Jenny On the Spot: Caffeinated mom, lover of dancing, glitter and glitter.

To bed by 10:30 Saturday night and up by 3:50 Sunday morning.

So began my quest to the finish line.

I heated up my oatmeal, brewed the coffee, and headed out the door. Ran back in. It was pretty warm outside (in the PNW in NOVEMBER) and I grabbed a tank top.

I met Katie, her hubby and her son at their house and we piled into their car to race to the ferry.

Before we left the driveway I spilled coffee down the front of me.

Soaked through 3 layers.

Continue reading ‘The Tale of My 5th Half-Marathon’

This should post at 7:00 a.m. PST. That is one half-hour before the start time for the Seattle Half Marathon…

And I will be there, beneath the clouds and “shadow” of the Space Needle. Running in some manner of run-ness. I may will Tweet. I may Whrrl.

Right now I should be in bed. It’s 10:14. I have to get up at 3:50.

Made out of not smart.

My oatmeal is made (will reheat it in the morning). The coffee is set to go. I have my Gu and electrolyte tabs packed… My crazy? Got that too. I never leave home without that. I have a bit of a sore throat and feel I am on the verge of getting more sick.

But I will “run”.

Wish me luck. I ate a donut for dinner. Ummm… maybe couldya wish me luck again?

I should be asleep… but no. I blog and screw around to nab a pre-race pic in Photo Booth. Priorities people. I am a blogger first.

**********

Keep up on the ridiculous, the insightful, the always digressive…

Get Jenny On The Spot by RSS or EMAIL

Follow JOTS on Twitter, join the Facebook Fan Page and/or Networked Blogs!

So. My friend Jyl… you know — JYL. Like, Mom It Forward Jyl… she tagged me. We were all runnin’ around my yard. She was laughing, I was laughing. We were having the time of our lives! But then I tripped on one of our kids the kiddie pool a blackberry bramble and wouldn’tyouknow she caught me and I was hencetoforth “tagged”. She got spray paint ALL OVER my face.

I was crying laughing so hard she couldn’t hear me beg for mercy, “I am not a freeway underpass! I am not a freeway underpass!” But she just kept tagging me… laughing, laughing, laughing…

Jyl is such a happy person.

It all happened.

Really.

OR she tagged me for a meme. You choose your own truth.

Win a Sleighful of Gifts!

Continue reading ‘Wishy Wishy!’

Happy Thanksgiving! Let’s not forget the real meaning of Thanksgiving… to remember our forefathers that came across on the Cauliflower…

I mean Mayflower… and their union with the natives of this land as they worked hard to play nice.

And also, do you this this 9×13 of brownies will make my butt look big?

Much love,

Jenny <3

Ruh-roh.

So I wrote this one post yesterday. About words that make me feel uncomfortable. Or adolescenty. Or giggly. Perhaps even gaggy.

When I write these posts, any post really… It is usually late at night when my will has been broken and my judgement has been compromised. And through the awesome power of exhaustion I often crack myself up until I cry and then I wake up in the morning and akks mahself, “What was that all about?” But it’s too late and I leave it there.

And then… EVERYONCEINAWHILE… my IRL calls me out. Takes me off the bench and puts me on the plate.

Except, my IRL is throwing balls to a girl who is playing Barbies. Basically.
Continue reading ‘When My “Online” Gets Called Out by My “In Real Life”’

We all have them. Certain words that creep us out or make us snort and giggle like we did back in driver’s ed and science class… back when simple words like “period” were dirty and worthy of a good “snicker”.

Yet, I had no idea the bevy of words I that would forever be ruined… when I grew up. Who knew my adult mind would evolve to such lowly immaturities. Or perhaps my understanding has evolved so much I am wise beyond my years.

Don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m saying. Don’t be a hater. You and me? We are more alike than you… No. That’s not true. I suppose I feel a little guilty.

You see, if my word list keeps growing at the rate is has been… I will be limited to speaking only articles and prepositions… incidentally, that brings me to my first word:

10. PREPOSITION

9. FAMISHED

8. FOLD

7. SHAMMY

6. MOIST

5. COMMANDER

4. COIFFEUR

3. SEPTIC SYSTEM

2. CREVICE

2. SALVE

2. POINSETTIA

1. BUSINESS, JUNK, TOOL andthelike.

I. Uh. Ermmmm…

The End.

*For more “mature” reading material you can hop on over to:

• My guest post at Indie Biz Chicks thankful stuffs…
• Or to Mom on the Spot where I curse the evil nature of chestnuts. Some people bring light to world issues. I fight with inanimate objects – and LOSE!
• Of course, there is always the video of this snickering inaction, thanks to good friends like my Lisa:

**********

Keep up on the ridiculous, the insightful, the always digressive…

Get Jenny On The Spot by RSS or EMAIL

Follow JOTS on Twitter, join the Facebook Fan Page and/or Networked Blogs!

In a manner of speaking. My son (10) knows.

Well, he knows about the Tooth Fairy. He’s suspected for awhile. The last tooth he lost (a couple months ago), he handed me his tooth and stated, “Here’s my tooth. You can just give me the money now. I know you are the Tooth Fairy.”

Immediately, I grabbed that boy by the collar, clenched my teeth and ordered in that deliberate way only moms can delver a message, “You. Will. NOT. Say. A. WORD. To. Your. SISTERS. Gotit? GOTITBUDDY?!!!”

I believe he has already picked out Santa’s casket.

Enter today. He came home from school and told me he lost another tooth at school. Actually, he handed me a tooth in an envelope and said, “Here’s your bill.”

He is such a stinker. Makes me love him more.

This is the conversation he had with one of the ladies in the office when he lost his tooth:

Lady: So, how much do you think the Tooth Fairy is going to bring you?

Joel: I don’t believe in the Tooth Fairy.

Lady: Well don’t tell any of the little kids! And we have a 5 year old sitting in one of the rooms back there!

Joel: {giggle} O.K.

Ya know, I was so worried about “lying” to my kids about mythical present and money-bearing beings. I was worried my kids would resent me and never be able to trust me.

I’m not worried anymore. Joel and I are kinda having fun with all this. His nudges… his teasing… my threats teasing. I can tell he is getting a kick out of holding “privileged” information.

It’s a right of passage… helping “guard” the lie fantasy…

I am really enjoying this age. I find I am not laughing as much AT him because he is so cute, but more and more often WITH him because he is simply so frackin’ funny. And in these moments I feel hope — that I didn’t ruin him in his toddler years, and – while I DO want him to be an upstanding human being… He better have a good sense of humor.

He better. Forget NASA. I don’t want him to fly me to the moon. I dream of 20 years from now. All of us gathered in his family’s living room… laughing together. Snorting, poking, one-upping. Judging by what I’ve been seeing, I think we have a really good chance at that.

***There is still time to enter for a chance to win a package of Candy Cane Oreos!!! Go here for details!

**********

Keep up on the ridiculous, the insightful, the always digressive…

Get Jenny On The Spot by RSS or EMAIL

Follow JOTS on Twitter, join the Facebook Fan Page and/or Networked Blogs!

1) Wait for it….

*

*

*

*

Yes. Glitter is a favorite thing. I made this yesterday. It’s OK if you need a moment. It’s pretty incredible. What with all the glitter and construction paper. *insert delusion of grandeur here*

2) Have you seen Babysaur? Over there you will find stuff so cute… it’s scary! And clever…

I am particularly attached tho. My friend Jen is the force there. Have you seen her video, Sanity Hacks of a Stay at Home Mom?

3) Bed. I love to go to bed. Sleep… *huge fan*… So, I’m out. By the time you read this, you might be all, “Whu? It’s 10:30 a.m.!” Maybe. But rightnowitis1friggin’20inthemorning. I will grow horns and fangs come 6:30 if I don’t cut myself off. Like NOW. I’m doing it for the children. And also as an act of solidarity with the bags under my eyes. They are so large, were I to check them at the the airport the bagger-weigher-people would charge extra. Somauch. *zzzzzz*

**********

Keep up on the ridiculous, the insightful, the always digressive…

Get Jenny On The Spot by RSS or EMAIL

Follow JOTS on Twitter, join the Facebook Fan Page and/or Networked Blogs!

So. Like, yesterday… the kids and I headed over to Seattle for the evening. My hub’s business had their little launch party – MINDBLOOM…. maybeyou’veheardofit. Ifnotyouwill*ahem*. And also *fourglassesofwine-whoop!*

BEFORE the party, the kids and I met Paul for dinner… over there at the Taco del Mar right there in the Pioneer Square.

I love Taco del Mar, btw… *gives TdM the international sign for “call me”*

I do not, however love the city drunks. More specifically, the city drunks that come to use the Taco del Mar toilet. Even more specifically, the “city drunk” whose spatial reasoning has been SO COMPLETELY compromised… that I wonder why didn’t he just go pee on a brick wall in an alley like the guy we saw as we passed an alley on our walk to the restaurant… ? Huh?

Dear Angry Drunk Guy,

Why must you pee ON and AROUND and probably ABOVE the toilet, but most assuredly not IN le toilet? Do you know what that meant for ME? It meant I had to HOLD IT. For. BLOCKS.

Yes, the guy was angry too. His girlfriend or friend that was with him totally blew him off. He went in the bathroom and I heard her mutter (with her own clear Solo cup of drunk juice splashing out), “He’s drunk. I’m outta here.” This did not make Drunk Guy happy, thus my rename – Angry Drunk Guy.

My kids learned so much last night.

Long story not as long as it could be… I made it to the office, to a cleaner bathroom and took along Lucy. My VERY encouraging 4 year old. Earlier that evening I told her it was IMPERATIVE that she not pee her pants.

I brought no back-up.

“Lucy… you CANNNOT have an accident. We have no clothes for you to change into. It is rainiy and very cold outside, so it will be a long-cold walk back to the ferrry if you have an accident. No accident. NO. Clothes.”

Point made.

So, we finally get to the office after I made it very clear that Mommy needed to go BAD. Hithertofore*tinkletinkle*… sweetrelief…

This was when Lucy squealed,

“GOOD JOB MOMMA!!! I’M GLAD YOU MADE IT CUZ WE DIDNENT BRING ANY EXTRA CLOTHES FOR YOU!”

It’s true. That would have been a long, cold walk back to the ferry, for sure ;)

**********

Keep up on the ridiculous, the insightful, the always digressive…

Get Jenny On The Spot by RSS or EMAIL

Follow JOTS on Twitter, join the Facebook Fan Page and/or Networked Blogs!

Clearly, this is for Me and J-Bling. Clearly.

Thos sign-mkaer-people are friggin’ geniusses. Geniuiii. Smarty Smartersons.

*Hey! Don’t miss out – I am giving away an fully intact package of Candy Cane Oreos, but you have to leave a comment on this post :)

*New at My First Fail — Does This Watermelon Make My Butt Look Big?

**********

Keep up on the ridiculous, the insightful, the always digressive…

Get Jenny On The Spot by RSS or EMAIL

Follow JOTS on Twitter, join the Facebook Fan Page and/or Networked Blogs!