Here is yet another post straight from the trenches of my mind, The Butt Series.
Though there are much more pressing and important matters at hand (Internet - it’s tax day in the USofA… My dear, dear friend left today for her new home much too far from me… Sick kids abound… My site is crashing down all around me and there is nary a fix in site), yet I choose to post about an abstract creation of my mind - The Butt Series.
I choose this because it makes me happy. I like butts. Ooh, that didn’t come out right. Aaanywhoo… I liken it to, let’s say…. a kitten. A kitten and a string… mindless silliness. It makes absolutely no sense… what’s so exciting about a string flopping about? But(t), you see it is not about the string, it is about the simple mind of the kitty. And thus, The Butt Series - it makes absolutely no sense… but this is Jenny here. I have a tendency to snort when I laugh and nowhere on this site will you ever find that I have claimed to possess one iota of sense. Go ahead, search “Jenny = 1 iota of sense”. You didn’t find any, did you? See.
So, Katie asks, does this Astro Van make my butt look big?
when my CPA handed me the copies of my tax stuff, but not all the stuff. The packet was missing the “originals” needed to mail to the IRstinkin’S.
Instead of reaching for the “originals”, the gal said, “… We will transmit your return Today”.
I clutched my chest, and I was all, “Whutwhutwhut?”
And she was all, “We’ll transmit your return today.”
And I got all tingly and felt tears fill my over-tired-runnin’-all-over-creation-with-a-sick-kid-eyes… and I was all, “You mean… youyou mean… I don’t…”
And she was all, “Nope, we will transmit them.”
And I was all, “You REALLY mean I don’t have to…to…to…to” And my mind was spinning - I wouldn’t have to sort through the “sign-here” stickies or wait in line on April 14th at the post office, nor would I have to fill out the certified form nor the return receipt form, nor would The 3 Year Old be given another opportunity to prove to the public that her mother has no parenting skillz…
And the clouds parted. Rays of sunlight beamed down… the angels sang from on-high… I may have done a back-flip or a triple lutz, and it is even possible everyone in the office heard me yodel.
Casey was in town - packing up the last of her home - so she could move far away from Me. *Pout* Since she was back, we had to have our third “last dance”…*Woot!*
This picture was from another time we got our groove on… I did take my camera last night, but I forgot to break it out. I was too busy dancing!
Continue reading ‘More Dancing’
8 weeks to My first event of the season. 8 weeks… I am having trouble following any particular “plan” because the schedule of My life won’t allow me to make it fit, and my left knee isn’t cooperating either.
Now, I am a “plan” kinda gal, so I do have a “plan” it’s just kinda in my head, and it changes from day to day. I have to be creative and flexible. My plan includes this: when doing any cardio (run/cycle/elliptical), I am learning to focus on keeping a pace I can maintain for 2 hours - even if I’m not running/cycling/ellipting for 2 hours. I was making efforts to increase speed, but I am noticing it is creating issues for my knee. I am coming to the conclusion that being able to finish many events in the future means not finishing them lickety-split.
I need to keep my priorities in order. Continue reading ‘Training Wrap-Up - Week 2′
I am ruined. Ruined I tell you. Completely ruined. I used to be innocent. I used to be blissfully ignorant. I used to be young But now… but now…
Two words. Two little words have been forever changed for me. When I hear them, I giggle like a junior high-er who’s teacher just said, “S-E-X”. When I come across either of these two words I giggle and giggle and giggle and there doesn’t seem to be anything I can do about it. Remember Pavlov and the dog and the bell and salivation. Think Jenny and these two words and giggling and more giggling.
First word. 2 syllables: “BUSINESS”
One night I was watching SNL. They did a little spoof on the robot vacuum - the Roomba. Only their product was called the Woomba. I am so ashamed, I can’t even embed the video, you’re gonna have to go there. I just can’t bring myself to do it…
Aaanynowhoos. So. There. When I hear the word “business” I giggle. When I saw this Costco business delivery truck (I am giggling!)… I giggled.
Second Word. 1 syllable: “JUNK”
Yes, there is a theme. I can’t heard this word without, well, giggling. Pastor, can you please refrain from using the word “junk” in your sermons. I. Am. Not. Kidding.
Friends, try not to tell me that you need to move your junk or get rid of your junk or haul your junk to the dump. It. Is. Just. Too. (*heh*) Much. If you don’t know what I mean - it has to do with some show… or was it a movie… Guys hurt themselves in ridiculous ways. It’s a show I have not seen even part of the way through because I have a very sensitive gag reflex. Not kidding. Also, I just can’t bring myself to spread the linky love… not to their junk…. heh, I couldn’t help myself.
And there you have it. Probably one two of my most shameful secrets.
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Today marks the day of my official re-entry into “training”… today Katie and I tackled our 6 mile run. We ran some hills, but didn’t push it. We finished in a little over an hour… which translates to 10 minute miles, plus a bit. Not fast, but a completed goal… we are both warming back up to the idea of our “long run” mornings. Next week - we’ll cover 7.
Part of the joy of running, for me, is Continue reading ‘The Stomach Ache’
Am I a lucky girl or what? I get to be a part of Jen Singer’s book blog tour… or blog book tour… yeah - that! I get to review her newest book: You’re A Good Mom (and your kids aren’t so bad either): 14 Secrets to Finding Happiness Between Super Mom and Slacker Mom.
I first “met” Jen when I happened upon a blog she wrote awhile back - No Frills Women… One read and I was hooked… since then I’ve followed her around, but not too close. I’m no stalker. At least I’d never admit it. Continue reading ‘You’re A Good Mom’
Um. Can somebody please tell me where I put my crown? I can’t find my crown! I. Need. My. Crown. **slams sceptor**
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That’s what happens when one is so popular. We get tagged - right? Remember the playground in grade school - always chasing after the cute boy. I liked Ronnie D******. I got to dance with him on the sombrero in second first first or second grade. He was my partner for our Cinco de Mayo school celebration. He was the cutest little chubby guy… the sweetest smile… I liked MichaeI T***** too. I thought he looked like Elvis… hunka hunka burnin’ love… I digress…
This kind of tag is different though. I am not a cute boy… Continue reading ‘Tiggity - Tagged’
Moms, do you ever find yourself mindlessly filling the role as “Mom”. Let me explain. I find I will answer “no” just because it is “what I do”. I wonder how much of my mothering happens while I am on “autopilot”. I suspect the mom my kids get is more “autopilot” than the super-present “mom” I feel I ought to be. Some of it is born out of survival, and some of it has grown out of habit. Continue reading ‘Room Rules’
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