Uh! Mah! Gah! My sister-in-law started a blog!
*** breathing in paper bag ***
She is so friggin’ cool-tastic! I mean, if we weren’t SISTER-in-laws, it’d be like we were sisters or somethin’. I mean, it’s almost freakish how similar we are. Freakish.
Like, I named my son Joel, then 3 years later she named her son Cole. It’s crazy how we have the same taste like that. I mean - you should hear it when our families get together. I call “Joel!!!!!” and Cole comes running. Someone will call “COLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and instead Joel tears into the room. Our family is so much fun, and most of it is because of Kerry.
At least that’s what SHE thinks. I know that if it wasn’t for me, life for all of “them” would play out in shades of brown. But shhhhh, don’t tell her I said that. I like to let her think it’s all about her, when it really is all about me - JENNYonthespot. Shhhhh, it’s our little secret…
Anywho… Kerry has started a new blog. And, I must admit - it really is genius. Pure genius. From the look… to every letter of it’s content. Genius. Sh to the izzle. I’ll give her that. I will give her that…
Oh, yeah - click here to check her out :)
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The view from our room - if you stand on the balcony and look left… Times Square-ish!
When we were there, we really only ate 2 meals each day…. brunch and dinner. It was such a treat to sleep in and not have to make breakfast or fill sippy cups or anything! Look at those happy, well-rested faces!
I had an omelette and a very satisfying mocha. Prolly one of the best I’ve had the pleasure to drink. I don’t know if it was the coffee, the chocolate or the fact that we got a table right on the street… I felt so “city”.
Continue reading ‘More about my weekend in The Big Apple’
I am skimming the edge of the day here. It’s 11:21 in the p.m. as I begin this post. But I MUST get this up! For, Jenny 867-5309 has taken some pictures of her fridge and has graciously offered to share them with you… with me… with US!!!
Oooh - shiny!
JenGi says, “A little too clean, ay? Just don’t look at the sides.”
Before I post any further, let me fess-up. JenGi… Where do you live? Somewhere South, yes? I think the synapses in my brain have quit firing. I’d feel ashamed if I wasn’t so derned tired!
Continue reading ‘06.27.08 - (Guest) Fridge Friday’
I deeply appreciate each one of your comments from yesterday’s post. I covet your prayers, not just for me, but for the families and individuals mentioned.
Today my friend’s son had a second test which confirmed the news no one wanted. Saving the long details, her 7 year old son will need to go on heart medication for a condition her husband has had open heart surgery for… We all just want a miraculous healing.
And yet it seems that in the midst of sorrow and pain - joy is born. Literally.
My very dear friend’s daughter was born yesterday - healthy and without complication despite the possibility that the baby may have had Downs. I didn’t get the message until this morning. I cried. And then cried more… but with a heart of joy. My friend and her husband decided not to pursue further testing - their daughter would be their much adored and precious daughter… no matter…
And then… today, another friend had her healthy daughter.
2 healthy baby girls! 2! In 2 days!!!
*** Psst… come closer… but if I can be completely honest, I am glad it’s THOSE families with a newborn and not me! I am really enjoying sleeping through the night! ***
Again, thank you for taking the time to share words of encouragement… for taking time to share and love and pray.
My head has been spinning. My house is a wreck. I am more behind than ever on feed-reading :)… And my email inbox is bursting at the seams.
Yet my kids and I have been to the park 3 days in a row - to play and soak up the sun… instead of clean… and the bills are paid through the end the month.
:)
Posting today is a struggle. One reason is - utter physical exhaustion. I feel like I am participating in a relay obstacle course… except there’s no one to tag to go to the next obstacle. I just tag myself and keep going.
Another reason is burden. Sadness. In May my husband’s uncle was killed in a motorcycle accident… which brought up latent sorrow from his dad’s death last September. I just can’t seem to bring myself to write about any of it. Not that I need to, but at times I feel like I am not being honest with those who read this… I tend to shove the more painful stuff aside and dig into utter silliness. I suppose it’s my way of coping…. maybe escaping.
I saw a grandpa-type-man today and thought of my father-in-law. The man was wearing a goofy old-man hat. I looked twice because I could imagine Jim wearing that along with his warm, loving smile.
Continue reading ‘Not a happy post today’
the other day… To the 2-4 year old class. There were 10 of Them. Ten. My chest hurts thinking about it.
I got my degree in Social Studies. I received a teaching credential to teach at the secondary level. I actually taught high school for a whole year. I decided to teach youth because I was afraid of little people. I was afraid of - Yard. Duty. If I wanted to be a bouncer, I’d have worked at a bar.
You know what I think? I think pubescent lunacy is tame compared to… to… Preschoolers. In. Sunday. School. I’m quivering.
How the hockey sticks does classroom management work in Sunday School? Can you give a detention to a 2 year old in Sunday School? Not so mauch. Where’s the principal? Back up! I need back up!
Continue reading ‘I taught Sunday school’
![](http://www.jennyonthespot.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/piratejoel-408x600.jpg "\\"pirate\\" joel")
I love you… So. Much. I love you even though 9 years ago today I experienced he greatest amount of physical pain I will ever experience in my entire life… but that’s a whole other story that I will have to tell you when you are much older… Like when you are 16 and want us to buy you a car and I will tell you about… “all the pain you put me through when you were born… I can’t believe you would ask anything more from your bless-ed mother…”
Continue reading ‘My boy.’
If I had the hard cold cash, or room in my budget to make the monthly payment on a credit plan… I would totally get my tummy “done”.
After gaining 50+ pounds in each of my 3 pregnancies, and then losing 50+ pounds three times… Miss Belly just couldn’t handle the pressure. All that stretching… well, stretched her to her limits and she’s just never been the same. Poor girl. And it seems I do have a threshold when it comes to public humiliation, so I will refrain from posting a picture or explaining further. Our lives will just be better that way.
Let me just say this, I am so grateful for clothes. Clothes = a really good thing. Oh, and layering rocks. It’s “camouflage” on a whole other level… “fashiou-flage”, if you will.
Anyways, I’d TOTALLY cosmesurgetize my bellyness. I know - I should be proud of who I am… “work it”… “own it”… be proud of my womanity… yadda, yadda, yadda…
I guess without a tummy fixin’ I could be a model…
***water spewing from nose***
I mean, they hire people who just pose for “before” pictures, right???
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Joel’s 2nd grade end of the year bowling and pizza field trip. This was his “team”.
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