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Month: November 2006

NaBloPoMo: Holy Crap! Day 30!

NaBloPoMo: Holy Crap! Day 30!

30 days has Septemeber.  April, June and NaBloPoMo!

The last time I posted on my blog 30 days in a row was… there was that time that I… I am sure that…Holy Crap!  I finished NaBloPoMo!  Feel free to throw flowers, cash or chocolate.  Honestly, many thanks go out to Mrs. Kennedy for inspiring a gagillion bloggers to take on the challenge and post on their blogs for 30 days.  If it takes 21 days to make something a habit, does it take 30 days make it an addiction? 

Things to ponder.

Remember when I said that Fall was taking the year off and winter was coming. It came.  It saw.  It sleeted.  However, I did as I was told by the media (and as every good Texas woman knows to do) and raced to the store because THE ICE was coming.  The ICE was coming!  I had all of the groceries I needed, so I bought water.  In Texas, whenever a hurricane or icey weather is coming, everyone has to race to the store and buy water.  No one knows exactly why, but we do it.  I think it might be the law.  So, I did it.

And with that simple act of faith in the buying of the water, the ice did come.

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Texas!  TEXAS!  (But I have water.) That tree was covered with leaves a week ago.  TEXAS!

Lucklily, I do not have to file a lawsuit against Fall.  The snow, sleet and ice did not show up until after the kids were in school.  Therefore, they got to stay in school and I got to sit with a fire burning in the fireplace all alone.  They were devastated.  It was all I could do to hide my mirth when they saw that they missed an entire day of ice and snow because it came so late and had to go to school of all places.  I expressed how sad I was that I had to spend the entire day alone working and writing and catching up with good friends.  Yep, so sad.

See, I can’t even do that with a straight face online let alone to them.  It was nice to watch the snow fall and curl up with a blanket and book only to get up to stretch and exchange the book for my laptop and other times exchange that for food.  Oh, yes, my friends, I was so sad they had to go to school.

I hope I am just as sad tomorrow.

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Vibrating feet, links and Rowe, Rowe, Rowe my boat!

Vibrating feet, links and Rowe, Rowe, Rowe my boat!

Mommybloggers has a fun “Share With Us” contest going on now.  Apparently, the last one was difficult.  This one?  Not so much.  We ask so little of you this time!  Give this one a shot.  You people are cracking us up! 

I also have a new post up at BlogHer.  It has great links to group Mom blogs.  A must!  And it is only part one.

So, you have officially been given good content.  Now onward with the craptacular entry I have set for you here.  Too. Few. Brain. Cells. Left.

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Remember when I said I was going to ease back in to my work load?  Remember when I said I learned my lesson after being in the hospital?  I SO LIED!  But, wait!  Before anyone gets all lecturey (New word.  Own it!) on me, I have to tell you something.  The things I am working on, I am loving!  I have been working on the book.  I have been working behind the scenes on fun stuff that is coming up with Mommybloggers. I have been getting active with BlogHer again.  In short, I have really enjoyed working on things I am passionate about again.  (And not so much the things I am not so passionate about.)

Besides that, I always have my vibrating slippers and Mike Rowe to fall back on when I get overly stressed.  Nothing better to get a woman happy….I mean, to de-stress a woman!

For those of you who asked, here is a picture of my Vi-Brating Slippers.  You can get them at Bed Bath & Beyond or at Fingerhut.  But honestly, I know that I got them at either Target or WalMart (Those are the only places I ever get anything.  Prada?  Nada!) But, I cannot find a link to these slippers on either site.  Perhaps they are ashamed to know that women buy vibrators for their feet.

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And just because:

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Do you love your slippers like I love mine?

Do you love your slippers like I love mine?

First, yippee that my readers have Lists of 5!  Even better that some of you would put Mike Rowe on it.  I knew that I liked you readers for some reason besides how cute you are!

Now, because my life has been so awesomely boring, you get the following quoted conversation.  You may thank Chris for the inspiration of using my actual real life as inspiration for an entry when the well is dry.

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Clint:  What are those on your feet?

Me:  Slippers.

Clint: What is that sound?

Me:  My slippers.

Clint:  (He pauses while he tries to put this information together.) Your slippers are making that noise? Ummmm….wha…why?  Why?

Me: They are vibrating slippers.

Clint:  The hell?  (Thankyouverymuch, Jenny.  It has passed on.)

Me:  Vi-Brating Slippers.  They’re giving me goooood vibrations.

Clint:  Oh, hell no.  Hell.  No. 

Me:  And sometimes I sit Indian Style because then they double my fun!

At that point he walked away.  Not sure why, but he did.  I guess he thought I wanted to be alone with my slippers.

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Talk Dirty (Jobs) to me!

Talk Dirty (Jobs) to me!

No matter how long I stay at Dad’s house, it is never long enough.  I always cry when I leave and feel like I just got there.  And of course, I never do all that I was planning on doing while I was there.  (That does exclude the honey-do list of things I had Clint do.  Such a busy man as I worked so hard watching.) Must get Clint that high paying job in Houston that I still haven’t heard about or had him apply for.  OR win the lottery.  It would just make all of us happier.  Or at least me.  And we all know when Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.  So it goes to show that when Mama is happy, everybody should be happy.  I’m just saying.

Although, by the same “being away token,” when I get back to my own home, it feels like I have been gone much longer than I have been.  Like the news that I saw in Houston must not have reached Dallas, so I better check out the back papers and local news.  Apparently, some people named Tom and Katie got married.  Who knew?  You would think with them being starts and all, we would have heard about it. 

In the spirit of full disclosure and being honest with y’all, I have to admit that I spent the entire day Friday (except for when I was watching A&M beat the hell out of UT) watching Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe.  I totally am crushing on this man.  His sense of humor just knocks him right onto my “I so want to meet him and be BFFs and hang out!” His sarcasm?  Well, let’s just say that he would be at home with me when it comes to the sarcasm.  Seriously, I have watched the show for a long time now and totally loved it, but after all day of his humor and such, he just may have knocked My Matt off of my List of 5.  (I know!  Shocking to me, too!  I just can’t get past the whole “No deodorant.  A man should smell like a man!” thing of Matt’s.  Me and my Super Olfactory self would not be able to cut it.  Now hanging out with Mike–even with the Dirty Jobs– I could so do that.  Such a dilemma!  Guess I will have to go with whichever knocks on my door first!)

Clint says my problem is that I am trying to choose between humor and cowboy.  Guess I am going to have to send Mike a cowboy hat.  Now, if only I had a Dirty Job to send in.  Any suggestions?  I mean, my house gets bad at times, but not the Dirty Jobs level.  Must. Get. Dirty. Job.  Talk Dirty to Me.  If you watch the show, what was your favorite?  If you could get me a dirty job to get him here, what would it be?  And finally, how sexy is humor when it comes to crushes?  I’m just asking!  (Because Clint has cowboy—shhhh, don’t tell!  He’ll deny it!– and humor and sexy.  So I am covered.) But everyone must have their List of 5!

Do you?

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An Open Letter to Dallas area drivers

An Open Letter to Dallas area drivers

Dear drivers,

Please get out of my way.  You see, I am on the road today, too and you do not actually own it. 

That accident on the southbound side? It has nothing what-so-ever to do with you. Do not slow down to look.  You will not see a severed head.  I promise.

The pedal on the right is the gas.  Remember that.  I mean, it is not necessary for you to continually hit the brake to ensure it is there.  It is.  Let it go.

The speed limit is 70mph.  That does not mean go 60mph if you see a police officer.  It means 70mph is LEGAL.  You have permission to go that fast.  I am just saying.

Finally, please, please, do not flash your lights at me because I am only going 78mph.  You can wait.  I can darn well promise you that I am not going to get behind a truck going 55mph because you want to go 85mph.  Deal and pass when you can.

Thank you.

Happy driving.  Now MOVE IT!

With love,

Jenn

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