You ever wake up in the morning, yawn, stretch and think "this is gonna be a good day!"? That was me around 6:30... then I went back to sleep for a couple hours. That was me around 8:30 too! But not for long.
I woke up to the sound of my husband hammering and sawing away in the garage. This was not unwelcome at all, because he's an early riser and he likes "making stuff", so I know he was enjoying his time. Ike and Kayla were sleeping, I could hear Jake watching cartoons downstairs. I decided I'd bring my hubby a cup of coffee, so I got up and dressed. Threw on some exercise pants and an old pink tshirt, pony tail and glasses.
Made the coffee, went outside to chat... sun was shining, birds were chirping. All good in the hood. Then, I sat down on the step and was suddenly aware of my tummy hanging out and it made me feel instant disgust.
Instant disgust, instant disappointment, instantly my good mood was gone and I hate being me.
I cant seem to suck it in, cover it up, paste a smile over it and pretend I'm happy today. So, I went for a drive, buried my nose in a book... about to take a bath and hope to wash away my self loathing.
Ive got plans to laugh my ass off tonight and I cannot let this ugly pink shirt and ratty sweat pants ruin my day.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Whats Another Word for Spoiled?
My youngest sister Sarah is 13 years younger than me and 10 younger than Alecia. Between us and my mom, I'm not sure the poor little thing ever had chance to sleep or sit without being held... she was always being fed, coo-ed at, played with. At one point she started crying non-stop. Coincidentally, she seemed to cry harder when we set her down. It was so incessant, that my mom took her to the doctor. The doc did his check up and gave his grim prognosis: she was simply "well loved".
Turns out, we'd been giving her so much attention and meeting every need so well... she just needed some space. Needed to live a little on her own. Basically, we were spoiling her.
Shes a good girl. Grew up just fine and is working out the fun stuff of life these days... (Hey Sarah, you grew up goooood, grew up slowwww. HAHA)
Anyway, this brings me to my point. Which is that sometimes giving someone too much doesn't really help them at all. Such is the case with children.
As parents, we want our kids to have everything they "need" and to be happy. "Need" is in the eye of the beholder. "Mom, I need food, shelter and clothing" is far different from "Mom, I need Applebees for dinner, a nice house in a subdivision and a North Face jacket". We are quickly learning the error of our ways, as our kids have recently begun to walk around with their hands out and eyes peeled for a silver spoon.
Of course we want them to be happy. But we also want them to grow up to be strong, independent, reliable, hard-working contributors to society.
So, we make them do chores. And homework. And get jobs when they are 16.
From the sounds of it, you'd think we are torturing them. I really hope that one day they look back and say "Damn you, parents! I'm happy, well adjusted and successful! You raised me right, how could you!?!"
Turns out, we'd been giving her so much attention and meeting every need so well... she just needed some space. Needed to live a little on her own. Basically, we were spoiling her.
Shes a good girl. Grew up just fine and is working out the fun stuff of life these days... (Hey Sarah, you grew up goooood, grew up slowwww. HAHA)
Anyway, this brings me to my point. Which is that sometimes giving someone too much doesn't really help them at all. Such is the case with children.
As parents, we want our kids to have everything they "need" and to be happy. "Need" is in the eye of the beholder. "Mom, I need food, shelter and clothing" is far different from "Mom, I need Applebees for dinner, a nice house in a subdivision and a North Face jacket". We are quickly learning the error of our ways, as our kids have recently begun to walk around with their hands out and eyes peeled for a silver spoon.
Of course we want them to be happy. But we also want them to grow up to be strong, independent, reliable, hard-working contributors to society.
So, we make them do chores. And homework. And get jobs when they are 16.
From the sounds of it, you'd think we are torturing them. I really hope that one day they look back and say "Damn you, parents! I'm happy, well adjusted and successful! You raised me right, how could you!?!"
Friday, May 20, 2011
A Twinkie In My Pocket
Today I was reading an article online about how Lady Gaga was going to do a show on MTV about her highschool life. Apparently, she'll be sharing a story about being thrown in the garbage can by a cute boy and laughed at by mean girls in the hallway. I thought, yeah, right... sounds a little like an after school special.
Suddenly, I had an flash of a memory, one of the last days of my 6th grade year. Random, right?:
I was wearing my super awesome purple flower bermuda shorts and tank top. Rocking my almost-mullet do and coke bottle glasses. I really, really wanted to be cool. That was the year that I tried everything to be accepted in the "in" crowd. It never did work for me, I was never meant to be a cool kid.
Anyway, Mr Irwin had bought Soda Shop Poppe and turned his hearing aides down- so we were having a class party. People were laughing, talking, spraying water from hidden squirt guns in the hall way... general last day of school schenanigans. I was in the hall, standing by my locker. I said "Look, I can fit in here!".
If you knew any 12 year old boys who picked on dorks you may know what happened next.
A classmate, who I wont name (at least in this blog), closed my locker door and put a pencil thru the lock hole. Asshole.
At first, I thought "finally! I'm part of the joke!" the whole thing was funny, everyone was laughing. After a few moments, I realized that the other kids had gone back into the classroom and the joke was me.
That was when I got angry. I started banging on the walls and yelling. I was mad, because I was embarrassed. When I'm mad, I cry. So, I'm in my locker, crying and banging on the door. Finally, someone pulled the pencil and I got out. My retort? A scathing, tear filled "Very funny". The boy did apologize, I said "Its ok" and shrugged like it was nothing. I took the easy exit out of the situation and asked to go to the bathroom.
Right at that moment, I remembered that I had a twinkie in my back pocket. Why? I have no damn idea. My mom didnt buy stuff like that, I'm thinking it was probably a treat for end of school. I reached into my pocket, found my twinkie was smashed flat as a pancake- ruined.
I went in to the bathroom, checked myself out in the mirror. Made sure my twinkie didnt squish all over my shorts... went into the last stall and ripped the package open. I ate that twinkie in about 2 bites and wished I had more. I probably would have eaten the whole package.
It was my first real moment of... wow, this is hard to say... self loathing. It was my first moment of eating something bad for me to feel better, to soothe the pain of social humiliation. It was the beginning of a life long struggle with self esteem and food.
I wiped my face of twinkie crumbs, checked myself in the mirror, smiled and went back to the classroom. It was the beginning of a lifetime of "No, no, I'm fine... see how I happy I am? See my smile?"
Do you know, I had forgotten all about this until today? Its wierd that I buried it, but now that Im thinking about it, its a painful memory. Ive thought about it all evening and Ive come to a conclusion.
Yes, that guy embarrassed me. Yes, I have a problem with food. Yes, I will continue to struggle with it for the rest of my life.
BUT, that day also helped build me to who I am now. I am a person who isnt afraid to take the hard road, who cheers for the under dog, who befriends the new kid, who help someone in need- regardless of how cool they are.
Thats who I am. Thanks 6th grade bully... you helped make me awesome.
Suddenly, I had an flash of a memory, one of the last days of my 6th grade year. Random, right?:
I was wearing my super awesome purple flower bermuda shorts and tank top. Rocking my almost-mullet do and coke bottle glasses. I really, really wanted to be cool. That was the year that I tried everything to be accepted in the "in" crowd. It never did work for me, I was never meant to be a cool kid.
Anyway, Mr Irwin had bought Soda Shop Poppe and turned his hearing aides down- so we were having a class party. People were laughing, talking, spraying water from hidden squirt guns in the hall way... general last day of school schenanigans. I was in the hall, standing by my locker. I said "Look, I can fit in here!".
If you knew any 12 year old boys who picked on dorks you may know what happened next.
A classmate, who I wont name (at least in this blog), closed my locker door and put a pencil thru the lock hole. Asshole.
At first, I thought "finally! I'm part of the joke!" the whole thing was funny, everyone was laughing. After a few moments, I realized that the other kids had gone back into the classroom and the joke was me.
That was when I got angry. I started banging on the walls and yelling. I was mad, because I was embarrassed. When I'm mad, I cry. So, I'm in my locker, crying and banging on the door. Finally, someone pulled the pencil and I got out. My retort? A scathing, tear filled "Very funny". The boy did apologize, I said "Its ok" and shrugged like it was nothing. I took the easy exit out of the situation and asked to go to the bathroom.
Right at that moment, I remembered that I had a twinkie in my back pocket. Why? I have no damn idea. My mom didnt buy stuff like that, I'm thinking it was probably a treat for end of school. I reached into my pocket, found my twinkie was smashed flat as a pancake- ruined.
I went in to the bathroom, checked myself out in the mirror. Made sure my twinkie didnt squish all over my shorts... went into the last stall and ripped the package open. I ate that twinkie in about 2 bites and wished I had more. I probably would have eaten the whole package.
It was my first real moment of... wow, this is hard to say... self loathing. It was my first moment of eating something bad for me to feel better, to soothe the pain of social humiliation. It was the beginning of a life long struggle with self esteem and food.
I wiped my face of twinkie crumbs, checked myself in the mirror, smiled and went back to the classroom. It was the beginning of a lifetime of "No, no, I'm fine... see how I happy I am? See my smile?"
Do you know, I had forgotten all about this until today? Its wierd that I buried it, but now that Im thinking about it, its a painful memory. Ive thought about it all evening and Ive come to a conclusion.
Yes, that guy embarrassed me. Yes, I have a problem with food. Yes, I will continue to struggle with it for the rest of my life.
BUT, that day also helped build me to who I am now. I am a person who isnt afraid to take the hard road, who cheers for the under dog, who befriends the new kid, who help someone in need- regardless of how cool they are.
Thats who I am. Thanks 6th grade bully... you helped make me awesome.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sweet? Irresistible? Do you know me or what?!
Thanks to my twitter friend Sarah (Inside A Chaotic Mind), who suprised me with "The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award", I have a good reason to post!
As a recipient of this very yummy looking award, I must list my five guilty pleasures and then pass the award onto three blog friends who are as irresistible and sweet as me. I'm not well established in the blog-o-sphere... but I'll give it my best shot!
Ok, so guilty pleasures. I'm pretty self indulgent, so this could change at anytime... but todays guilty pleasures are:
1. Popcorn- Yeah, everyone else has listed really inspiring stuff about music and writing and such... but is it a shame to be inspired by popcorn? hah. I love the stuff, could eat it every day of my life... the best way is just air popped with real butter melted on top and an extra shake of salt. And, what can I say... I'm hungry right now.
2. Reading- I read everything and once I start, I cant stop. I will read everything from the back of the lysol can to the smutty romance novel someone left in the cafe... anything I can get my hands on. I'm a fan of murder mystery type stuff, though I cant keep authors straight and have a memory the length of a who-ville ruler. I have a couple of favorites though. The first book I remember LOVING is A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I re-read it about once a year. My favorite series is, hands down, The Vampire Chronicles, by Anne Rice. Currently reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and its starting to get good.
3. Back Home- I wish that going back home was more of just a pleasure than an indulgence. I love going, would spend all my time there if I could, but I love my life here too. I miss my family and friends back home. I miss the weight in the air on a summer night, the stars and northern lights, the smell of my mom cooking up a masterpiece on Sunday morning, my dad singing in the car and the laughter of my sisters around the table. I miss the colors of the trees in the fall, the ice on the puddles in the mornings, the river, the bumpy road behind the house. I miss it all. Every bit. I feel guilty every trip though... guilty leaving here because I feel like I'm somehow not fulfilling the obligations to my household life and guilty leaving there because I feel like like I dont fulfill obligations to my parents and sisters. Cant make everyone happy though, can we? I guess thats why I live in the "Land of Jen".
4. Facebook- I have to say, this one maybe a step beyond guilty pleasure and is bordering addiction, haha. But, the good thing is, that it helps me feel connected to the people I love. I may not get to see bump into them at the gas station or go to coffee on Tuesdays or anything else. But, I get to peek in on random bits of their lives and I cherish every piece.
5. Waking up late on a Saturday- I'm a full time mom (is there any other kind) who also works outside the home. I get up each morning in time to wave goodbye to Kayla as she heads out the door, make sure the boys are up and with it and then I head off to work. We get home, a quick "how was your day?" followed by chores, dinner.... bedtime. Sundays I get up before everyone else and go to church, so a Saturday morning sleep-in is a special treat. Its especially lovely on the days when I wake up to sun shining through my bedroom curtains, the smell of coffee my hubby has picked up on his way home from the store and the sound of my kids laughing and playing together. These are the times when life really is Good In The Land of Jen.
So, now I have to figure out how to post on 3 friends blogs! I think I'll go with my good friend (who I dont see often enough) Terri from Plump, Pedal Pushers of Puyallup, my friend and aunt-in-law Tina at create.dream.laugh and dearly loved sister-in-low Maria at De-lish. Ladies, its your turn!
Thanks again Kitten, I needed to boost! :)
Saturday, August 14, 2010
A Week Ago/ Rockstar
A week ago, I was in Kellogg.
And right about now I was getting to my Sarahs house, slightly nervous to see my old friends. I had just stopped at the Gondolier to use the bathroom and buy a drink- brushed my hair, touched up my mascara... just in case everyone was standing outside when I got there.
I pull up, sit for just a moment. Deep breath... ok, I'm going in. My internal monologue (aka IM) was in OT:
"Ohmygosh, I cant do this. Yes you can. Oh man, what if its wierd? It wont be. What if I look silly or say something ridiculous? You dont, and of course you will. hahaha" (Its ok, I can laugh at myself)
So, here I am- worried. But I get to the gate and here comes Alex. My long lost albino snow monkey best gay guy friend from high school. Yay! A hello, a big hug and all previous thoughts are out the window. We go in and everything is JUST like it used to be. Just relaxed and happy. (IM- see, told you it would be fine. Shush).
We hang out for a bit. I cant help myself and tell the most ridiculous of jokes (hee hee) and then we take off for up town. We took the short cut and went right up to Dirty Ernies. Right off the bat, we had to hit the bar. What?! A double vodka cran just makes these socail events easier! (IM- alki. You shush- I dont do this often.)
So some people, did some visiting... Sarah had to leave... Alex and I stayed and talked. And talked, and talked and talked. I cannot remember the last time I talked with someone like that. And you know what was awesome? No judgement. I told him my deepest darkest secrets, and he didnt bat an eye. All week long, Ive been remember this and that thinking "Oh god, did I REALLY say that outloud?!" Turns out, I did.
If I had shared all that with someone I know and see all the time, I'd be so worried. By now, I would have spent many hours going over my conversations thinking "Do I need to call them and apologize for my honesty? Did I say too much and embarrass myself?" But, with old friends (even ones I dont see often), I feel like I dont have to worry. They have seen me in a marching band uniform for Petes sake. How much worse could it be?
Last weekend was so great. This weekend has been busy so far. Babysat little BBQ last night, lots of baby cuddles to make my heart melt. Today was Jam Fest, at work, so I mostly visited my afternooon away and got to listen to some good music. Tomorrow, lunch with friends. And then, the CHAOS BEGINS.
Hailee is coming over for Lady Gaga... my inlaws (including Chips Gramma) are coming over the same weekend for a game and Ikes birthday... Seattle sight seeing... back to Kellogg for wedding stuff... a trip to Lewiston to see more family... back to Kellogg for more wedding stuff.. wedding.. party... back home. Work, work, work... labor day weekend... get ready for school... school...Brad Paisley... and then? Breathe!
My new addiction is the blue can of zero carb Rockstar. Sound like I'm gonna need to mainline it in the near future.
Goodnight!
And right about now I was getting to my Sarahs house, slightly nervous to see my old friends. I had just stopped at the Gondolier to use the bathroom and buy a drink- brushed my hair, touched up my mascara... just in case everyone was standing outside when I got there.
I pull up, sit for just a moment. Deep breath... ok, I'm going in. My internal monologue (aka IM) was in OT:
"Ohmygosh, I cant do this. Yes you can. Oh man, what if its wierd? It wont be. What if I look silly or say something ridiculous? You dont, and of course you will. hahaha" (Its ok, I can laugh at myself)
So, here I am- worried. But I get to the gate and here comes Alex. My long lost albino snow monkey best gay guy friend from high school. Yay! A hello, a big hug and all previous thoughts are out the window. We go in and everything is JUST like it used to be. Just relaxed and happy. (IM- see, told you it would be fine. Shush).
We hang out for a bit. I cant help myself and tell the most ridiculous of jokes (hee hee) and then we take off for up town. We took the short cut and went right up to Dirty Ernies. Right off the bat, we had to hit the bar. What?! A double vodka cran just makes these socail events easier! (IM- alki. You shush- I dont do this often.)
So some people, did some visiting... Sarah had to leave... Alex and I stayed and talked. And talked, and talked and talked. I cannot remember the last time I talked with someone like that. And you know what was awesome? No judgement. I told him my deepest darkest secrets, and he didnt bat an eye. All week long, Ive been remember this and that thinking "Oh god, did I REALLY say that outloud?!" Turns out, I did.
If I had shared all that with someone I know and see all the time, I'd be so worried. By now, I would have spent many hours going over my conversations thinking "Do I need to call them and apologize for my honesty? Did I say too much and embarrass myself?" But, with old friends (even ones I dont see often), I feel like I dont have to worry. They have seen me in a marching band uniform for Petes sake. How much worse could it be?
Last weekend was so great. This weekend has been busy so far. Babysat little BBQ last night, lots of baby cuddles to make my heart melt. Today was Jam Fest, at work, so I mostly visited my afternooon away and got to listen to some good music. Tomorrow, lunch with friends. And then, the CHAOS BEGINS.
Hailee is coming over for Lady Gaga... my inlaws (including Chips Gramma) are coming over the same weekend for a game and Ikes birthday... Seattle sight seeing... back to Kellogg for wedding stuff... a trip to Lewiston to see more family... back to Kellogg for more wedding stuff.. wedding.. party... back home. Work, work, work... labor day weekend... get ready for school... school...Brad Paisley... and then? Breathe!
My new addiction is the blue can of zero carb Rockstar. Sound like I'm gonna need to mainline it in the near future.
Goodnight!
I have a dream (board)
So, on my long-quick trip back home last weekend, I spent quite a bit of time either rocking my "right now" ipod mix or listening to Cosmo Radio on Sirius. Im quite fond of "Cocks with P" and also "Get in Bed". Haha, it makes me feel naughty to say those things out loud. But, they are both really good shows.
Anyway... one of them were talking about "vision boards" or "dream boards" and all about putting what you want out to the universe to help it come to realization. You know, you think positively on the things you want out of life and your own positive energy gives strength to the things that will propel you closer to your dreams. Law of attraction, I guess. Apparently, there is a whole book (The Secret) that I need to read.
So- I'm going to do a board. I dont know if you are supposed to share your hearts desire with the world via social media... but here I go. The following items will be represented in word and image on my board (in no particular order of importance):
I am happy in my marriage
I can play the guitar
I have finished school
I am healthy and happy with my body
My house is orderly and pretty
I am a good mom
I have a good relationship with my sisters
I am a good friend
With exception to my body, I am not unhappy with my life. I am a moderately good wife,mom, friend, sister... but I just feel like I'd like to be better. Finishing school has been on my "to do" list for as long as I can remember and I just want to learn the guitar for fun.
So- here it is.
Hey Universe..! Bring it on!!
Anyway... one of them were talking about "vision boards" or "dream boards" and all about putting what you want out to the universe to help it come to realization. You know, you think positively on the things you want out of life and your own positive energy gives strength to the things that will propel you closer to your dreams. Law of attraction, I guess. Apparently, there is a whole book (The Secret) that I need to read.
So- I'm going to do a board. I dont know if you are supposed to share your hearts desire with the world via social media... but here I go. The following items will be represented in word and image on my board (in no particular order of importance):
I am happy in my marriage
I can play the guitar
I have finished school
I am healthy and happy with my body
My house is orderly and pretty
I am a good mom
I have a good relationship with my sisters
I am a good friend
With exception to my body, I am not unhappy with my life. I am a moderately good wife,mom, friend, sister... but I just feel like I'd like to be better. Finishing school has been on my "to do" list for as long as I can remember and I just want to learn the guitar for fun.
So- here it is.
Hey Universe..! Bring it on!!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Recap? Noo... Twitcap
I found myself missing Twitter over the weekend. So, I saved it all up in my head and half twitted myself to death this afternoon.
The Land of Jen Presents-
All Class/ Gary Bear Wedding Weekend in Re-cap
Friday:
3:45 Off I go, cant wait to get home, gonna be an epic weekend! Woot!
4:30 OK, really- off I go, gas etc... Finally hitting the road
530- Oh goody, road construction AND motor home caravans, my lucky day
730-ish, Moses lake. Nice "queen beyotch" license plate holder on your 3 wheeler lady.
9:57 Holy crap, how about a litle warning when the speed limit changes from 45 to 75 and the road changes to only 12 FEET WIDE!
9:57 Hello Gaurdrail! That was a close call! But, I see the lights of town... 10:00. Hmmm- Can I remember which house is Sarahs? Well, yes!
11:00 going to Eddie Joes for the class of 94 meet up
11:05 Ok, Im gonna need at least 1 tall glass of social lubrication to not feel like a grown up band geek.
11:30 Just acosted with a violent hug by a "long lost friend" who I will not name via twitter but who was not really my friend or long lost.
11:50 Ho hum, this is dumb. Enough social awkwardness for one night, heading home.
12:15 trying to make friends with Tank, my pitbull-mastif mix DOG NEPHEW, so that he wont kill me when I come home tomorrow night.
SATURDAY
2:30 AM- my night now tendencies clearly come from my father
915 AM. I have a phone call? I dont even live here anymore! My parents number has been the same for 35 years- makes it easy to find me. ;)
1PM- lil sis straightened my hair. Off to Bonners.
330ish- made it to moms room. Cleeeear at the end of the hall. Hot as hell in here!
330ish- Holy crap! I had a dream that took place in this room! THIS room! THIS patio! THIS view. How wierd is that?
530ish- Standing room only. Proud Gary Bear standing up front. love the last minute facebook jokes. Now it begins
530ish- Aw, so beautiful. Love the "aye" from her dad. And apparently, Adams rib was the beginning of Friday night prime rib specials all over the world.
630ish- hanging out with the fam. thinking about buying the cheap cigs and throwing some cash into the slot machine
7:15- I lost
730= got me some Zips and a huckleberry shake. Headed home. :) Again. :)
10PM- Pull into the Gondolier, used to go there with a friend all the time. Gondolier burgers were bomb.
10:30- You know whats AWESOME? Hanging with old friends. So many years gone by but still so comfortable. So happy right now.
11ish- Heading to Dirty Ernies
1130 Oh man. Gotta love the valley "hey beautiful, where you from?". Um, here.
12:00- Dancing, laughing, singing... Hey look its......! :)
SUNDAY
1230 AM- still dancing, laughing, singing. Making "friends" in the bathroom line.
12:32 HAHAHAHA- the walls are covered with naked men. Havent seen that many dongs since.....__________ well, never. LOL.
1:30- whats up with last call anyways?
2:00 chatting it up with Alex. They took our table!A shared trip to the porta potty- Gott a love a guy who will go with you to pee
230 AM- at the park. My cousin walks by "what are you doing?" (catching up). Her friend: "Dont wanna 'catch up' in the bushes like everyone else?
230- LOL. There will be no "catching up" with Alex.
240- Are you thinking what Im thinking? Probably! Runs off to the swing and slides at the playground, giggling like a maniac.
300 AM- Spotlighted by the local authorities- been a while since thats happened, haha.
330- hanging out in my car, catching up. HAHAHA- just joking. We were warming up before heading home. Bye Alex, love you!
4AM- pulling into the drive. Tanky!? Tanky!? Its your auntie Jennnn! Ive got a cookie for you!
4:05AM Oh thank GOD- he remembered me. All arms and fingers are still intact. Gigantic dog hopping around the living room.
415- sleepy. Maybe I'll take my contac...
7:15- Holy Shi*t- my eyes are glued shut! Drops, advil, pepsi... good to go back to bed.
930AM- Sweet Jesus what is that bright light?! Oh- the sun? Riiiiiight.
1145AM- up and moving , gotta get going. :( Man, I hate leaving this place. I really, really hate it. Why cant Seattle be in Spokane?
12:30 off I go
630 PM- Ah, my babies and my hubby. I hate leaving "back home" but man, I love being "home, home".
And this concludes the Land of Jen twitcap. Your regular programming will now resume.
:)
The Land of Jen Presents-
All Class/ Gary Bear Wedding Weekend in Re-cap
Friday:
3:45 Off I go, cant wait to get home, gonna be an epic weekend! Woot!
4:30 OK, really- off I go, gas etc... Finally hitting the road
530- Oh goody, road construction AND motor home caravans, my lucky day
730-ish, Moses lake. Nice "queen beyotch" license plate holder on your 3 wheeler lady.
9:57 Holy crap, how about a litle warning when the speed limit changes from 45 to 75 and the road changes to only 12 FEET WIDE!
9:57 Hello Gaurdrail! That was a close call! But, I see the lights of town... 10:00. Hmmm- Can I remember which house is Sarahs? Well, yes!
11:00 going to Eddie Joes for the class of 94 meet up
11:05 Ok, Im gonna need at least 1 tall glass of social lubrication to not feel like a grown up band geek.
11:30 Just acosted with a violent hug by a "long lost friend" who I will not name via twitter but who was not really my friend or long lost.
11:50 Ho hum, this is dumb. Enough social awkwardness for one night, heading home.
12:15 trying to make friends with Tank, my pitbull-mastif mix DOG NEPHEW, so that he wont kill me when I come home tomorrow night.
SATURDAY
2:30 AM- my night now tendencies clearly come from my father
915 AM. I have a phone call? I dont even live here anymore! My parents number has been the same for 35 years- makes it easy to find me. ;)
1PM- lil sis straightened my hair. Off to Bonners.
330ish- made it to moms room. Cleeeear at the end of the hall. Hot as hell in here!
330ish- Holy crap! I had a dream that took place in this room! THIS room! THIS patio! THIS view. How wierd is that?
530ish- Standing room only. Proud Gary Bear standing up front. love the last minute facebook jokes. Now it begins
530ish- Aw, so beautiful. Love the "aye" from her dad. And apparently, Adams rib was the beginning of Friday night prime rib specials all over the world.
630ish- hanging out with the fam. thinking about buying the cheap cigs and throwing some cash into the slot machine
7:15- I lost
730= got me some Zips and a huckleberry shake. Headed home. :) Again. :)
10PM- Pull into the Gondolier, used to go there with a friend all the time. Gondolier burgers were bomb.
10:30- You know whats AWESOME? Hanging with old friends. So many years gone by but still so comfortable. So happy right now.
11ish- Heading to Dirty Ernies
1130 Oh man. Gotta love the valley "hey beautiful, where you from?". Um, here.
12:00- Dancing, laughing, singing... Hey look its......! :)
SUNDAY
1230 AM- still dancing, laughing, singing. Making "friends" in the bathroom line.
12:32 HAHAHAHA- the walls are covered with naked men. Havent seen that many dongs since.....__________ well, never. LOL.
1:30- whats up with last call anyways?
2:00 chatting it up with Alex. They took our table!A shared trip to the porta potty- Gott a love a guy who will go with you to pee
230 AM- at the park. My cousin walks by "what are you doing?" (catching up). Her friend: "Dont wanna 'catch up' in the bushes like everyone else?
230- LOL. There will be no "catching up" with Alex.
240- Are you thinking what Im thinking? Probably! Runs off to the swing and slides at the playground, giggling like a maniac.
300 AM- Spotlighted by the local authorities- been a while since thats happened, haha.
330- hanging out in my car, catching up. HAHAHA- just joking. We were warming up before heading home. Bye Alex, love you!
4AM- pulling into the drive. Tanky!? Tanky!? Its your auntie Jennnn! Ive got a cookie for you!
4:05AM Oh thank GOD- he remembered me. All arms and fingers are still intact. Gigantic dog hopping around the living room.
415- sleepy. Maybe I'll take my contac...
7:15- Holy Shi*t- my eyes are glued shut! Drops, advil, pepsi... good to go back to bed.
930AM- Sweet Jesus what is that bright light?! Oh- the sun? Riiiiiight.
1145AM- up and moving , gotta get going. :( Man, I hate leaving this place. I really, really hate it. Why cant Seattle be in Spokane?
12:30 off I go
630 PM- Ah, my babies and my hubby. I hate leaving "back home" but man, I love being "home, home".
And this concludes the Land of Jen twitcap. Your regular programming will now resume.
:)
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