Blogger, mother, dreamer, swimmer, biker, runner, coffee-drinking mistress of silliness… all in exciting Kitsap County!
No. That is not the name I have chosen for my shiny road bike. Here’s a picture of her again. I love looking at her so much…
So, in my search for name ideas, summa ya’ll had a few ideas, and a few opinions. Thank you so very much for caring enough to send the very best ideas. Thank you for your creativity and taking an active interest in my mania. Let’s take a look at what we got:
It is with joy in my heart and more debt on the plastic that I announce to the world - I got a road bike!!!
My other bike is a mountain bike/cruiser… I added road tires to help increase the speed just a touch. My Cruiser has taken me through 5 sprint-distance triathlons - since I got bit by the tri bug 7 years ago. My big ‘ol cruiser holds a special place in my heart… *kiss, kiss*
However, it is time to move on. To slim down. To get legit. I am planning on biking further, and to haul my cruiser 24+ miles at a time - is just… medieval! I am way too “retro” for “medieval”! It took a little financial creativity, but I worked it out…
Here is my new carbon-vision of all loveliness:
Isn’t she just lovely??? I snuggle her frame, sing her a lullaby, kiss her gear shifters, and air up her adorable skinny little tires before I tucked her into bed at night. *SWOON*
I rode her 20 miles on Saturday and 12 miles this morning. I cut 7.5 minutes of my 12 mile route - all because of this new beauty in my life. I Luh. Her. So. Mauch.
But I would like some input. I have a few names I’ve been tumbling about, but I said to myself, I said, “Jenny, I bet your hot online friends would love to have a say in naming the new love of your life.” Then I said back to myself, “Yeah, Jenny! You’re right! As. Always.”
So here I am - presenting a few options. I was going to try out a poll program from Vizu, but it doesn’t seem to be working. Instead of getting all-fancy, let’s just go “old school” - comments!
Here are your choices in alphabetical order:
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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!
OK, readers and writers of the maternal persuasion. You are literate (I assume since you not only read but also write). You are woman. You are strong. And you are broken… because those little people we “fondly” call “our children”… anyway. Ladies, MommaSaid.net has a the perfect contest for you and your drive to be famous and fabulous and win a $250 spa basket. I know.
Do you have a story to tell? Actually - do you have a Mom’s True Confession? That is what the folks at MommaSaid are looking for… It’s called the TrueMom Confessays™ Contest. You can get ALL the details here. But you need to get a move on - submissions for the contest ends June 22nd…
I am planning to submit something. I am not exactly sure what… I am going to troll my archives - or wait a day or two until my kids give me new material to work with. I’m thinking I may want to try a video - ooh, and wear make-up… and… and… I better win. Game. On.
Before I begin, I feel I should state, I am not AT ALL full of myself… I am innately gracious and humble and meek… I would never draft a post about all My wisdom… My wonderfuliciousness… My prodigal and creative vocabulary… My penchant toward things philosophical… My uncanny ability to use the triple period to evoke conversational pause in a written setting… Ya know. Yes. It feels really good to be So. Completely. Unpretentious.
While I am a naturally humble person, I know that you - My Internet, My Friends - all want to know about the newest excitement in My life. I know you do. And I am here for You. This blog here, it may seem that it is all about Me, but it is really all about You… allaboutYoureadingallaboutMe…
Today I was:
Woohoo! Woo! Hoo! Click here for My inspirational and insightful quote. Click here for the post that contained the quoted… umm… quote… Have You ever visited Blogtations? Go there. Now. I’ll wait here.
*whistling*
Does your side hurt? Have You laughed so bad You peed your pants a little? Good. It’ll do Your heart good, and laughing gives Your abs a little workout too.
I was contacted by Musing Woman at Blogtations the other day - she asked if she could quote Me. I was all, “Uhhh - YEAH!” And started visiting the site a bunch because I have this thing about laughing, and I laughed and laughed and laughed… I am hooked. This gal reads lots of blog, finds quotables and posts them… she explains it better - here. I like it when someone does all the work for Me.
Now, I hate doing this, because of My innate bent toward humility-n-such, but it appears Blogtations has set a little awardy-type contest in place. Folks can vote for their favorite quote of the month (even year) and the winner wins bragging rights. I know, I know, I do not brag. That’s just not how I roll… but if you vote for Me and I win, I wouldn’t dream of insulting My voters by turning down this “bragging right”… because, after all, My blog is all about You…
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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.
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.
Ammie, of the famed and adored Sleeping Mommy tagged me.
I was innocently playing hopscotch while my children were taking a nap. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Sleeping Mommy came charging! My marker was, like, mid-throw to #5 when I saw her running… right at me! Hop one, hop two… and run, Jenny, run!!! I headed for the nearest tree. On my fifth circle around the tree, I tripped and fell on the hose the kids left out from last summer. Thud! Before I could get up, she slapped me on my clumsy butt and hollr’d (she’s from Oklahoma, you know). “Tag! Yer It!” Then she made me sit in the “mush pot” while she told me what “It” is supposed to do:
Ha! You thought I was gettin’ all political! Nu-uh. I mean, I do believe we should vote. Voting = good. Me gettin’ all political = not so much.
This is a call-out (YO!) for votes for a friend of ours (the hubs and mine). I’ve posted about this here feller before. His name is Joel. My son’s name is Joel, but we didn’t name our Joel after THIS Joel… but we did think about THIS Joel when we were considering “Joel” for a name, and he didn’t ruin the name for us. ***taking breath*** In fact, we really like THIS Joel, ‘cuzza he’s so derned funny - so maybe we kinda did name OUR Joel after THIS Joel… Or not - either way…. back to my point… Continue reading ‘It’s 2008! Get Yer Vote On’
What’s the tiiiiiiiiiiiime?! It’s time to get CHILLed!
What’s the tiiiiiiiiiiiime?! It’s time to get CHILLed!
What’s the tiiiiiiiiiiime?! It’s time to get CHILLed!
What’s the ti-iiiiiiiiiiiime?! It’s time to get CHILLed!
Scratch that. That’s not how the song goes…. It’s time to get ILL. ILL! What does that even mean? Yeah. I guess we really don’t want to “get ill” in my fridge. I envisioned this post taking a whole other direction… Maybe I can still save it:
What’s the time?!What’s the time?!What’s the time?!
You tell me.
For those who accuse me of having a clean fridge - here - it’s milk crust. Yum. Maybe something did “get ill” in the fridge after all.
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