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Anticlimactic Piercing Tale and A Plate of Oreos

Alright already! I did it I did it! It’s true!

No. I didn’t eat this entire plate of Oreos… nor am I saying I didn’t want to. It was “bring some cookies to the awards night thing” at Awana last week. It is no secret that I love Oreos. I could have sent the bag of Oreos and saved a paper plate. However, I didn’t want to send an OPENED bag of Oreos. Due to the fact I have very little restraint when it comes to the Power of The Oreo, the bag was opened and missing cookies before the event. And a mother’s share (7) cookies were ingested with much delight.

This post is not actually about Oreos.

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Perhaps

I have been a bit superficial lately, what with dancing and general silliness and all. I know. Sometimes, digging into the emotional recesses of oneself can… well… can be not so much fun. I abhor conflict and find that I dodge stress like a pro-dodgeball playa. I think I may have been blog-living this credo: “If I don’t write it, I don’t have to deal with the crap.” *Ahem* Avoidance therapy, anyone? Apparently, avoidance ain’t no free ticket outta “Gotta Deal With It Land”.

Take for example, religion… I am a Christian. Did you know that? How far do I go into my relationship with God before this social platform blows up in my face… I’ve read comments on other blogs, and my physical heart doesn’t not take too kindly to what some people think is OK to say. 

How about politics? I know I will be sitting in the nosebleed section of this arena when it comes to my blog home. “Oh Great - 2008″. Ugh. I will tell you this - not only am I a Christian, I am a Republican. I know - summa ya’lls skin is crawling. You don’t have to tell me that though :)

Death and Life. There have been significant losses in this last year, and I just can’t seem to get it out right here. I think it bothers some who know about these losses… How can she be so silly? How can she be so light-hearted? 

I don’t know how to answer that. I am a SAHM with 3 young children… life and pressure and expectations abound… demands pull at me nearly minute by minute - however small, they are constant. CONSTANT. Laughter and light-heartedness are hard to come by if I don’t create it… make space and shove it in.  

Where on earth am I going with this? I have no idea. I hesitate to get religious because of the controversy. I hesitate to get political for the same reason. I hesitate to write my grocery list because I don’t even want to look at that boring compilation of letters. Do ya’ll REALLY want to read about our doctors visit, and how many minutes it took to get from “Point A” to “Point B”, and how my hair got flat in the drizzle, and how I changed a diaper at 2 p.m.? That’s why the internet created Twitter

It has come to my attention that certain reader circles want more… some want less… some want different. It has come to my attention I have let myself stay under the covers and it seems some of me has changed. Actually, I believe the focus for this blog has changed, and I hope it always will. It’s organic that way. It is about life. It (this blog) ages as I age, as my children age… Changes just like the seasons… except I’m pretty sure my blog changes won’t fit in perfect 3 month cycles. Maybe more like 28 day cycles… haha… humor… 

For me, the beauty of blogging is the process. Redefining. Reshaping. Discovering… one’s style, one’s passions, one’s fears, one’s insecurities, one’s strengths. In this process we get to meet others who can encourage, and hopefully we get to be the ones TO encourage. We grow - and watch others grow. I am growing. I am changing. I want to hold back, but maybe I need to let go… 

Gah. I’m too tired for this.

Confession - My Nose

I want a ring in it. No, not “tribal”, but just a small shiny thing. Small. Really tiny, but sparkly.

I worry about what the neighbors would think, what my friends who are parents of teenagers would think, what the new mommies I am making friends with would think, what the pastors would think, what the older women I admire and consider mentors would think… 

Why do I want one? I’m not even really sure. I think they are cute and fun and daring. I have not met one little nose stud I have not admired.

I have elements of cuteness and funness, but daring… not so much. I follow rules, whether stated or implied. In my life, a nose ring is an implied “no”.

One time, in high school… I got one of those magnetic studs and put it in my nose (I suppose I have always had interest, just not nerve, nor - in this instance, sense)… Yeah. The magnet part got stuck up my nose and I had to leave class to blow it out - REALLY hard.

I know I don’t want a magnetic nose ring.

Also, I am not a “I’m gonna do what I gotta do for me”, kind of gal. So… to me, others matter. Not so much in the little things… but more the big things. Is this a big thing or a little thing? I just don’t know! Am I thinking too much? That’s funny. The word “thinking” implies one has a brain, and me - brain… again - not so much.

Then there’s my husband. He  is all over it. LUUUUUVS the idea. 

I still don’t know why am actually struggling over this. Maybe it’s because, unlike when I was 16 - I actually have a choice now. I have power. I can choose to do it or not to do it. Wow.

“Aaaaaaand, FREEZE!”

Dear Olivia,

That is what I wanted to command you to do on your birthday. I close my eyes. I pray this vision of you on your sixth birthday is seared into the “forever” part of my memory:

You were walking down the Sunday School hallway at church. You and G. were walking shoulder to shoulder. Your pink, sparkly giggles bounced off the walls. Your smiles were as big and as spectacular rainbows. You were giddy… overwhelmed… pleased as punch. You practically hovered above the ground due to the Power of the Awesomeness of Turning 6. You were wearing new birthday gear: a pink headband with girlie-colored polka dots, 2 black-flower-shaped-clips with “diamonds”, both of your new necklaces, a ring, an oversized $5 gold lame’ purse stuffed with your new felt coloring tablet, a swirly 4 color dress, pink flip-flops with sparkles, a missing top-front tooth, AND newly pierced ears. Looking at you would make the Disney corporation green with envy - because, little girl - You. Were. IT. If ever there was “money”, girl, YOU were “money”. I’ll explain later…

I remember looking down… watching you giggle with your friend. I knew I was frantically taking in fleeting precious moments I would never embrace again. I couldn’t breathe in deep enough nor look hard enough to keep your excitement of “Being Six”… frozen in time. As I embraced the flutter of you girls chatting and giggling, you spouted with such ovewhelming spirit,

I. can’t. believe. THAT I’M SIX!!!

Neither. Can. I…

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Make Me Laugh Monday

Now who doesn’t like to laugh? Even evil villains like to get their laugh on… they just laugh at different stuff than the rest of us. Oh, and their laughs are all sinister-y… but still. Everyone enjoys a good laugh! Based on this theory… *which I have not scientifically tested - due the fact I don’t have the time nor interest, plus I pride myself in my innate ability to make hasty generalizations*… I decided to join in on the fun at Absolutely Bananas!

Aaaaaand <scene>

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I am

exhaussssssssssssssss….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………….. *snort*

SoHo Nice To Meet You

Not you, you un-kept heathen toes!

Good gracious of all! Cover yourselves!

It looks like it’s been over 3 years since you’ve pedi-cured.

Oh, it has? I’m good.

What’s up with that toe?

…The one wearing that cool ring…

Running did that?

What’s that? That toe hasn’t kept a toenail in 2 years?

Gross. Freakish.

Now that is MUCH better…

Feel free to flip your flops.

It is SoHo Nice To Meet You…

Yes, that is my favorite OPI color too…

 

05.02.08 - Fridge Friday

Let’s play a little, shall we? The direction of this post was influenced by a comment someone made on another Fridge Friday post. I “met” Liz when I visited this post of hers. It’s a great post - it’s about hit counters and page views.. and such…  Anyway - the comment she left me read:

… This picture of your fridge . . . ha ha. You know in the UK (typically) we don’t have fridges like yours - much more modest - yours appears to have TWO doors and an interior like Aladdin’s Cave…

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TWITTERpated

All ya’ll. I went and done sumpen I swored I’d never do. I joined Twitter. Uh-huh. I did.

I was all, “No way. I don’t need another sumpen-sumpen pulling at my time. Twitter is ridiculous.”

Then my husband got Twitterized, and I was all, “Wuz up witdat?”

Then I got all jealous-like, cuz I started thinkin’ I was missing out. I am not a big fan of “missin’ out”.

Then I decided it’s OK to miss out.

Then I started worrying someone would decide “Jennyonthespot” would be the cutest Twitter id name EVER.

So I joined. My id: Jennyonthespot. It’s mine, all mine…..

Now, I need to follow people. Do you Twitter? Would you like to add me to your following? Would you like me to follow you? Take some time, you really should give this some thought. 

 

A Local Band

My man and I saw a band with some friends not too long ago… I wrote about it here. Word on the street was, Blozulfog-n-Me landed a spot in the photo montage on their MySpace page. 

Upon hearing this news, I lunged at My computer to check on My reputation. Nothing inappropriate happened, but Holy Schnikey’s of all Creation! I have braces and a decent picture with these bad boys are few and far between. I was prayin’ they didn’t catch me in “a moment” where I was lookin’ all “Silence of the Lambs”ish. This look happens. All. The. Time. Braces do my face/smile no favors. AND I tend to dance with my mouth open. I can’t help it. An abundance of oxygen in necessary to bust a proper move. A girl has gotta get air!

So here’s the pic:

Great Laudations! No brace-face, nor arm wag! Instead you see: Blozulfog on the left and Jennyonthespot on the right. Blozulfog has such great hair - gorgeous red and curly. It looks like Blozulfog is clapping. Oh, Clapping - that’s good dance floor stuff right thar. I look like I am whistling. No… Wait… I can’t whistle with my fingers… Does that mean I am picking my nose? Awesome.

Maybe I was playing the air tambourine. I play a WICKED air tambourine… Yeah, let’s go with that…