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Can I Get a Whutwhut?!

So. My kids and Lisa’s kids were tearin’ up around the house last night. At dinner my 6-year-old, Olivia started callin’ out her homies… “Can I get a whutwhut?” And the other 4 holla’d back… “Whutwhut!” And I was all… I gotta get these kids on tape… except I don’t know how to just voice record so I popped open iMovie and tried to keep the kids out of the frame so as to protect their identities and this is what was captured:

I feel like I need to defend myself… my kids do not listen to that “Whutwhut” song. I do, but I am a bit of a homegirl (I mean, check out my arm pump people… I am an ANIMAL!)… The “whutwhut” actually came from some influence on the Disney channel, and I feel enough shame just from that. But what was funniest to me was the fact that the kids sounded like the “MineMineMine” seagulls in Finding Nemo (found in the first 25 seconds of the following video):

So, in essence, I spent the night with A Flock of Seagulls last night. Back in the 80’s had I started THAT rumor, I’d have been one popular girl… 

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The Confessional: I love coffee

I should actually be posting “The Bloscars Part 3″, but I do not have all my links and accolades together, so… tomorrow… tomorrow… Unless I don’t get my act together tonight. Which is entirely possible, but let’s not gossip about my shortcomings. M’kay? It’s not nice to gossip.

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I pretty much love coffee. I started drinking it to fit in several years ago. I live near Seattle. Not drinking coffee definitely put me in a socially awkward position. I am not a huge fan of tea, and ordering hot chocolate felt like ordering a Sprite at a night club. My dad wisely advised against my effort when he said,

Jenny. Don’t TRY to like coffee. You have enough addictions as it is.

He is a wise man. I should have listed to him. I should have also listened to him when he pretty much grounded me from “going around with” my first boyfriend too… I so could have done without that. Jen, shutup.

I have actually shared my love and adoration for coffee before — in this post. However, I am on the eve of perhaps having to go without this “heaven on my lips” for two weeks starting tomorrow. Why? Probably because I am certifiably crazy. Why the H E doublehockeysticks do I think starting a “cleanse” might be a good thing to do in DECEMBER. Granted, in all reality, the 2 weeks will probably last all of 1.5 days - at which point you will find me — in my dark pantry tearing into the frozen bag of chocolate chips I duct taped shut — to soothe my tattered nerve (yes, I have but ONE) after something a child said or did or said and did. 

Alas, a haiku, for all the talented I am at haiku-ing. *shaking head*

Love, love, love, love, love.

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love.

Love, love, love coffee.

Why am I not published? Seriously.

Again, Vogue? Why am I not published? Seriously. I actually feel a little bit sorry for the whole world. My gosh, they are missing out on some serious sickness talent.

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On Thankfulness

This time of year tends to bring a time of reflection… a time of examination. This holiday, in particular brings out the “I’m so thankful” attitude… A holiday with a name like THANKSgiving will lead a person to behave in such ways… 

I have so much to be thankful for, yet I find I behave like spoiled brat. I fail to be thankful when I whine about my tepid cup of coffee… as there are people fighting wars for a drop of water. I fail to be thankful when I complain about my aching muscles because I HAD to work out extra-long because I have access to way more food than I will ever need… Meanwhile, a father works his fingers raw to maybe bring home enough grain for the day. I fail in thankfulness when I feel exasperated by my children, and meanwhile mothers mourn the loss of a child. I fail when I curse the broken washer because I have 4 loads to do, while a young girl washes her one article of clothing in a river. There are wars, famines, natural disasters, hardship, unimaginable atrocities… and I have no idea what is really going on out there.

Ya know?

Despite my shamefully frequent oversights… I AM deeply thankful for my life and the delightful fruit that fills it. I feel I am one of the richest women in the world when it comes to the important stuff. I am thankful for my incredible family, my good health, a warm home, an education, freedom to vote and complain, and I have had the unique blessing of having incredible friends throughout the course of my life… I am dumbfounded. 

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday… and are dumbfounded by the richness in your lives.

The Bloscars (Blog Awards Extravaganza!) - Part 2

Way back in July, Katia at Crazy for Trying, gave me this award: Este Blog premia el arte y la creatividad! Then in August, the gals at 3 Giraffes also gave me this award! This award is given to stunning individuals who bless the blog-world with their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community. These awards make me feel all philantrophy-ish… -phu… -phi… -pho… fum??? They also make me feel thankful, so thank you both for choosing me for this award!

In order for me to claim my awardS, I have to follow the rules. I am such a slave to rules… I think in some cultures I might be considered a goddess for that… I digress…

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The Bloscars (Blog Awards Extravaganza!) - Part 1

Over the last few 6 months, I have been literally showered with blog awards. I have “accepted” most of them by adding them to my Major Awards page. However, posting the fact I was given an award is not proper etiquette, nor does that express full appreciation to the awarder OR the blogging community. Not at all! The spirit of bloggy awards is to appreciate fellow bloggers, and give linky love as a Hippie embraces “free love” … 

Over the next week (or 2) I will be properly accepting, and handing out 7 awards… I could do it all in one post, BUT that would include over 50 links to bloggers I enjoy and admire. If I listed over 50 links in one post… that would just be overwhelming, wouldn’t it? I don’t want them to get lost in a one-post-linky-frenzy! I want my peeps to be recognized and appreciated!

Because there are too many awards to list in one title, this little award-fest has a name - THE BLOSCARS. That’s good, huh? My husband came up with that. He’s so creative… and cute.

*****The Brilliante Premio 2008*****

Bubba’s Sis gave me this one Back in July. Can I just say, I adore this woman. A to the D.O.R.E. You must swing by and tell her I said “hi”….

So… pretty much I’m brilliant(e). In 2008. So much.

Aaanywho… here is how this award works:

1. When received, you may post the Premio to your blog.

2. Link to the blogger you received it from.

3. Give it to 7 bloggers.

4. Link to those 7 blogs.

5. Leave those 7 bloggers a comment about receiving the Brilliante Premio.

I am going to change it up just a little. I am giving this award to 10 bloggers… my top 10 commenters since November 1st! Why? Well, isn’t that pretty darn obvious? Hello?…

  1. It’s November, so that makes sense.
  2. These people visit my blog.
  3. They comment.
  4. How much more brilliant can a person be???
  5. Also, they deserve SOMETHING for consistently enduring my relentless insanity and rabbit trailing…
  6. I love comments. What better way to appreciate those who give to me, than to give to them… MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!!!

Without further ado…

D…. at My Life is Based on a True Story.

Dumblond at Dumblond Utterances.

Kathleen at Forging Ahead.

Jubilee at Notes of Jubilee.

Jen at Preteens, Toddlers, Newborns, Oh My!

Debbie at Suburb Sanity.

Lisa at Blozulfog.

Maggie at Life with 2 Boyz.

The Ladies at Where’s My Damn Answer?

I should add that Bubba’s Sis actually tied with Dumblond, but she already got this award… However, Bubba’s Sis - I’ll have a little something for you later :)

Vlogging on the mind, and self-promotion.

So. I am all a-dither thinking about my new career as a vlogger. But I am a little confused too. Is it a “vlog” if my video is a post on my blog? Or would it be considered a “vost”? Just thinkin’ here.

Meanwhile… I have done a bit of research on vlogging. If I am going to launch into this new world, I want information. I want to do it right, and do it well. I found a delightful young lady on Youtube — LOOinLONDON. I found her vlog on vlogging to be VERY educational. Please watch this video, then you will know the burden we vloggers *ahem*… carry…

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Warning: self-promotion…

Do you love me? Do you? Or do you just like me? Tolerate me? I’m cool with toleration… but if you love me — prove it please prove it. And if you just tolerate me, I’m cool if you pretend you love me, but just this once… I am all about keepin’ it real, unless a prize is at stake — as is the case here… 
 
I’ll only ask you once. Today. Voting ends November 30th. Don’t delay. Act now. All you have to do is click on that pretty little badge, register at DivineCaroline and vote. What do YOU get for your effort? Not sure. Prolly nothing but the internal gratification that you can check “good deed” off your list for today. However, I could win a Visa gift card and a bragger-badge. The money is great (YAY, Mama’s buying Christmas presents!), but the badge is better (YAY, ME!)…

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Letting Go: Musings of a Mother

Before becoming a mom I never thought:

  • I’d allow MY children to wear a saggy diaper.
  • I’d yell at the sweet and innocent fruit of my loin.
  • I’d wear socks with flip flops, but only in emergencies…
  • I’d wonder if I had birthed the spawn of the devil. 

***The “threes” are the worst. Watch. Your. Back. Mark my words.***

  • I’d yell say things like, “No Cocoa Puffs until you finish your donut!”
  • I’d need to turn the music DOWN.
  • I’d consider dried (but wiped-up) spit-up on my shoulder a sign of “arrival”… importance.
  • I’d kiss their heads SO! MUCH! *swoon*

Nor did I ever think…
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A self-portrait: Obsession

Have you ever loved something so much — so much that you ache in its absence? It haunts your dreams. It is your first thought in the morning… your last thought at night. You long to be close… even a moment of separation… perish the thought. You slowly lick your lips. You draw the succulent cup of warmth nearer, and nearer still…

 

***bomchickawowwow***

 

A girl has gots ta have her cuppa cawfee — eeeeven if it only lasted two minutes. Ya know.

Photos taken by my own bad self with my iPhone… edited with Picnik.

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“Thank You” to…

our veterans and all our service men and women in the military. Thank you for sacrificing to protect our country… and thank you to your families, who have also made great sacrifices for our freedom. Thank You.

(Picture taken on I-5 near Fort Lewis, Washington. November 2008)

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I love Fall, but it’s deeper than that.

Fall is probably my favorite season, though at the end of every season I find I am ready for the changes of each new season… I believe the influence of my great-grandmother is a big reason for this love of Fall. However it has only been in recent years I have made this connection. 

My great-grandma loved — L. to the O.V.E.D — the colors of Fall. As a child I remember her going on and on and ON about the beautiful leaves. I remember nodding and “mm-hmm”ing in well-mannered agreement when she would “ooh and awww” about the gorgeous array of Autumnal leafy goodness. Sadly,  that was all it was for me back then… acknowledging I heard her talking.

Now, I am the one who swoons over the glorious changing colors. I take in the trees… the hues of yellows and oranges and reds. I track my favorite trees, half loving the progress as they release each leaf… half mourning the loss of their “glory”. 

As I drive down roads and streets, I hear the words of my beloved Great-Grandma Sue flow from my lips to the ears of my children. I am so glad she shared her joy of this season with me. It is a connection I will always have… another way to remember her tender, loving touch in my life. I know it was in-part an admirable effort to keep up conversation — to stay connected to her growing, pubescent great-granddaughter. In this “season” of my life I now share her appreciation. I understand that when something is so beautiful in one’s eyes… it is hard not to swoon and share your love for such beauty with those near and dear to you.
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