
of their door was
not
so
happy
blood and flesh and hamburgery
was the
viewtaste and feel
from my side of their door
yes
yes
that was a “favorite” part of my day
My friend Suz tagged me. Suzanne and I go way back. High school. We cheered together. Sang in ensemble together… She knew me when my glasses were as big as my face. See. Way. Back.
Since I never pass up an opportunity to talk write about me, I’m-a-gonna give this here Internet 7 very interesting reasons link to me more… to subscribe to my RSS feed… to love me more…
1. Hmmmm…
2. Oh! Um… Hmmmm.
3. Ah! Yes. I… uh….
4. Well, there was that one time that… No… Continue reading ‘Tagged’
Hey party people! If you grabbed your drink and danced under the disco ball 3 posts ago - welcome back! Have a few more strawberries, and plop yourself on the couch. I need to go get some more ice… If you have just gotten here for the party… go here and here. I like to talk so much, I needed two posts. There are still a few days left, and I saw over 1150 folks on the party list… So that means about 1125 of you should still be coming by… right? We have to visit and comment to everyone… right? Right?
If you didn’t come for the party - this is your lucky day! I have laid out quite a spread, and there is enough for everyone.
You know what I forgot though? My youngest’s birthday. She’ll be 3. HER. PARTY. Fortunately, her birthday isn’t until Thursday (yes, THIS Thursday), but I got nuttin’. No hats. No cake plans. No PRESENT! Martha Stewart might take a ruler to my knuckles if she knew.
I feel a little bad for not pondering and planning all the adorable details, but age has…. welll… it’s aged me. My expectations have lowered. So has my bust-line. I’m sorry. That was totally inappropriate. I guess what I am trying to say is this: what used to seem so darned critical, is not so much. The details will come together, and I used to need to create my own invites, create my own cakes, create cute favors, and decorate the living daylights outta any possible decorate-able space. Balloons! Flowers! Streamers! Pirate flags! Kazoos and tablecloths! Olay!
I would love to do that still. I just don’t feel like it is necessary anymore. My sanity, now that’s necessary. I totally enjoy the effort others put into their own kids’ parties, and if that gives them joy, then, “stinkin’ beautiful”! It used to be a joy for me. I sometimes wish it still was.
But something in me changed some where between turning 32 and having a third child. Sanity, perhaps. Maybe when I gave birth to Lucy, my body stopped producing the glue gun hormone and cake decorating hormone that once ran so thick through my veins. I LOVED creating those cakes. Oh, and double sided tape… wonder of all wonders… Fortunately, I am able to live vicariously through my sister-in-law’s mad cake skillz…
And there we go.
Now… This. Is. Cool! I found this necklace at a fun and funky little online shop - Hella Good. I would totally wear this! It must have something to do with the fact that I am reliving my youth… Nah… Pac Man rocks!
Now, would any of you wear this?
Somehow I missed the instruction where one is suppose to introduce oneself. How did I, of all people, miss an opportunity to share about myself? Oh well, this will give me the opportunity to display the other Ultimate Blog Party badge that is oh-so adorable… and it gives me the opportunity to link to myself: click here to read my first Ultimate Blog Party post.
Now, about me. My given name is Jennifer. Some call me that. My common name is Jenny. Most call me that. My lazy name is Jen, and I think it is the sexiest of my 3 names. Anyone is free to call me that *ahem*. My friend Lisa calls me “Fun Jenny” and “Jenny Supa-Star Ingram”. I have even been called “Crazy Jenny”. I think the conversation went something like, “You know ‘Crazy Jenny’! Yeah - 2 arms, 2 legs… yeah! Crazy Jenny!”
I have been married 13 long *breath* years (that’s for you, baby). I have an 8 year-old, a 5 year-old and my youngest will be 3 next week. I thank you for that comforting pat on my shoulder. Yes. I am a brave woman. I am a “SAHM”, and I challenge that I am actually not home all that often.
I am 35 and have braces. Good Times. I turn 36 in October and am declaring 2008 the 20th Anniversary of my 16th Birthday. I like lu-huuuuuv to dance. I have acquired a love for half-marathons and triathlons… something my junior-high self would have never believed.
Is that enough? I just bought 4 bras and 8 pairs of unders yesterday. How’s that?
Enough about me… How about YOU… leave a comment! I promise I’ll return the favor :)
Literally. It’s virtual… because it’s an online party. It is virtually a party, but not in my home. Rather, on my computer - and yours - literally, um… virtually. I’m confused. Maybe I should put down my martini… While I’m setting it down - why don’t you click on that pink box just under this… I’ll wait, but comeback. I’m possessive, and I want you to make a comment. I am also self-absorbed and needy.
I love parties. I love going to them, throwing them, even crashing them. Me? Party? Yes!
So, just as it is fashionably late to arrive to a party… I am arriving to this one late - so as to be accused of being fashionable. Plus, I had a lot to do. Look:
Noble Pig, you have had influence. I bought this bottle based on bottle appeal (look at that monster - he’s cute!), and I read that little info card thing… just like you have suggested. It said something about cherries (yes?) and blackberries (yes?)… If I remember correctly. Anynowho… I like both of those, and red wine when it comes to color (I have so much to learn!). And it was $13ish, about $5 more than I typically spend on a bottle. Enough. Next…
So, I’m a plastic utensil party girl. Sue me. Me and my people don’t have people who serve and clean for us, so… plastic forks it is! Sorry earth. I’ll work on my carbon footprint when I’m not gettin’ my party on.
And there it is… my effort to “bring it” to the Ulitmate Blog Party. Oh, and there are prizes. I never win, but I don’t care. I’m goin’ to a party!
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