tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60813192011-11-27T20:22:37.316-05:00Innumerable Jennifers in this world, but only one me.Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.comBlogger4641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-89958412425107751982008-09-08T20:59:00.004-04:002008-09-08T22:48:21.906-04:00

My mom tells the story about how angry her father was with his father. My great-grandfather was quite the womanizer, evidently, and made my great-grandmother's life fairly miserable with his sleeping around. He never stopped, either. He died when he was 91, living with his much younger girlfriend, who supported and took care of him, even though he supposedly treated her very poorly.Just the other

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Aaarrrggghhhh!! It is three a.m. I am up, writing this, because I am waiting for my youngest to go back to sleep. She woke me up an hour and a half ago, sobbing next to my bed. I'm not sure why she was up - she was too upset to give me a straight answer - but by the time I got her calmed down and ready to go back to sleep, she had to use the toilet. Which is when she had a massive diarrhea

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Arielle started school this year, her first experience with going to school all day. She's been loving it and is absolutely thriving.Today, though, her first day back after Christmas vacation, we had a little meltdown. Her teacher sent home a note before Christmas, announcing that she was modifying the discipline structure. She's been having some problems with a few of the kids excessively

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Gabrielle asked me if she could have a butter sandwich for lunch today.Now, if it had been Arielle asking, I would have known immediately that she meant peanut butter. Gabrielle hates peanuts and peanut butter, however, so I cast about in my mind and came up with, "Do you mean bread and butter? The yellow butter, sweetie?"She nodded, and I replied that she certainly could. And then I forgot about

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-72311917397874536852007-04-16T09:45:00.000-04:002007-04-16T13:57:15.310-04:00

Michael's grandfather died from Alzheimer's. It was diagnosed not long after the divorce, and the husband's ex packed up and moved to her father's home state without telling us. (Which wasn't a problem, except that she had Michael and we didn't know where he was for a few months. Which was a huge problem, but that's another story.)So, Michael got to spend about five years with his grandfather

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You know, normal is really just a way of saying, "This is what I'm used to."What's normal is what's typical. It's the expected, the customary, "this is the way we've always done it."But if you change all that, if you take the customary and expected and change it - maybe a little, maybe a lot - and then hold it there for awhile, not letting it go back to where it was until it's set up like molded

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So there I was yesterday morning, standing at the kitchen sink, washing some pots and pans, looking out the window at the gray and gloomy day outside. It was such a change from the day before, which had started out cloudy and rainy, but turned out sunny and beautiful. It had, actually, been rather hot the day before, but that morning was cold enough to require a coat when I took my Netflix DVD

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Overheard from the extreme back of the minivan as we carpooled to preschool:Arielle: (Said with great relish and enthusiasm) And then I stopped it, so that Swiper couldn't steal Dora's backpack, and then Dora and Boots had GUNS! And they killed Swiper! Because he was naughty.Whereupon, I stopped breathing for a few seconds while I 1) tried to process that those words had, really, truly, just come

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Last year, only a couple of weeks after we moved into our new house, I was woken up in the middle of the night by a small, sobbing person, who had thrown up. I got her cleaned up, changed her bedding, put her back in bed - and then the other small person in the room woke up and starting vomiting also.By the time I got Gabrielle taken care of, Arielle had thrown up again. Then Gabrielle again,

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.. and just gets dumb.I swear, Michael is going to drive me crazy yet. He won't be graduating with the rest of his class, because of refusing to participate in high school the first full school year he was with us. Which means he still has a full year of high school to complete. I think that's what my parents called, "cutting off your nose to spite your face." (Drove me crazy when they used to

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-47149229214311364712007-03-11T11:57:00.000-04:002007-03-11T12:49:56.467-04:00

On one of my email lists they've been discussing nicknames lately. Joshilyn sent in a (naturally) well-written letter about why she hates to be called Josh instead of Joss.It got me thinking about my name and nicknames and how that's played out in my life. As I read her letter, Joshilyn basically put nicknames into two categories - ones given to you by people who are close to you and who love you

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Good news! I have a chance to do some copywriting over the next few months. Since I've been interested in this field, I'm pretty excited at the opportunity. I just have to make sure I actually do a good job ...Christmas was full of excitement. For once, the husband actually got me what I asked for. I accomplished this by tearing out of the ad pages the pictures of the specific items I wanted. It

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Having Mom leave was hard on me. I was really depressed for a couple of weeks and didn't do anything but sit around. It was hard to let her go.There have been good things happening in the last few weeks, though! Just last week, in fact, Gabrielle became daytime trained! It was very much against her will, but I was fed up with knowing she could exercise control, but chose not to. We had one day

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1164767504529027322006-11-28T21:02:00.000-05:002006-11-28T21:31:44.670-05:00

First of all, my mom has been visiting, so I've been pretty much offline the whole time she's been here. Six years since I saw her! It was a great visit, she really bonded with the girls and we sent her off today with great struggles to not break down in tears in the middle of the airport terminal.Best of all, Mom made it clear that she approves of my family and my home and me and how I'm living

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So, that acetaminophen recall? We have two of the effected bottles. Luckily, they are both unopened, and the open bottle we have (with just two pills left) is a completely different brand/manufacturer.Which brings us to the Great Cookie Scandal of the summer of 2006.I won't tell you the brand, because I have no desire to harm the company that made the cookies and I do believe it was a complete

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Gabrielle just walked up to me and earnestly explained how very, very important it is that she have candy, "in her mouf." Also cake and applesauce.In previous years I have doled out the Halloween candy, feeling like quite the responsible mother, a piece here, a piece there, never more than two or three pieces a day. Of course, what happened is that last year the girls started assuming there was

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1162487024088820282006-11-02T11:47:00.000-05:002006-11-02T12:03:44.116-05:00

I had my period the other week. (Yep, now that I am no longer trying to have babies, I'm menstruating like clockwork. Granted, a clock that only strikes midnight once every three months, but still, excuse me? Irony is much more interesting in someone else's life, OK?)Anyway. Digressing, digressing.The point is that all of a sudden my clothes started getting tight. Not just the clothes that I have

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I have talked before on here about my relationship with my father. Well I got a call from him tonight.He has a tumor on his back. (As he says that my mind pictures the word. "Tumor." There it sits, in front of my eyes and I think in a vague way how it is tumor, not tumour, in America and how I always have a hard time remember to use American spelling not British, which is probably because I read

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In my heart is endless summer.As in, I can't believe it's already gotten this cold! Where did my beautiful summer weather go? How did winter sneak up on me this way? It's rotten and I'm not standing for it!Kira and AGK both have pictures up about snow and I have to say, I only shudder to look at them. I heard yesterday that a nearby town, only a little higher up in the hills than we are, had two

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Gabrielle woke up with a wet bed, and now I can't fall back asleep. I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep. I hate it when that happens.Rather than just lie there in a dark room, listening the husband snore and worrying myself sick about everything bad in the world, I thought I'd come out here and do something useful. Or at least entertaining. I don't know if I would go so far as to call updating this

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Well.Hi, there.Got a new look. See?Feel free to look around. We haven't seen each other in a long time, and pretending an intense interest in my new wall art is a perfectly legitimate way to gloss over the temporary awkwardness.What's up with me?Well, it's been a busy summer around here. Somehow it just flew by and before I knew it school had started and the maples in the neighbor's backyard were

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I am not the person I used to be.As the months pass, and I increasingly throw off the effects of the postpartum depression I suffered through for so long, I keep finding that certain things about me are different.This isn't the sort of change that occurs when you grow after going through some extreme experience. No, this feels more like something inside me has broken. It's hard to put into words.

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It turns out that all the kids near us are older than Arielle by at least three years. They tend to be in the latter half of their elementary school years, up through high school. Which is becoming painful.Next door there lives a little girl, Jasmine, five years older than Arielle. She has been over here playing with the girls a few times, as have other of the neighborhood kids, but only a little

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Okay, Kira and Mia! How about some pictures to show you what I've been doing?This is Arielle's and Gabrielle's room. It is a light yellow, which looked much more lemony when it was wet, which caused a certain amount of consternation in the husband. But, it looks great now, and the Disney princess wall stickups look very good in there. The husband, when I got it all done, said it was the ultimate

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1144032551484000072006-04-02T22:20:00.000-04:002006-04-02T22:49:11.556-04:00

I am so tired.We got a truck the Saturday we were moving. Not the 24 foot we had reserved, but a 17 foot, which had the advantage of being easier to maneuver when you're trying to back into a driveway. So that was nice.What wasn't an advantage was that we wound up doing 2 trips, after which our helpers were too tired to go on. So, I spent all of last week trying to empty the rest of the house on

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We are moving Saturday!If we can get a truck.Because you see, first I had too many reservations, and then, when we got it straightened out, all of a sudden I had no reservations.It is all the truck rental place's fault.Why, oh why, is it so difficult to rent a truck when you want to move? This is even worse than when we moved up here.What happened is that I called to verify my reservation with

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And I spent all afternoon trying to get walls washed and holes filled so that we could paint. While the girls zoomed in and out of the house. And yelled, "Look at me, Mommy!" And tried to undress in front of open windows. And asked where were we sleeping? And threw tantrums when I said we weren't moving in yet.Grand total of rooms prepped for painting: 1.5Hours spent trying to accomplish

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This is it! This is The Day!At 9:30 we go to inspect the house one last time.At 10:30 we go to the lawyer's office and sign the papers, hand over the money, and get the keys.Woohoo!!!

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So, is anyone else watching 24? We have been recording it, since the husband can't watch it the night it airs. We watch it, instead, on the nights he's home. Tonight, though, I cheated and peeked while it was on to see who was going to die.Wow. What I got was a scene where a dad is saying good-bye to his little girl, because he's going to die to say everyone else.I lost it when the little girl

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So much packing still left to do! Although we never really did unpack a lot of stuff, so it's not as much as the last time we moved. Not to mention the husband is working like a trooper to get rid of all sorts of his old clutter.Less than a week until we take possession! Watch me hyperventilate!A week and a half to get everything cleaned and painted. Then one frenzied Saturday of friends coming

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Conversation between Arielle and the husband:They were standing at the head of the stairs (the husband was ready to go down to the basement to start sorting through the clutter to find what to throw out and what to pack and take with us to the new house.) I missed the first part of the conversation, but it caught my attention when Arielle said to the husband, "Your tummy is big!"The husband (who

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Why, no, I don't have time to blog. Thank you for asking! Because not only am I trying to pack, calling around to get our address changed, faxing last minute paperwork back and forth between us and the bank, planning out colors for our new rooms (and researching paint quality, how to prepare a room for painting, not to mention prices for paint and painting supplies), thinking about landscaping

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1140751483744154842006-02-23T22:11:00.000-05:002006-02-23T22:26:22.960-05:00

Yeah, Kira posts on her wedding day, and I don't post for over a week, even though all we're doing is buying a house.But we are buying it! We close in in the middle of March, and then we'll have until the end of the month to get everything ready over there and all our stuff moved over. Most important priorities: get a washer and dryer and put up a fence in the back yard.So far I have packed one

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1139916274753659252006-02-14T05:18:00.000-05:002006-02-14T06:24:34.813-05:00

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Not that I realized it was Valentine's Day until the home inspector pointed out that I'd scheduled the inspection for today. "Let's see," she said. "My first open appointment is next Tuesday, at 2 p.m. Would that work?" Then, when I eagerly accepted, she said, "Oh, that's Valentine's Day!" and I was worried for a moment that she was going to tell me she couldn't

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My head hurts. I had no idea buying a house was so much work. All these forms to fill out, decisions to make, research to be done ... It would be so much easier if our realtor would just tell us who to hire to do the inspection, but no, she has to give us a list of seven home inspectors. How am I supposed to know which one is any good? They're just a bunch a names!Plus getting insurance quotes,

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Guess what? We're moving!We got a call from the property manager's secretary late Friday afternoon. At 4:45, in fact. She wanted to give us a heads-up that we were getting inspected Monday morning.AAAHHH!!So, we spent Saturday: cleaning, doing touch-up painting, cleaning the carpets, sitting on Michael to make him clean his room, etc. etc. All the little details that tend to pile up. No big deal,

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Gaaah. My family? Unbelievably irritating today. What, did they all get together and say, "What's the best way to drive Mommy crazy?"And all this on a day when the world is just full of unbearable tragedy and all I can do is cry for all the sorrow and loss out there. Except when I'm crying over my family being so mean to me and trying to annoy me all day long.All of which was not helped by the

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Breakfast MenuCerealOrange JuiceBanana Bread, still warm, with butterWhich the girls do not eat, intead spending their time making loud and annoying noises to each other, then, while I am out of the room, beating each other with a brand-new loaf of white bread.Following which, they come and complain to me that they are hungry.

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Arielle and her friend Jacob have discovered knock-knock jokes. It turns out that Jacob's mom, on the days she drives them, has been trying to teach them the knock-knock joke that goes:Knock-knockWho's there?BananaBanana who?Knock-knockWho's there?BananaBanana who?Knock-knockWho's there?OrangeOrange who?Orange you glad I didn't say banana?Arielle got it; Jacob didn't. So today, on the way home

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I just found out that my little sister is an alcoholic.It's so hard to even type that phrase.My sister is an alcoholic.No, that can't be true. My sister is afflicted with alcoholism. That sounds better. My bipolar sister has been self-medicating with alcohol. That's better, too.There's just something so harsh, so permanent about saying, "My sister is an alcoholic."I've never personally known an

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Arielle has taken to lying, kind of. She doesn't tell me flat out whoppers. What she does is, when I ask her a question to which she thinks the answer might get her into trouble, she'll answer instead, "I don't know."I first noticed this last week in the whole carpet/picture incident. Now that I think about it, it seems I've been getting the "I don't know" answer quite a bit recently, but I took

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If you have a sick and very small child, here's something useful to help you figure out how much medication to give them.Ibuprofen Dosage ChartAcetominophen Dosage ChartI always hated how, if you tried to look up dosing information with infant medication it would only say to ask your doctor if the child is under two. Um, yeah. So this is great! For other medications, go to Medicine Cabinet at the

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I cannot believe what Arielle did. All I did was leave the room for a couple of minutes. I walked back in the living room to see Arielle sitting on the floor on front of the couch. She looked at me and said, "Look, Mommy! I drew a big picture!"Yes, she had. All over the carpet.Needless to say, I did not respond with the delight she anticipated.Since she refused to tell me what she had drawn with

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Today I: Went shopping Came home and put the groceries away Baked a birthday cake Cleaned the house Did two loads of laundry Wrapped two presents Made dinner for us and two guests Entertained our guests Managed a birthday party Wrote this blog entry I can't believe I did this much. Three months ago only one of these would have been enough to exhaust and overwhelm me.

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Arielle has her first birthday party today, which has me wondering what to expect. What exactly is a mom supposed to do at a preschooler birthday party? Would I look pushy and overprotective if I stayed? Would I look selfish and uncaring if I dropped her off and left for the library? Luckily the husband is home, so I don't have to worry about what to do with Gabrielle.****************************

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It was a bad day yesterday, parts of which involved: Finding out when I went to pay for the groceries that Gabrielle had pulled out my wallet when she got into my purse earlier that day. This was after an hour of enduring my daughters whining, fighting, throwing temper tantrums, running up and down the aisles, and trying to open interesting containers. Being told that I was given incorrect

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I lost a filling a while ago and when I went to the dentist he said that there was no point in trying to save the tooth; I should get it pulled instead of getting it filled again.All of which means I spent 24 hours last week on a liquid diet.Wow. How do people do this on a long term basis? My body just refused to believe something that wasn't chewable was food. I spent the whole time starved.I

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My little girl is growing up, and it's hilarious.One of Arielle's schoolmates lives near us, so his mom and I take turns driving them. Naturally, the kids have become good friends, but Arielle (who loves everyone she meets with all of her little heart) has become especially attached to Jacob. The last time Arielle was dropped off, Jacob's Mom shared with me the following exchange between the two

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I just love having Tivo! We've been using it constantly and having a blast doing so. Right now, the girls are watching The Magic Schoolbus, which I've got on a Season Pass. It's so nice when things are easy!There are really only two shows that I'll try to make sure the girls watch. The Magic Schoolbus and Cyberchase are both educational and entertaining. Cyberchase is Arielle's favorite of all

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This has been a good year. Oh, sure it's had its hard times, but looking back at where we were at this time last year, life is much better.Last year at this time, we hadn't had any money for Christmas. We didn't have any money for the rent, and the money we were counting on didn't show up by the first, like I'd counted on. Luckily the first was a holiday, so I went by the property manager's

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Maybe if I went back and changed my answers?

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Michael wants a cell phone. I figured he'd like having one, but he didn't bring it up until last night.No sooner does the kid get back than he wants to go out again, this time to spend the night with his friends. Excuse me? Um, you were sick? You are sick? I don't think so?Anyway, it all boiled down into a discussion (a polite and courteous one, in fact, which was very pleasant!) about

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Arielle is in her room, wailing loud enough to drown out a fire alarm. The source of this distress? Well, what else but bedtime? Supposedly she is hungry, thirsty, needs to use the rest room, needs to cuddle with Mommy, you name it. The list is infinite, I am sure.However. We are making some progress, finally. She is hopping up and down less than she used to and is arguing with us less when we

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So, Arielle threw up in the car on the way home from the store, Christmas Eve. It went downhill from there.I have down more cleaning this last weekend, than I have ever done on any holiday, ever. I love my Clorox wipes. It makes me feel so much better when I'm cleaning up something disgusting to know that everything is getting disinfected.Bleach is our friend. It is.Michael is with his mother

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I feel rather smug about gift-giving this year. Even with banging up my knee, I've had my shopping done for the last week.Of course, I can't pat myself too firmly on the back. This is the first year I won't be in a store on Christmas Eve! Which is such a huge relief. Tomorrow, I'm going to take the girls and let them "help" with wrapping presents. We'll put them under the tree Saturday, I think,

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Michael is talking to me again. Which is nice, this close to Christmas. It does tend to take the edge off the Christmas cheer when you have a member of the family spending all of his time glowering at you and slamming doors.Sheesh, all I did was ask him to turn his radio off while he's sleeping.I told him yesterday (after he broke the ice) that he doesn't have to see his mom if it's making him

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Kira mentioned something about ham on her blog, which was in no way, shape or form what the post is about. But, it did make me think about this story from the husband's side of the family.Now, to understand this story, you have to understand that the husband's grandfather was a Jew, who had married a Gentile. And you also have to know (just in case you have never learned anything about the

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Michael is going to be spending a week with his mom, after Christmas. Which is causing some problems. Anytime he has to spend time with his mother he gets really irritable for a week or two beforehand. Just this morning he told me in detail how I was the source of all evil in the world, swore at me twice, and slammed three doors. And that was just his first half hour out of bed.When he comes back

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... or maybe not that gracefully.I introduced the girls to sledding this last weekend (more on that in another post). Everything went extremely well, until I slipped on a semi-melted patch of snow. I can remember looking down at my bent knee, twisting off to the side as I fell, thinking to myself, "Oh-oh, this isn't good."And then I was lying in the snow, my leg twisted off to the side, and

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The other night I was taking a group of teens from church to an activity that had been planned for them. It was a 45 minute drive, so I had plenty of time to listen in on the (aggressive) flirting that was going on between the three boys and one girl in the car with me.One of the boys was Michael and at one point the girl asked him, "Hey, Michael, do you MySpace?" And Michael replied, "No, I

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Well, now that I have adjusted and the MW world is not coming to an end after all, I suppose I should get back to my regularly scheduled blogging.Good news on the carpal tunnel front! We got a new chair, an investment in our future as I see it. It's much better than our old computer chair and I can tell the difference already in the way my hands feel after I've been typing. Of course, now I have

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I wasn't going to blog about this, but then I started writing a comment on Kira's blog and couldn't stop. So, I thought I'd better bring it over here.I've been a member of Momwriters for over 7 years. I joined in October, 1998, just in time to vote in the first Halloween contest. (I still have a copy of the story I voted for, a chilling little piece about a woman wondering through a house full of

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Wow. You spend two weeks not blogging and all of a sudden you're out of the habit! Have I really not posted since Monday?Of course, part of that is because Michael called home from school Tuesday morning, sick. Watch Jennifer panic! He's been home ever since. I took him to the doctor, who said it was too early to tell if it was mono and not to worry. Just treat it like any other virus and if it

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So, I can once again hold a spoon without crying from pain. Two weeks of staying offline as much as I could stand and wearing a brace rather more than I could stand (although it was a great excuse for getting out of some things.) I woke up one morning in excruciating pain stabbing through the length of my arm. My shoulder throbbed, my hand went numb if I so much as made a fist and the slightest

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I goofed up my arm something fierce at the end of last week, and it's just not getting better. I'm not sure what I did, I just woke up one morning in intense pain. So, I'm gonna be offline for a while. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and I'll see what he says.Have a happy holiday everyone!Oh, by they way, I've been doing this blog for two years now. Wow. Has it really been that long?

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I wrote a fan letter today to the author of a book I've enjoyed for several years now. I ran across her email address online and thought I'd drop her a line letting her know how much I've enjoyed the book and inspiring I found it during a couple of difficult times in my life.She wrote back, which I thought was very nice of her. It turns out my letter arrived at a time in her life which has been

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Yeah, I know. What else did I think would happen? And, as you are doubtless thinking to yourself, it's all my own fault. I brought this down on my own head. I have no-one to blame but myself.The germs must have started multiplying as soon as I signed the contract.Two days of exercising at the new gym near me. Brand new machines. Kids' area. Less than five minutes, door to door, from

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Halloween was fun. The girls were in their costumes bright and early and waited impatiently all day for time to go trick or treating. It was very hard to wait; we had several hastily-averted meltdowns before dinner, and after dinner it was an ongoing battle to hold them back long enough to get costumes on before they charged out after candy!The husband stayed home to hand out candy while I took

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Sorry I haven't been posting anything. I lost a filling earlier this week and I can't get in to the dentist until Monday. Which works out well for my getting a babysitter, but leaves me in misery and pain every day for the rest of this week.I hate getting old. Forget the wrinkles. It's my teeth that are falling apart!My grandmother had all her teeth pulled when she was still fairly young. I

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My brother who has been over in Iraq is back in this country.I'm so relieved. I have spent the last year with the television grabbing my attention every time I heard about deaths and casualties over there, every time wondering if it was my brother. Sometimes I knew right away it couldn't be him, because it was the wrong branch of the service or the wrong type of job. Other times I just had to

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Needless to say, the girls are in a complete frenzy today. I keep telling Arielle that we can't go trick or treating until after dinner, which led her to say, at lunchtime, "I want dinner now!" They are both in their costumes and have been all day.It's so fun to watch them enjoying those very feminine little costumes. Gabrielle was swishing her princess skirt from side to side earlier, and

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Good heavens, the search strings have gone crazy all of a sudden. Who would have guessed that so many people were looking for instructions on how to make a Waldo costume? And children seem to be swallowing coins at an unprecendented rate. I can only assume that it is because they have been trick or treating early (as my two did at our church Trunk or Treat last weekend) and have been gorging on

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There I was 17 again, with that wonderful figure that I never appreciated when I had it. In my dream I was in high school again, in science class, or was it an art class? It might have been some weird dream combination of the two.The best part of the dream was that Michael Shanks was there, and he needed my help. He was actually Daniel Jackson, though, which is why he needed my help with a lab

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There we are, Arielle at preschool, Gabrielle watching Go, Diego, Go, and Mommy grabbing a few quiet moments on the computer. Suddenly Diego asks the watching children what he needs to get down the waterfall (a hang glider) and instead of answering, as she usually does when watching Diego, Gabrielle turns to me and buries her head in my leg for a second. Then she turns a quarter of the way back

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Arielle informs me that there is a pickle living inside her ear. I asked her which one and she replied that it was both ears.It is a green pickle she says, which is important to know, because, you see, some pickles are red, blue, white, yellow, orange and purple.When asked why the pickle is in her ear, she said it was because it hurt too much to take it out, because it is a sticky pickle. When I

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Ok. I'm back. The dizziness isn't too bad as long as I take care not to get too tired and I can once again get up from a seated position on the floor with only a grunt to remind me that I am not as young as I used to be.I am also thinking more clearly than I have in a long time. Which is very nice.I'd love to be able to say, "I'm all better! Life is good and will remain so evermore!" But, that

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I've been weaning myself off my antidepressant for several weeks now. I've been going much slower than my doctor said, just to be on the safe side, and even that wasn't slow enough. I've been looking through the medication's literature and since I took my last pill, last week, I've been having every withdrawal symptom they warn about, plus a few more.All my joints hurt. I keep wondering if this

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This list is The American Library Association's 100 Most Frequently Challenged Books of 1990 - 2000. I thought it would be interesting to bold the ones I've read. Why yes, I am feeling lazy and clueless this week. It's been a long one, what can I say?By the way, you might notice I've read almost all the Judy Blume books on this list. So, when I say I can't stand her books, now you know I've at

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You know what happens when you don't have time to spend online for a few days? IMPORTANT THINGS, that's what!I'm sitting here alternately crying and laughing and squealing over Kira's news and confusing my children, who don't understand how crying can be a happy thing.

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Wow. What a holiday weekend this has been.My dad and his wife got in extremely late Saturday night, so we didn't see them until late Sunday morning. They showed up with presents for all the kids; Michael got a book and the girls got Cabbage Patch Dolls.It was so weird to see my dad again. I haven't seen him in person since my sister's wedding, six years ago. It always feels strange seeing people

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So.Well.Ahem.Say someone I know, some middle-aged woman with two small children, just a friend you understand, told me that she spent the day spouting off to a third party about how wonderful she is. You know the sort of thing. "I invented the internet, blah, blah, blah, best mother in the world, blah, blah, sew designer outfits by hand for impoverished third world starving children, blah, blah,

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So this is the weekend my father is coming.I am a little stressed.I've been working all week on getting the house clean, but for some reason it doesn't seem to have made any difference. It looks at the moment like a tornado has swept through.As my mother always used to say, "If everyone in this family would just stop eating and wearing clothes my life would be a lot easier!"Of course, I keep

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It can be hard to get them to sleep sometimes.Soft little voice coming from the darkened room, two hours after bedtime:"Arielle? Wake up!"PauseWake up, Arielle!"Pause"Mommy!"Pause"Mommy!"Pause(repeat three more times)Mommy resolutely ignores the call."Oh, no." (said in tones resigned, yet resolute, with a hint of annoyance)Sound of rustling.I waited. Sure enough, I soon saw Gabrielle trotting

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Arielle embroidered her first picture Saturday.I've been in the mood to do some needlework lately, so I pulled out a cross stitch project I've been working on for awhile. Arielle has been fascinated by it and keeps begging to help so I decided to give her something to do. I copied a picture of a strawberry from a coloring book of hers and poked holes in it. Then I threaded a tapestry needle with

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Poor Arielle got her first sting today. I was in the kitchen with Gabrielle when I heard this frantic, frightened screaming from the bedroom.I had Gabrielle off my lap and back onto the floor before I knew what I was doing. I met Arielle running down the hall, sobbing and holding her arm.I hugged her and picked her up to carry her into the kitchen. She kept crying, saying something about being

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One of the local grocery stores had a fantastic sale on hamburger, so I spent the last two days canning up 25 pints of cooked hamburger. You might think that hamburger canned in water doesn't sound very good, but it's actually really useful in things like spaghetti sauce, hamburger stroganoff, and other recipes that call for already cooked ground beef.One of the nice side benefits of doing it

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We never locked the door when I was a teenager. As a matter of fact, when my parents got divorced, my mother had to go out and buy new doorknobs for the doors, because the locks didn't even work.One snowy day in high school, I got home to find that everyone was gone. No problem. I knew the door was unlocked.Except that it wasn't.So I went to the basement door.That was locked, too.OK, that was

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I think my daughter is in love with Diego.Go, Diego, Go has become the newest must-watch show in our house. In case you are an exemplary parent whose children never watch tv, or you just don't have preschoolers in your house, Diego is Dora the Explorer's cousin, who lives at an animal rescue center and spends his time saving animals. There is much flying through the trees, problem solving and

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Gabrielle has decided to train herself. She pulled a mutiny Friday, refusing to wear diapers and insisting on wearing the pullups Arielle uses at night. Then she insisted on being put on the toilet, where she immediately urinated.Since then, the only time she's needed to be changed is when there's been an accident (where she couldn't make it to the bathroom in time) and in the morning.I am

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I was talking with someone earlier today about the pros and cons of vaccinations. I've been thinking about it ever since, which of course meant, Hey! Blog topic! So here I am, climbing onto my soapbox.I was never vaccinated as a kid. Not that my parents had any moral objections to it. No, they just never really got around to it. Now, we didn't have medical insurance, or money, but mostly it was

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Oh, dear, I have a new toy. It. Is. So. Great.LibraryThingLook for Jensgalore to see my library (only some of my books - I'm going to have to get the full membership!)

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I just had a knock at the door. It was a friend, stopping by to pick up Arielle to play with her daughter. I wasn't at church yesterday, because I haven't been feeling well. My friend wanted to give me a break by taking one of the kids.Isn't that just so sweet and kind? You know, I've never had anyone do that for me before. I am so lucky to have a friend like her!Last night, Arielle wouldn't go

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1088141488822783172005-09-17T15:36:00.000-04:002005-09-17T15:36:19.723-04:00

I ran across this in my drafts. I'm not sure why I never posted it. I guess I ran out of time before we packed up the computer. It seemed a shame to waste it, though, just because it all happened a year ago. I did go through and make some changes. I was mad enough at the time I wrote it to put in the name of the company we were trying to work with. Times heals at least most wounds, though, so I

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1126789432522329002005-09-15T08:27:00.000-04:002005-09-15T09:03:52.550-04:00

Arielle loves going to school. Since her teacher lives near us, as well as another student in Arielle's class, we've worked out a carpooling arrangement. The teacher picks up the kids and takes them to school in the morning. Half the time I pick the kids up from school and the other half of the time it's the other mom.Arielle loves this. I was a little worried that first morning we did this, but

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Aaaarrgghh!!My father is coming!He's been talking for months about coming out here to visit, but something always comes up and then he winds up postponing the trip. But now he's making reservations for October!Nothing like being confronted with a close to done deal, to discover your true feelings. I thought I was comfortable with this, but my first inner reaction was a sick feeling of dread. I'm

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Pizza! Hah! Fie on pizza! Why isn't there anybody who'll deliver ice cream to poor housewives stuck at home for the evening with two sleeping little ones? Where is the hero who will bring me Häagen-Dazs? (By the way, the light version? Simply to die for. Seriously. Soooo yum.)Chocolate! I must have Dutch Chocolate!

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I have to say, it gives me a little shiver of pleasure every time I go in our bedroom and see the purple pillowcases peaking out at me! I love having color around. It's something I never really had the courage to do when I was younger. I was beige all the way. Loved color, wanted to surround myself with it, but never did. I worried too much about what other people would think and would I get it

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One of the houses at the entrance to our subdivision has been sold and they've been having a yard sale out there all week. Arielle wanted to go for a walk the other day to see the ducks, so we wound up going right past. Naturally we came back with stuff!One of the things I got was a complete set of king sheets, for only $5. Talk about excited! When I realized they were big enough to fit our bed I

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I've got a chance to write a column, maybe, for a magazine that is fairly major among one of my major interests. Yeah, I know, pretty roundabout, but I don't want to mess this up for myself by saying too much.I wrote a letter to the editor, and the editor wrote back and asked me if I would be interested in writing an article on the topic I wrote the letter about. I, of course, jumped on the

Jensgalorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08835640902319088468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081319.post-1126150963370779882005-09-07T23:34:00.000-04:002005-09-07T23:42:43.376-04:00

Being a glutton for punishment, I bought a bushel of peaches yesterday and have been busy with them off and on all day today.I'll try to post something substantial tomorrow.

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