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Month: July 2005

Updates and info

Updates and info

First, thank you so much for all of the emails and comments and calls asking about my Mom.  I love you guys.  It really means a lot to me how so many of you reached out to me.  Thanks.  Mom is doing better.  She is out of ICU.  She is still having some problems, but hopefully they will work themselves out soon.  Her kidneys are still not functioning as they should.  Yesterday, she had a slight fever.  They are watching her closely, but she is stable and improving.  It broke my heart to leave.  But, the doctors, my Dad and my sister all feel it is okay for me to leave for the weekend.  Please keep her in your thoughts or prayers or whatever you do when someone needs a bit of extra strength and help to get through.  I appreciate it. I will update you as I get information.

But, after much stressing, many phone calls and emails and the okay from my family, I have decided to go ahead and go to BlogHer this weekend.  I need the break.  And, the fact is, if I need to get back, it would take me the same amount of time to fly from California as it would to drive back to Houston from Dallas.  Soooo, after a lot of pushing from my sister and Dad, I agreed to would take the weekend to try to catch my breath.

For those of you going, I am usually not sporting these huge, ungodly black circles and bags under my eyes.  And the constant chatter?  Yeah, that would be stress induced mania with a hint of sleep deprivation.  And the wrinkled clothes?  Well, those are just because I still suck at packing.

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Are you KIDDING ME?!

Are you KIDDING ME?!

Quick update from the Caffeinated Front.

I am in Houston.  Houston?  Why Houston, Jenn? I am glad you asked.  You see, my sister came to town on Wednesday.  Apparently the general consensus is that I have finally become a bit too stressed and high strung for my own good and needed a calming influence.  That would be my sister.  She has a way of focusing me and getting me to, well, basically chill the hell out.  Clint says she is cheaper than a shrink and not as dangerous as drugs, so he was thrilled that she came to help me find a bit of sanity.

“But, Jenn, that doesn’t explain why you are in Houston right now.” That is what you were thinking, right?

Well, my sister arrives just in time for my mom to have to go to the hospital.  In Houston.  Where my sister just came from.  So, we all load everything up and head down there to be with Mom and Dad.  Mom had to have surgery this morning and is currently in ICU.

You know?  This CHILL OUT plan is NOT WORKING OUT!  In fact, it totally sucks!  I am NOT CHILLED OUT, PEOPLE!

So, in the future, perhaps I will just meditate.  Yeah.  medication meditation would really be good about now.

I will try to check in.  I can check email, but probably won’t be blogging.  Go hang out at my wonderful husband’s site.  He will update you all on what is going on.  Not to mention the fact he is really hot and oh-so-funny! 

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Goodbye, Moto

Goodbye, Moto

Remember how I tried so hard to get her to hang in there with me? Remember how I held out hope that she would and could make it through this?  Remember how I sat beside her and begged to hear her say, “Hello Moto” one more time?

Clint sent her to specialist.  A person who is well known in his field for bringing phones like mine back to life at least long enough to regain her memory.  I just got this email forwarded to me from Clint:

Dear Clint,

Please accept our condolences.  We’re sorry to report that your

phone is too far gone.  We were not even able to tease it awake long enough

to recover the memory.

If you wish us to ship the remains back to you, pay our basic

charge or else abandon the phone and we’ll re-cycle it for parts. 

Please let us know what you decide. Again, we’re sorry that we couldn’t be of

more service to you.


Abandon her?  Recycycle her for parts?! OR PAY FOR HER REMAINS?  Oh, what a cruel, cruel world we live in.  Although, I have to at least admit that the specialist did not charge us to examine her.  Only if we wanted her remains shipped back to us.

She’s really gone.  Gone.  And she takes with her all that I held dear to me in our relationship.  Phone numbers.  Pictures.  Memories.  GONE!

Goodbye, Moto.

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I feel a great disturbance in the Force

I feel a great disturbance in the Force

I have a confession to make.  Even though I am in my mid-thirties and even though I grew up in the age of Star Wars and even though I can make Star Wars references and quote the most famous lines (Luke, I am your father.  May the force be with you.  I feel a great disturbance in the force.), until a couple of weeks ago I had never seen a Star Wars movie.  Ever.  At least not completely.  I would have to live under a rock to not see at least a moment or two or ten thousand in my lifetime.

At the very tender age of young, I planned to go to Star Wars with my friends.  It would be a big deal to go with just my friends.  There we were at the movie theater ready to see it.  We were early, but opened the door to the theater anyway.  “What did you see?” you might ask yourself.  I’ll tell you.  I saw STORM TROOPERS


Let me just say, it scared the ever loving bejeezus out of me.  We chose (or rather I insisted) that we see a different movie.  ANYTHING but the STORM TROOPERS.  That night and many, many, many nights following, I had nightmares about those damn Storm Troopers.  Never, ever about Darth Vader.  He didn’t scare me in the least.  I mean, come on!  With James Earl Jones doing the voice?  Who could be scared of him?  I mean, we all know people watch CNN for a reason.  It is the amazing “This is CNN” voiced by Mr. Vader.

I would love to tell you that as I aged, I grew out of it.  Nuh-uh.  Nope.  In fact, just a couple of months ago Brandon and Clint were watching Star Wars on TV when I walked by and saw STORM TROOPERS!  I raced off to do laundry or something, anything, in a different part of the house.  You know what? I had a nightmare that night.  No kidding.

My kids know this about me.  They roll their eyes and accept it.  But barely.  They prefer I not tell anyone this horrific factoid, but I still do.  I was telling a friend of Zarek’s that I had never seen the movies.  He was extremely appalled at me. 

I explained, “You see, I saw the first one and it scared me, so I just don’t watch them.”

“You mean Episode I or Episode IV?” he asked.

“Uhhh, the first one.  The one that came out in the 70’s.”

“That is Episode IV, actually, not the first one.  Episode I is really the first in the series, but Episode IV was released first.” He saw that my eyes were glazing over.

“So, the first one is the fourth one and the fourth one is the first one so the numbers tell you the order of the story, but not the order in which it came out.  Right?  So, do you watch it from I-VI or do you watch it IV-VI and then I-III?  What is the proper Star Wars etiquette here?” I questioned.

He just looked at me as if I sprouted another head, then ran off to find Zarek.  (I never got my answer, by the way.)

BUT (you knew there would be a ‘but’, right?) I now have two boys who are very into the whole Star Wars thing.  They love it.  We own all of the movies that are out on DVD.  Now, since Episode III (*which is really VI, but we are all pretending to be ignorant of this) came out in theaters, the guys in my family decided a Star Wars marathon was in order. 

I decided to give it a try.  I can do this.  I can watch Star Wars. I am, after all, an adult.  I have seen worse in my lifetime than a STORM TROOPER!  I mean, they miss their shots the majority of the time anyway.

So we watched.  We started with the original (you figure out the number).  I watched through my fingers when the STORM TROOPERS came on.  My stomach knotted.  My butt clenched.  My hands sweat.  They still had that effect of me.  BUT I WATCHED THE ENTIRE THING.  In fact, I have seen every episode except the one in theaters now.  (Please tell me you are proud.  It was not easy!) I even have plans to see that one in a real live theater.  (Even though I hear it is more violent.) I just might even get myself a nifty little light-saber.  I am so going to be tre’chic in my Princess Leia gold bikini next summer!

Next up:  Conquering my fear of OompaLoompahs and Sock Monkeys.

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The one where I ask for your BlogHer session input

The one where I ask for your BlogHer session input

BlogHer is coming up quickly.  Are you going?  They just accepted their last online registration.  Never fear, though.  If you wanted to go and missed the chance to sign up, they have started a waiting list for people who want another chance.  Go to BlogHer for more information if you are still interested.

I admit it; I am getting excited about going and meeting so many amazing bloggers that I have been getting to know online.  Have you seen the incredible list of people going?  I am looking forward to learning and sharing information in the sessions they have planned.  Of course, the main dilemma is which sessions to attend.  Thankfully, they have live bloggers covering all of them, so I won’t miss a thing.

Speaking of the sessions, this is where I am asking for your input.  Jenny and Meghan and I will be co-hosting the MommyBlogging session.  If you are planning on going to this session, we would love to hear from you.  What would you like to see covered?  Any topics you would like to discuss?  As Jenny put it: “We want to explode some of the myths surrounding parents who blog.” This is where your help is wanted.  I want to hear from non-parents as well.  What would you like to discuss?

We would really like your input.  Remember, even if you are not able to go to BlogHer in person, there will be live bloggers covering all of the sessions..  So, feel free to speak up!  We want to know what all of you think.

Give me a shout-out introduction if you are going to be at BlogHer. I’d love to know if you plan on being at this session, too.  Leave a comment or me with any ideas, suggestions or feedback on what you would like to see in this session.  It’s all about YOU.  (Remember, the NYT didn’t say parent blogs were on online shrine to parental self-absorption for nothing!)

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Field trip day

Field trip day

I have been on a roll with my writing lately.  Thankfully.  (If my amazingly patient agent is reading this, you can stop your self imposed hunger strike you were forced into as a last resort in order to finally get something out of me.  Honest.  Eat, my friend.  The chapters are coming!) Needless to say, I am mentally drained and have nothing to blog about.

But, wait!  Come back.  I would not leave you without some form of entertainment. Here are some of the places I have enjoyed while “taking a break from writing” (otherwise known as surfing the net in order to keep my head from actually exploding.)

Yesterday my friend Melanie (who may have to either adopt me or marry me to solve my “urgent” name issues) got a real live copy of her finished book.  Go over there and give her a big congrats.  You’ll even be rewarded with a fabulous brownie recipe.  If you’re really nice, she may even let YOU sniff a page or two.

Did you read the touching stories over at Mommy Matters that Christine shared about being a very young bride going through her husband’s Navy sub deployment for the first time?  I have known Christine for years (from our online Moms Group).  I really loved reading this.  If you want to know what deployment is like from the viewpoint of a young wife, this really is a must read.  Part one starts here.

Moms and Dads pulling your hair out trying to figure out how to fill YET ANOTHER summer day (that I swear are MUCH longer then the school year days of a mere 24 hours)?  You should go read in awe how Mir has something scheduled EVERY week.  (This week’s fun:  SUMMER CAMP!) Oh, sure, she claims it is because she works full times so it is necessary.  Take it from this slacker mom, necessity does not necessarily mean creativity and fun times for the kids.  I would probably have my kids with a chain-smoking, whiskey drinking babysitter who works for minimum wage.  Go, Mir!  Will you adopt me next summer?  It sounds like a hell of a lot more fun than summertime here.

Of course, I would be remiss if I didn’t send you over to wish my life-twin-separated-at-birth Busy Mom a happy anniversary.  She and Busy Dad are celebrating their 15th anniversary today.  Yet one more thing we have in common.  (No, no.  I didn’t marry Busy Dad 15 years ago, too. I married this guy.)

Finally, I want to send you to a blog that I have totally fallen in love with:  Stalking Kelly Ripa. The premise is hysterical.  Kelly used to have a bookclub (Reading with Ripa) that chose enjoyable books by authors who are still living (unlike a certain book club who is only choosing the dead authors now.) Authors Natalie R. Collins and Jennifer Apodoca are the main stalkers, but they have guest stalkers as well.  I have been able to get to know some of these great stalkers writers.  Go join them in stalking Kelly.

Now then, I hope that keeps you busy for a while.  But, really, don’t forget to come back.  Seriously.  You would totally bum me out if you left me for another.

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