Without whip cream, of course…
All this double-blending left me asking myself,
“Does this mini-carousel carnival horsie make my butt look big?”
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a few (40) search keyphrases that have lead searchers to jennyonthespot… Since people are searching, I feel compelled to provide answers. I am so “Yoda” sometimes.
1. http //www.jennyonthespot.com/ - Hello there. You came to the right place.
2. jenny on the spot - That would be Me.
3. jenny - Still Me.
4. national city mortgage complaints - Complaints about this company should be spilling all over the internet. This mortgage group has got some serious-bad business skillz. Wear garlic around your neck and carry a stake if you ever have the misfortune of getting tangled with these people.
5. chocolate peanut butter donuts - A.K.A. Chovannah… A.K.A. “Da Shizzle” from a local bakery - but only on weekends!
6. how to be a happy good mom- see #5 & #7
7. oreos - see #6
Olivia cried early this morning, “The Tooth Fairy didn’t come!!!”
That darned tooth had been hanging for weeks. The Tooth Fairy SHOULD NOT have missed her delivery. Plus, Olivia just broke her wrist - the Tooth Fairy should never miss visiting the 6-year-old-girl with lopsided ponytails and a broken wrist.
Joel added from across the hall, “Yeah! Hey MOM! Remember the time the Tooth Fairy forgot to come for FOUR NIGHTS?!!!”
Yeah. She remembers. Maybe the Tooth Fairy should start depositing the cash straight into the kids’ therapy fund.
So, I have been posting a buncha garbage about this thing I call “training”. I have a half-marathon I intend to complete in a few weeks and I do not want to be unprepared - so I “train”.
But I’ve been thinking lately. I am keeping track of my “physical” preparations, but not my “ingestive” preparations. Basically: if I really look at what I have been eating the last number of weeks, one might think I am actually training for a hot dog eating contest.
Not kidding.
Or a latte’ drinking contest.
Or a sugar-rush contest.
A cookie eating contest?
But not a half-marathon.
Oh well. At least I’m honest.
What to post… what to post… Well, there was this morning when I was kissing my husband goodbye for the day. We were kinda flirting and mid-flirt I noticed a little toothpaste residue on the corner of his mouth…
Then… I “Mommed” my husband. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout. Without a hesitation, pause or moment of question I licked my finger and tried to wipe clean the corner of MY HUSBAND’S MOUTH! He jerked back and said, “Dude! Did you just “Mom” me???!!!” I was all, “Uh.. Dude! I totally just “Mommed” you!” While laughing and gagging he said, “I guess there’s your Make Me Laugh Monday.” He is so supportive.
Also, I have the following picture. Our Viking Fest and parade was this weekend. I had to walk with my girls with their little cheer group, so I gave strict instructions to my husband to get a picture of the Shriners. Those guys have no shame, and are my favorite parade participants. They wear more bling than, well, just look… Without further ado, my favorite Shriner:
Is that a belly-button ring? He is so cool.
It has been a full weekend for this family of 5. An all family birthday party with The Blozulfogs, a kid’s road race (a 50 yard dash), a carnival complete with a ferris wheel and carousel ride and small stuffed teddy bears, a parade, the hottest day of 2008 (to date), a few hours kickin’ it slip-side on the local dock eatin’ elephant ears, funnel cake and cotton candy with family, Sunday school teachin’, yet another birthday party (a “a disco sparkle” party no less)… all topped off with *drum roll*… A fractured wrist!
All of our commitments and plans for our weekend of fun and more fun had come to an end. The afternoon was coming to an end. I had begun to think about what we would eat for dinner… Joel came into the house and said Olivia had fallen off the monkey bars and was crying. Dadddy went to check things out.
A half hour of crying later, we decided to seek professional help. By 5 we walked into the emergency room. By 5:30 Olivia had a bed in the hall. By 6 the x-ray tech had Olivia saying “cheese” for the picture :) By 6:59 the doctor gave us the news - a fracture of the wrist. By 7:3something-or-other Olivia and I were headed to Dairy Queen for dinner and ice cream… complete with wrapped arm and sling.
The girl did great. But she was a sight to behold sitting in that DQ. Not only was she eating a hot dog with one hand, she was eating it with one hand and one front tooth miserably loose. She was still dressed in her sparkly dress and shoes from the party earlier - and some sparkles still glistened in her hair… that loose tooth just flipped about as she negotiated the hot dog one-handedly.
When I tucked Joel into bed tonight - I found him crying. He was so sad and angry that his sister got hurt. He actually ripped his bedspread a little. Poor guy… precious guy. He may torment her regularly, but nothing/no one else better mess with her!
Tomorrow, I call the doctor. She gets to wear a cast for - oh - 2 months… ya know… now that it’s almost summer and all. Oh, and the cheer class that starts tomorrow… I’ll be asking for our money back.
Boring documentation of my training ahead. This is mostly for my own reference for future training plans. Pardon the numerical regurgitation…
Alrighty folks. There’s the fridge. I am feeling uninspired. This state of uninspiration has been exacerbated by a very long, but very nice day… further exacerbated by the fact I must wake up at the butt-crack of dawn to do an 11 mile training run… and I wonder what devil hath besieged my good sense.
The house is falling apart (dishes, laundry, general organization that aids in sanity), and tomorrow will be an equally busy, yet wonderful day… so will the next day. And here on a Friday night I already worry if the children will have clean clothes for school on Monday - yet I am blogging. Priorities - ehh?
This brings me to a question - would anyone like to be a guest fridge next week? Or the next? Or the next? My fridge always has milk and various leftovers. Occasionally, one will find time, a crown, or treasures… but really… It’s fun to change things up… remember last week? That was fun!
OK, if you have issues with incontinence - either go empty your bladder or put on a pair of Depends…
*waiting…whistling*
Ya ready? A special thank you to Derfwad Manor for introducing me to this video. It makes my abs muscles seize-up every time I watch it.
As if that isn’t enough… You MUST watch this one too. It is short, and if your humor is at all off-kilter like mine… just watch:
I chose to wear a skirt today (nothing fancy, a sweatpant-material skirt). The weather people promised sun. But when I awoke this morning… no sun.
***Now, I have been faithfully applying my Jergens Natural Glow lotion (also clinically proven to firm skin! *sha-right*) to hide my pasty Pacific Northwest whiteness… I have been anticipating the day the sun would shine. It is May after all… Crimony! I believed if I just wore the skirt and showed my artificially tannish legs - the power of the two would make the sun burn away the gray clouds. After a number of chilly-legged hours this a.m… the power of my skirt and the glow of my legs burned away the chill and gloom! Yay Me!***
Upon seeing my bare legs for the first time in, oh, her memory (she’s only 3)… she said, “I don’t like that girt (skirt) Mama.”
“What?” I paused… dare I ask? I dared. *cringing…eye twitching*
“Why?” I asked aloud, and inside my head I pleaded, “Please don’t say I look gross, please don’t say my legs look disgusting….”
Lucy answered, “Because ore (your) naked.”
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I do not take many showers alone. C’mon folks - I have a 3 year old daughter! She often strips down, tells me she needs a shower too, breaks out the scrubber brush and cleans my shower while I shower not alone. To her - the shower is Mommy’s territory. I do love me my shower and I work hard to make it happen almost everyday. Sure, there are better things I could be doing - like dishes or blogging, but this girl needs to get her shower on. I’m nicer that way.
Just had to set the stage… Now, Daddy usually gets alone shower time. We all are most comfortable with that, but if one has ever met a 3-year-old, one is aware of the fact that boundaries are not an innate character trait in these littlest of people.
One recent morning, Lucy decided to check on Daddy - in the shower. She said,
Are you taking Mommy’s shower?
That’s my girl - protecting Mommy’s territory from the yucky boys.
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