Blogger, mother, dreamer, swimmer, biker, runner, coffee-drinking mistress of silliness… all in exciting Kitsap County!
As of today, www.jennyonthespot.com has been in existence for FOUR YEARS. Four! Years!
…and 708 posts…
There is so much I could write, but with 708 posts in archive… maybe I’ve said enough, at least until tomorrow.
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Alright. I have been so focused on the 20th anniversary of my 16th birthday - which is only 6 months away… that my husbands special day has somehow slipped through the cracks. Kind of.
Soon (next week), we will head to Seattle for a burger and a beer and then a Mariner’s game… the kids brought him a monster-sized bowl of Reese’s cereal this morning, complimented by a cup of Sprite and a green apple. Yum. I arrived home shortly after (I had to get my work-out on!) and brought him biscuits and gravy from the grocery store. Truth be told, the B & G are really good, and I can’t make gravy, plus all that frying sausage-n-such makes me smell like… um… sausage. Not my best fragrance.
So, baby, happy birthday from your tired wife. Thank you for giving me room to not be on the ball. This day is more important to me than I let on. Where would I be without you? Part of the reason I love you so much is you don’t get all “chick” on me and start whining about “Where’s the romance?…. Where’s the excitement?!”
I guess that’s a really good side-effect of being as old (37) as you are… you don’t sweat the small stuff. Romance - pleh. Excitement - psha. A good night’s sleep…. NOW that’s what’s important to an old (37) guy :)
Look, isn’t he cute - all threatenin’ to NOT fix my computer, but actually he’s fixin’ my computer. He’s funny that way. Old guys (37) are funny that way.
Oooh - you can’t keep your eyes offa this. Shame on you.
In case it isn’t obvious, I am all about me. Me this. Me that. Me here. Me there. Me, me, me, me, me! This blog… M.E. Me.
It make perfect sense that every night before I go to sleep I research Me on the internet, just to make sure there is enough Me to go around. There isn’t. I must be a hot commodity, ‘cuz I am hard to find. But one night I did find some fascinating information about Me - some new, some old. Want Me to tell you? Well, since you asked… Continue reading ‘All About “Jennifer Ingram”’
How’s that for a scintillating title? Heh - I just used a word with 4 syllables. Awesome.
So, it is with a lack of fervor, pride, inspiration and direction I write this post. I intend to summarize my training each week. I strive to inspire, discourage, and confuse as many unsuspecting readers as possible. Oh. And probably Bore. You. To. Death. Today, in particular I am feeling a bit uninspired as far as my training goes - and not sure how to post the info in a way that doesn’t suck. Maybe I need to adopt a small mascot… mascots make everything more fun. Yes?
Without further ado… Continue reading ‘Training Wrap-Up - Week 1′
One would think that when a woman gives birth to a baby boy, not only should she come home with large gauze undies, witch hazel spray, a bundle of joy, a heart full of content, discharge papers, the Apgar score, after birth pains, and an unrealistically romantic view of mothering… she should also go home with a seamless toilet.
No, not for her. For. Her. Soon. To. Be. Potty. Trained. Little. Boy. The time between the newborn stage and being able to wee wee in the potty goes fast. The hospital doesn’t send papers about that.
Little Boys have been given special parts that make it negotiable whether the pee lands IN or ON or AROUND the toilet. Target practice at it’s finest. What amazes me is is this - why do toilets have so many d*** crevices? Where’s my Wonder Twin?
Wonder Twin Powers ACTIVATE!
SHAPE OF… teeniest, yet most absorbent, most antibacterial q-tip EVER!
FORM OF…. most bendable person EVER!
OR, a seamless toilet. If they can make seamless panties… c’mon!
I gotta share something with you. I’ve never done it, but I wanna… It’s called “threading”. Go ahead - look. I promise it is not offensive. But if you like “offensive”, then… maybe it is…
A very special thanks to The Swanky Blog for possibly changing my facial-hair life… Threading! It’s crazy! Google - here I come. I gotta find somebody - there is work to be done.
My laptop has been a bit jealous of all the attention my fridge has been getting lately. Ya wanna know what she did? She busted out some sorta html Ninja move. Somehow she ended up in my fridge! Look - I even took a picture of it to prove it really happened! How ’bout that. It’s a regular miracle!
Heh- there’s an Apple in my fridge! There’s an Apple in my fridge!
Here’s a closer look:
Oh, how sweet… she’s even reading my blog. Good laptop… But watch it sister, you better keep yer keys offa my cookie dough. Ope! Don’t you go offline on me… while I’ll…
Excuse me. I have to go nip this little attitude in the bud stem.
7 a.m. Tomorrow morning. The Today Show.
NKOTB is in the plazaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
NKOTB? Hello! New Kids on the Block!
I feel so dumb right now. It’s bad enough that I am sincerely excited. It’s bad enough that I am SO gonna record it. But, I’ve hit a new low. How juvenile? … Blogging about a boy band that’s not a boy band is a man band? There’s no way to make it sound O.K. Continue reading ‘All Ya’ll’
Does this propane tank make my butt look big?
Excuse me. I need some tissue, and a glass of water please…
There. Now that I’ve had a moment to compose myself. I can make this very important announcement:
*gasp*
I think I need a paper bag. Breathe, breathe, breathe…
I received the airline confirmation yesterday, and it moved me to tears. My heart raced and I wept.
Jen and I have been hoping dreaming plotting to go since we discovered we were going to do everything in our power to make it happen. With a little creativity, hours searching online for babes for a hotel in our price-range, phone calls full of squeals reminiscent of our pre-pubescent period, and her generous offer to let me use her airline credit for MY ticket…. Bippity, Boppity, Boo… 5 days with my life long friend/college roomie who I haven’t see in… oh… 11, maybe 12 years?
The details are coming together:
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