tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39437264248611314742024-03-05T05:55:10.400-05:00Every Now and a JennJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-65294809291775959382011-10-27T16:30:00.000-04:002011-10-27T17:00:58.716-04:00Growing Up and Growing OldI stumbled upon this graphic the other day and it got me thinking of how much our culture has changed in the last few decades. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>My favorite things in the 80’s</b>
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1) The Cabbage Patch Doll <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mom told me the story of how bad I wanted a cabbage patch doll for Christmas. She said my dad was out past midnight Christmas Eve trying to hunt one down for me. He got into fights at stores, I was told, but he never gave up. He was in a store that was about close when he spotted a box on the floor that was torn to shreds… Where others passed it up because of the box, to my father it looked like a million bucks. He found his baby girl a Cabbage Patch Doll. I don’t remember the box- but I remember the doll, his birth certificate, and dragging him with me wherever I went. And the sentiment of my parents stopping at nothing to make my Christmas special- makes it my very favorite 80’s toy. <br><br>
2) Atari and Nintendo. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If I sum up the number of hours spent playing Donkey Kong and Mario Brothers- I'm sure it would total a good year of my life <br><br>
3) Girltalk, Candyland, Memory, Perfection, Trouble, Operation and Hungry Hippos <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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4) Big Wheels. Every kid had one <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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5)Alphie and Turbo Tomy <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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6)Aqua Play, Speak and Spell, and See and Say
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7) Crossfire and Lite-brite <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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8) View Master (had ALL the disney inserts), and The Mini Piano
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9) Skip-it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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10) My art's and crafts consisited of the following: Fashion Plates, Clicky pens with lots of color choices, bracelet pens, tons of erasers you could buy in the candy store for pennies, scented markers (Grape!!), Pencils where you pushed to get the next tip out and put the old one back on the bottom, Scratch and Sniff Stickers, Paint with Color books, (Rainbow Brite!), and who can forget the Spriograph! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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11) Trapper Keeper! ( I bet you're all remember the very one you had right this second :) )<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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12) Shoelace Barretts, Colorful Hairclips, and Pink Rollers
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13) Baby Soft Perfume <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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14)Those Magnetic Drawing Toys <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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15) All the cool kids had these skatse <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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16) McDonald's Cookies <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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17) Clackers and Ice Cream Cones <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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18)Lunch Boxes <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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19) My high-tech gadgets were this Camera, Cassett Tapes (How cool were they compared to 45's!), a Boom Box and Walkman. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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20)LA Gears <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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21) Berenstein Bears, Scholastic Book Sales at School, (how awesome it was to come back from lunch and have see your order on your desk), Clifford, Highlights, Scary Stories, The Choose Your Own Adventure books where you got to "Skip to page 43 if Sally skips school or Skip to page 91 if Sally broke her leg". And of course... saving the best for last- The Baby Sitters Club <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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22) Party Lines on a phone like this<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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23)Cheez Balls <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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24) Melt Beads, Candy Lipsticks, and Slap Braclets <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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25)"MASH"- The game that told us who we were going to marry, where we'd live, how many kids we'd have, etc. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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26)Sun in!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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28)Glow Worms <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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29) Tube Socks and Stirrup Pants <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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30) Drawing S's like this on our notebooks and desks because it was cool <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>80's TV is in a leauge of it's own. Here were my favorites: </b>
21 Jump Street, Alf, Alien Nation, Charles in Charge, The Cosby Show, Different World, Doogie Howser, Double Dare, Family Matters, Family Ties, Full House, Golden Girls, Growing Pains, Highway to Heaven, The Hogan Family, Married with Children, Mr Belevdere, Out of this World, Perfect Strangers, Punky Brewster, Reading Rainbow, Saved by the Bell, Small Wonder, Too Close for Comfort, You Can't Do that On TV, Webster, Who's the Boss, and The Wonder Years
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<B>Favorite 80's Movies</b>
ET, Karate Kid, Back to the Future, Goonies, Rain Man, and Who Framed Roger Rabbit
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I remember spending Saturday mornings with my father watching the Three Stooges and the WWF. He loved his wrestling! I did too- it's my favorite pasttime with my father. Here are my favorite wrestlers from back in the day:
Andre the Giant, The British Bulldogs, The Bushwackers (ALL time favorite), Dusty Rhodes, Fabulous Moolah, Hacksaw, Hulk, Superfly Snuka, Macho Man, Rowdy Piper, The Harts, Undertaker, and Yokozuna
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McDonald's Beach. Yes- there was such a place. And yes- it was in NJ. My mom took me and my brother there a lot in the summers. I really wish it was still around. Here's the latest picture of the place... Last I heard they were going to build some sort of Catering Hall on the property :( <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This was the TV we watched TV on til the day my mom died in 2007. What TV nowadays can last that long? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My living room walls were paneled.
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From a baby to my teenage years- i was driven around in an Oldsmobile. Kids today don't even know what that is :(
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Gas was around 90 cents a gallon, milk around 1.50, loaf of bread was under a dollar- and because I used to run to the corner store for my mom- i remember when ciggarettes were just $2.00.
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The Ground Round- Where the weight of kids totaled the amount of their bill. Sadly I was a ham, so my parents had to dig deep in their pockets:-) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And lastly, the very last thing that I remember from the 80's: The smell of hairspray and hairdryers each and every morning.
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Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-36628956792211894252011-05-08T12:53:00.004-04:002011-05-10T20:01:29.772-04:00Happy Mother's Day, Mom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZskALqNLo-y9w7XjMtHIed7E50eHD0r6wdRknKsbXMM0l3dPJR2Xxik5UrGW86Wmyl2s5XwvPkYB3uhykd2KsXNjb18J8VRT9ee0fKlw8hcyrrZz_jKtVj3Z-uLsJOZhBRYTVuM-ViS_2/s1600/mom2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZskALqNLo-y9w7XjMtHIed7E50eHD0r6wdRknKsbXMM0l3dPJR2Xxik5UrGW86Wmyl2s5XwvPkYB3uhykd2KsXNjb18J8VRT9ee0fKlw8hcyrrZz_jKtVj3Z-uLsJOZhBRYTVuM-ViS_2/s200/mom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604389753679331138" /></a><br />On a somber Tuesday night four years ago today- at exactly 8:41pm on May 8th, 2007- I watched as my 57 year old mother left this world far too soon. Since then I can’t count the number of tears I cried, sleepless nights I’ve had, or the number of times I’ve asked the question ‘why?’. Without hesitation I can easily spend today doing just that. But instead, on this day I choose to celebrate her life and celebrate the amazing mother she was. <br /><br />They say the dates on your tombstone don’t matter… it’s the little line that stands in between the two that define who the person was. <br /><br />So Mom, on this Mother’s Day, I give you your line.<br /><br />Happy Mother’s Day Mom and Happy Four Years of painless peace. Here’s your in-between…<br /><br /> <br />1949 – 2007<br /> <br />My Beautiful Mother, where do I begin?<br /><br />Stunning on the outside, even more within<br /><br />Eyes that glistened and shined with grace<br /><br />A smile as welcoming as a warm embrace<br /><br />Strong and determined- stubborn as they come<br /><br />If you had your mind set- it was over and done<br /><br />You craved your morning coffee and Marlboro 100 Lights<br /><br />Shopping on the weekends and late casino nights<br /><br />Summers on the beach or tanning by the lake<br /><br />Winters watching football or sleeping in real late<br /><br />Sunglasses and purses- the bigger the better<br /><br />Before it was popular you were always the trendsetter<br /><br />Loved General Hospital and Dancing with the Stars<br /><br />Planting in the garden and sitting in the front yard<br /><br />You changed your kitchen curtains every other week<br /><br />The house was always spotless- you huge neat freak<br /><br />The “man” of the house – your hands did it all<br /><br />Laid down new flooring, painted all the walls<br /><br />Never scared to get dirty- always jumped right in<br /><br />Such a lady on the outside, yet a tomboy within<br /><br />Politics made your blood boil but how you loved it so<br /><br />Seemed like every other month there was a sign in our window<br /><br />Your name was on the ballot the month after you died<br /><br />and wouldn’t you know you still won it by a landslide<br /><br />Handing out turkeys on a cold Thanksgiving day<br /><br />Filling up a refrigerator for a family who’d lost their way<br /><br />You always gave to others more than you took in<br /><br />Helping made you feel better than receiving ever did<br /><br />Though you had a kind demeanor- you could be a real blood-hound<br /><br />Cross you the wrong way and you were the biggest bitch around<br /><br />You took no prisoners and your hit list was long<br /><br />No one ever questioned how much you were headstrong<br /><br />You stood up for what you believed in and never backed down<br /><br />When others around you were quiet- you had the loudest voice around<br /><br />You rooted for the underdog even if they stood no chance<br /><br />You walked to your own rhythm and swayed to your own dance<br /><br />No matter where you would go, it’s like you were the Mayor<br /><br />Someone was always saying- ‘Hey Patty see ya later!’<br /><br />If your children ever did something wrong-oh God forbid<br /><br />There was always someone around- “ Aren’t you Patricia’s kid?”<br /><br />There’s no doubting the fact- I’m your daughter, for sure<br /><br />Your stubbornness, kindness- and the strength to endure<br /><br />Your life was one lived striving to better the future<br /><br />But you got cut off too soon- never closed that last suture<br /><br />Your line may be determined between two certain years<br /><br />But the meaning behind it lives on loud and clear<br /><br />So although your tombstone may read 1949 - 2007<br /><br />Your legacy and energy live on even now in 2011<br /><br />Taken away too soon, four years ago today<br /><br />I may have lost my mother but your memory is here to stay<br /><br />Your soul, your energy, that power you possessed<br /><br />Continues to tuck me in at night and lay me down to rest<br /><br />I know one thing for certain- your line was carved in bold<br /><br />Your in-between had meaning still continuing to unfold<br /><br />Happy Mother’s Day in Heaven and Happy Four Years at Rest<br /><br />Today I celebrate your life and the woman who lived it best!<br /><br /> <br /><br />I love you, MomJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-2213975425486429062011-03-24T10:31:00.002-04:002011-03-24T10:35:54.079-04:0018 Things I Wish I knew<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:7;"><br />My Sister-in-law's neice is turning 18- here's a little snippit of what I wrote to her in her card... 18 thinks I wish I knew when I was 18. What do you wish you knew then that you do now?<br /><br />18 things I wish I knew when I was 18<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>1. Hold on tight. Not only to life, but to your mom. The grip seems to slip as you get older- so the tighter the grip, the better off you’ll be<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>2. You matter. Don’t let others make you feel else wise<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>3. Don’t only save money- save pictures (PRINT THEM), save things you’ve written, and save old notes and letters from school. It’s the best feeling finding and re-finding them in boxes years down the road.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>4. Remember that fight you had with your friend the year before you slipped down the stairs because you forgot your homework at home? Yep, exactly. They don’t matter<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>5. Honesty may not always be the best policy- but integrity matters above all else<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>6. Make small attainable goals more often than lofty ones. Waiting for results suck<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>7. A lot of what you’ll study in college you’ll forget. What I didn’t: Time management, perseverance, taking criticism, letting go, moving on, and that one professor who told me to never stop writing… That’s what college is all about<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>8. Change is a wonderful - habits are meant to be broken<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>9. The moments you will always remember at those you didn’t plan. Spend less time planning and more time experiencing<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>10. Don’t be scared to be original… Most people you meet are trying to be someone they’re not. Stand out- the more unique you are the more in demand you’ll be. You don’t have to please to be wanted<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>11. If you learn something meaningful- or if something moves you… Always, always pass it on<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color:purple;">Before my mom passed away she gave me on piece of advice… I guess she knew I was a little compulsive (who, me?? never!:)) She told me when I have a decision to make- no matter how big or small, think of an STD. My first words to her were, “eww gross, ma. Please I don’t wanna have THIS talk…” but she put up her hand, and said “ Stop, Think, then Decide” Best advice I’ve ever received</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><li>12. Instead of wasting your energy hating someone- pity them. Anger has the power to control your soul, empathy only makes you stronger<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>13. Your instincts never lie<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>14. Only when you stop looking for something… anything… that’s when it’ll appear<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>15. Don’t wait for tomorrow, a new month, a new week, a New Year -to start over. Close your eyes, open them- and go. Now. Slipping? See #1<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>16. Negative people are like magnets- they attract negative things. Rid them from your life<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>17. People will constantly push their opinions on you. Never be afraid to push back. Question everything<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>18. The last thing I wish I knew when I was 18- he wasn’t worth it<br /><br /><br /><br /><li>19….one for good luck? People always give that extra punch but I’m not going to. You don’t need luck- you need passion. And I know you already got it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Happy 18th Birthday, Maria! Cherish it. Right now you probably can’t wait to be out of your teens, and out on your own. But trust me when I say there comes a point in your life when you’d give anything to just go back. To go back to the spot you’re in now. The spot when you’d give anything to just grow up. It’s a crazy paradox, but try your hardest to never rush it. Life moves far too quickly on its own.<br />Love you like a sister! Enjoy your birthday and may the next year be filled with lots of love, laughter, and health!!<br /><br /></li><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:arial narrow;"><span style="font-size:7;"><span style="font-size:6;"></span></span></span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-34682343221918705302011-03-23T13:14:00.006-04:002011-03-23T13:20:28.446-04:00Eggsactly<a href="http://www.eligr.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/postie-media13.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.eligr.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/postie-media13.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I stumbled upon a lovely short story this afternoon called "The Egg". I read it twice, and each time I read it in a different way- with a different meaning. I think this is one of those stories that should be passed on.... so, enjoy :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Egg<br /><br />By: Andy Weir<br />www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html<br /><br /> <br /><br />You were on your way home when you died. <br /><br />It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. <br /><br />And that’s when you met me. <br /><br />“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”<br /><br />“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. <br /><br />“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”<br /><br />“Yup,” I said.<br /><br />“I… I died?”<br /><br />“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.<br /><br />You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”<br /><br />“More or less,” I said. <br /><br />“Are you god?” You asked.<br /><br />“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”<br /><br />“My kids… my wife,” you said. <br /><br />“What about them?”<br /><br />“Will they be all right?” <br /><br />“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”<br /><br />You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty. <br /><br />“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”<br /><br />“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”<br /><br />“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”<br /><br />“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”<br /><br />“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”<br /><br />You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”<br /><br />“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”<br /><br />“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”<br /><br />“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”<br /><br />I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.<br /><br />“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”<br /><br />“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”<br /><br />“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”<br /><br />“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”<br /><br />“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”<br /><br />“Where you come from?” You said.<br /><br />“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”<br /><br />“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”<br /><br />“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”<br /><br />“So what’s the point of it all?”<br /><br />“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”<br /><br />“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.<br /><br />I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”<br /><br />“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”<br /><br />“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”<br /><br />“Just me? What about everyone else?”<br /><br />“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.” <br /><br />You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”<br /><br />“All you. Different incarnations of you.”<br /><br />“Wait. I’m everyone!?”<br /><br />“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back. <br /><br />“I’m every human being who ever lived?”<br /><br />“Or who will ever live, yes.”<br /><br />“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”<br /><br />“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.<br /><br />“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.<br /><br />“And you’re the millions he killed.”<br /><br />“I’m Jesus?”<br /><br />“And you’re everyone who followed him.”<br /><br />You fell silent. <br /><br />“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”<br /><br />You thought for a long time. <br /><br />“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”<br /><br />“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”<br /><br />“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”<br /><br />“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”<br /><br />“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”<br /><br />“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”<br /><br />And I sent you on your way.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-77175776329826380462011-03-19T12:40:00.003-04:002011-03-22T12:57:43.567-04:00To the Moon, Alice<a href="http://www.davethewinemerchant.com/onlinewineshop/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/to-The-Moon-Alice2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.davethewinemerchant.com/onlinewineshop/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/to-The-Moon-Alice2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />At first when I read about this "Supermoon" that was coming our way... I wasn't over the moon about it :) But, when the day came... I was out in my yard like millions of other people waiting to see something I never saw before. <br /><br />I dunno... I just didn't think it looked THAT big. It was bright, but I guess I just never paid too much attention to it in the past to know for certain that it was bigger than it was that last full moon. <br /><br />Regardless, it gave me an excuse to pop out my tele-zoom lense and have at it. I got a few cool pictures out of the experience... even caught something that looked to be oribiting the moon!! Enjoy...<br /><br /><img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/188659_730875008722_26105854_38822391_1004047_n.jpg" height=300 width=400><br><BR><br /><br /><img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196469_730875043652_26105854_38822392_2296831_n.jpg" height=300 width=400><br><BR><br /><br /><img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190647_730875118502_26105854_38822394_6773050_n.jpg" height=300 width=400><br><br><br /><br />First spotted something "near" the moon as it started to rise<img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/196729_730874953832_26105854_38822390_2752099_n.jpg" height=300 width=400><br><br><br /><br />Then about 10 minutes later... spotted it again. <br /><br><img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/199341_730874883972_26105854_38822388_3036326_n.jpg" height=300 width=400>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-30189734348950838782010-07-28T11:35:00.002-04:002010-07-28T11:41:57.595-04:00Bathroom Habits<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmdQnmTW6gilJVO9es2bKgzkfiPyvl7goSk0CotMtmiyDJJ3QAz_287pocrWycxuWoA6lVxXCs3hyegkiXdVsEsN9Zq1i0A6kZweO0AQHXsgOonvYNYQd_AGOSCZ7OdNWUn7OXSpvOkVa/s1600/toilet-in-Japan.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmdQnmTW6gilJVO9es2bKgzkfiPyvl7goSk0CotMtmiyDJJ3QAz_287pocrWycxuWoA6lVxXCs3hyegkiXdVsEsN9Zq1i0A6kZweO0AQHXsgOonvYNYQd_AGOSCZ7OdNWUn7OXSpvOkVa/s320/toilet-in-Japan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498982387311353714" /></a><br />So I was in a public restroom last wk... There were three stalls and I was certain no one was in the restroom with me. It was quiet and there were no feet showing under the doors. So anyhow- I started washing my hands when all of a sudden someone started peeing. So I looked under the doors and still- no feet. WTF? So I took my time washing my hands cause i needed to see who was going to pop out of the stall. Anyhow, sure enough, two feet jumped off the seat- the toilet flushed- and out walked a woman. She washed her hands and left like what just happened was completely normal. Leaving me standing there- bewildered- still washing my hands because I had no idea what I just witnessed.<br /><br />So anyhow, apparently, this woman stands on the toilet when she pees. To each their own, I guess, right? But that led me to wonder if other people had strange bathroom habits too?<br /><br />I'm a huge germophobe... just the thought of public restrooms skeeves me. I have to take off the first few feet of tp and flush it immediately- who knows what flew up and landed on it in prior flushes. Then I need to wipe the seat before putting a seat guard down. And only then can I pee. But that all seems normal to me...I think? :) Do you have a crazy bathroom habit? <br /><br />And if you're the woman who stood on the toilet while I was washing my hands... just know I find your behavior very odd and a little disturbing. But hey- it is pretty talented ... I’m not sure I’d be able to balance, squat, and pee at the same time. So kudos to you. But just so you know- I don't appreciate the skid marks you leave on the seat. Next time- pop a squat standing on a seat guard...Let's see how good your balance is then.<br /><br />That's all for now :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-88567720327252153842010-07-14T21:26:00.006-04:002010-07-14T21:58:03.463-04:00Brake Light Fever<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCih9uNtkcwjqt-3eB_WplQJQpBTrznlYxc9EYwJF9w-jsQ82G45DMUnKOoYrJ30Nle4Uz0PH29KdSrDLg1sTM-9Myjs8VmH3ENdYu5q79VuMYXZmwyQfhAKmdehnf_x034ra9rbtFTTdM/s1600/Voodoo.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCih9uNtkcwjqt-3eB_WplQJQpBTrznlYxc9EYwJF9w-jsQ82G45DMUnKOoYrJ30Nle4Uz0PH29KdSrDLg1sTM-9Myjs8VmH3ENdYu5q79VuMYXZmwyQfhAKmdehnf_x034ra9rbtFTTdM/s320/Voodoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493944615818884418" /></a><br />What is it called when you start seeing the same thing over and over again? You know... Before you bought a car- you never saw it on the road...But once you bought one- you see them all over. Or every time you look at a clock, it's always the same time? I can't seem to remember what it's called- but man, the last two wks have been driving me nuts! Everyday while I'm driving I seem to find myself behind someone whose brake light is out.... But wait!!! Not just any brake light- no sir. ALL of the vehicles RIGHT brake lights have been out.<br /><br />Is this a sign?! If it is- what the heck does it mean? Slow down? Screw braking and speed up? Stop left, go right? AHHHH <br />It got so bad last week that I actually followed a man into the grocery store- tapped him on the shoulder- and told him that I was behind him in the parking lot, and I wasn't sure if he knew- but his right brake light was out. After getting a very odd look and a "uhm, thank you?" response- I preceded to walk down the produce aisle pretending to check out some tomatoes- as though I actually went into the grocery store to buy groceries. But I was off my rocker- I just needed to let this complete stranger know that his broken brake light was driving me nuts- and he needed to fix it- pronto. So as soon as he turned the corner I left the store. But I felt good!! I was relieved! I thought maybe I broke the cycle. I did my job...got my gold star for the day. After all- you really won't know your brake lights are out unless someone tells you or a cop pulls you over, right? So maybe I saved this guy a ticket and I can stop being stalked by damn broken lights!!<br /><br />Of course it didn't play out that way. The following morning I was in back of my husband on our way to work...and wouldn't you know... his RIGHT brake light was out.<br /><br />My drive to work is a little over 45 minutes. I spent the entire drive with the music off and my mind spinning. This is what I've come up with: my scientific I'm.NOT.going.crazy hypothesis to the mysterious brake light outages affecting me and only me.<br /><br />NJ and PA have been under a pretty severe heat wave over the last couple of weeks. The materials used in making lights will falter under intense and constant heat- thus forcing the bulb to blow out. <br /><br />My theory as to why only the right lights have been going out? Simple. I wink with my right eye- so it's only natural that the cars in front of me follow suit.<br /><br /><br />So this is it- I'm doing a voodoo chant and passing on my brake light visions to my readers :) Let's see how many cars you spot with their lights out in the coming days!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-56186423305514107022010-07-10T17:57:00.001-04:002010-07-10T18:00:56.929-04:00Six Word SaturdayLots of rain then Hello Sun.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"><img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-32212331639276456242010-07-06T12:52:00.002-04:002010-07-06T12:54:20.233-04:00GlanceI looked at you<br />Look at me<br />And for that very moment<br />We both could see<br /><br />What it was like <br />In the other’s eyes<br />Halfway drunk<br />Sorta hypnotized<br /><br />Your eyes were flushed<br />Washed out from the current<br />But they swam to me<br />In that very moment<br /><br />Unable to move<br />I just watched your eyes<br />Drown in me<br />Then float on byJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-66148630638140274562010-07-02T19:38:00.010-04:002010-07-06T13:02:06.630-04:00Fireworks and Doggie Barks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHxqX2lFwblMU1pPahZw1J-xxDLD4hYjOqyQxJamGTOsXnovjhTspFMJTBbXZcM_ACTJuStJT6ocvuMCTqZAuGtHCmZoPd_hiAwMohggX9NQJgVosrAC5-dsSq_adCwyjHxVNAtRn7771/s1600/fun-games-for-kids1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHxqX2lFwblMU1pPahZw1J-xxDLD4hYjOqyQxJamGTOsXnovjhTspFMJTBbXZcM_ACTJuStJT6ocvuMCTqZAuGtHCmZoPd_hiAwMohggX9NQJgVosrAC5-dsSq_adCwyjHxVNAtRn7771/s320/fun-games-for-kids1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489466935072047410" /></a><br />I just can't wrap my brain around the fact that it's already JULY!!! Why does it seem like I just took down my Christmas tree? <br /><br />But with the 4th of July weekend upon us- I thought i'd share some facts about our great country that I found rather interesting.<br /><br />Did you know that on July 4th, 1776 there were approximately 2.5 million people living here?<br />Take a guess at what you think the population is today? According to the US Census- as of July 2nd, 2010- 309,643,894!!<br />And if you didn't send back your census form this year... you can add one to the list ;)<br /><br />For the latest population #- check out the <a href="http://factfinder.census.gov/home/saff/main.html?_lang=en">U.S Population Clock</a> <br /><br />How about this: Three US Presidents actually died on July 4th. Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, and James Monroe.<br /><br />Calvin Coolidge, on the other hand- was born on the day. Guess he started each year with a bang :)<br /><br />Okay- so that's enough trivia.... Moving on :)<br /><br /> I'm happy to say that I stumbled upon a new blog today!. I love finding what I call a BIT to Blog about. (Buried Internet Treasure). This is one that I'll be following closely, for sure. <br /><br /><a href="http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v223/marisacherie520/blogbutton2-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Fill in the Blank Fridays: I can get used to these!! <br /><br /><br />1. This weekend for The 4th of July I'll be : <u>floating around in my pool, chasing after my dogs, breathing in the heavenly aroma of charcoal and fire, reading, writing, and doing the happy dance because I have the following day off :)</u><br /><br />2. Fireworks are: <u>a nuisance. They make my dogs howl which makes the dogs in the neighborhood howl, which makes my husband howl- and well, his howls frighten me.</u><br /><br />3. Nothing says summer like: <u>The smell of salt water in the air </u><br /><br />4. My favorite summer memory is : <u> going to the beach and lakes every weekend with my mom </u><br /><br />5. My favorite thing about summer is: <u>even though i have to work everyday- when June rolls around, for whatever reason- i still get that giddy feeling in my stomach that summer is here - school is over- and vacation is right around the corner. Too bad summer breaks are a thing of the past :( Damn you old age </u><br /><br />6. Summer in a word is: <u>aestival</u><br /><br />7. If I could choose to have summer or winter year round I'd pick: <u>Neither, I'd choose the fall. BUT, if you were pulling my leg and I absolutely had to choose between the two- I'd go for winter. Something about shorter days and coming home to a nice hot dinner on a colder winter's night.... sets my heart at ease. </u><br /><br /><br />Happy 4th of July!- Here's to safe fun, laughs, and silent fireworks.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-3895892423017676742010-07-02T11:03:00.004-04:002010-07-06T12:54:29.962-04:00Trigger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC0S3EFWH0ux6soimehmCVWqNU03-rEM9XAe9oRfRDy8GS2mB5ybHy0mijC6O-6lwX-vTbtLwRZCDNQaFEy8O-sF8pka6XLlTY6gfGVVtNH01ba8PKOxu3uKg5Y5GJzZ3ZfNimFE6aDij/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC0S3EFWH0ux6soimehmCVWqNU03-rEM9XAe9oRfRDy8GS2mB5ybHy0mijC6O-6lwX-vTbtLwRZCDNQaFEy8O-sF8pka6XLlTY6gfGVVtNH01ba8PKOxu3uKg5Y5GJzZ3ZfNimFE6aDij/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489325452334537746" /></a><br />His eyes are the trigger<br />each glare holds her captive<br />The stare is mysterious<br />A sense of man with a touch of power<br />It is this she finds most intriguing<br /><br />His movements are concise<br />sharp and crisp like the clothes he wears<br />A smile knows not his face<br />yet is hidden under his skin<br /><br />A clichéd bad boy<br />She feels drawn<br />compelled to wonder<br />longing to touch<br /><em>Curiously</em><br /><br />He draws her near<br />and she is swept<br />Clean are the fantasies she once craved<br />His lips touch hers<br />and the deal is sealed<br /><br />The trigger was finally <em>pulled</em>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-63912800431259630282010-06-30T14:19:00.001-04:002010-07-02T20:29:20.074-04:00As SheAs she’s writing the words you’re reading<br />She pauses ...<br /><br />breaching her thoughts<br /><br />the slight chasm makes her laugh<br /><br />she realizes<br /><br />she’s <em>feel</em>ing into the words<br /><em>fall</em>ing into the feelings<br />she fell into- <br />because of you<br /><br />and while you are reading<br />the words she was writing<br />you’re feeling unchanged<br /><br />her pen set back in motion<br />your eyes continue to roam<br />across the sheet <br /><br />to this line. <br /><br />reading the feelings <br />of <br />falling <br />into<br /><br /> <em>you</em>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-66351333798649327882010-06-16T15:25:00.003-04:002010-06-16T15:46:07.056-04:00Dangled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZsHYbK2pDdHgGWrqg8sp8HIrOLPcVxcrbsVPz9mBO7sdmP6TfVPyD4b7xxCc39By1u74MBGrQdhLGKOHExSFjoKV5GbdCyboyrS8u3QM7NOD6Xa7-c0Pu2qnOk0NHA1BnHBlso0F5vWs/s1600/locket.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZsHYbK2pDdHgGWrqg8sp8HIrOLPcVxcrbsVPz9mBO7sdmP6TfVPyD4b7xxCc39By1u74MBGrQdhLGKOHExSFjoKV5GbdCyboyrS8u3QM7NOD6Xa7-c0Pu2qnOk0NHA1BnHBlso0F5vWs/s320/locket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483459270255576338" /></a><br />She wears me around her neck<br />….Rarely ever taken off<br />I think sometimes I’m used as a safeguard<br />Clutched when in fear, <br />sorrow, <br />despair.<br /><br />Sometimes when she can’t sleep at night<br />Her eyes close tightly and she prays<br />Kissing the tarnished casing – she whispers my name<br />Almost reciting it as though if she stops -she’ll forget<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />oh mom, mom, mom- why did you have to go</span><br /><br /><br />Locked inside a heart <br />A black and white picture dated years before her time<br />A mother she never knew yet knows so well<br /><br />How I wish she would stop<br />Her sadness travels so much further than her words<br />Looking down upon my daughter looking up at me<br />Her tears now swimming in my initials etched in her golden covered heart<br /><br />I’m drowning in her pain <br />But she doesn’t even know I’m there<br /><br />To her I’m dead<br />To her she’s alone<br /><br />But I’m watching-<br /> listening- <br />feeling everything she feels.<br />Wrapped around her neck- clutched inside her hand<br />I try my best to take away her pain<br /><br />Soon she’ll fall asleep<br />Be swept away in a cascade of dreams.<br /><br />And for as long as she keeps me close to her heart<br />Together we shall always be.<br />Wrapped around her neck-<br />There I’ll remain.<br />Dangled forever in her life.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-56450984560327339592010-06-11T11:16:00.002-04:002010-07-06T12:56:38.196-04:00The Rules of JenN** I found this online YEARS ago and fell in love with it then. I'm not quite sure how I stumbled upon it today- but I still love it just the same. ***<br /><br /><br /><br />A constantly evolving set of guidelines for dealing with resplendent JenNitude on a day-to-day basis.<br /><br />(The gaps in the numbering are intentional and represent rules that have yet to be written, not rules that have been omitted)<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />#1 - Jenn is an exceptional person who is to be worshipped and adored at all times. <br /><br />#2 - Jenn is always special. <br /><br />#3 - Jenn is frequently up to something. <br /><br />#4 - Jenn can usually get away with it. <br /><br />#5 - If your relationship with Jenn fails, it's your fault. <br /><br />#7 - There is no rule 7. <br /><br />#8 - Jenn isn't easily fooled. She has Her own reasons for letting you think you've pulled one over on Her, which will only become clear when it is advantageous for Her so to do. <br /><br />#9 - (The Srey Maxim) Jenn does not like being kept waiting. <br /><br />#10 - If and when she so desires, Jenn is to be cuddled and comforted without question or hesitation.<br /> <br />#11 - Thou shalt not taunt Jenn, lest ye be consigned to the fifth circle of hell-dating where the women are all named after department stores. <br /><br />#12 - Jenn is always right, especially when she isn't. <br /><br />#13 - Jenn does not procrastinate; she waits until the time is right. <br /><br />#14 - (The Goldfinch Guideline) Dating Jenn is a commitment to a lifetime spent worshipping the wonder that is Her, even if you never see her again (see also #5). <br /><br />#15 - Jenn will cross the road when and where she wants, which may be before or after everyone else. <br /><br />#16 - (The Jezzie Precept) For the duration of your relationship or acquaintance with Jenn these Rules (and any personal supplements) will render null and void any or all of your own rules, at her discretion. <br /><br />#17 - (The Second Jezzie Precept) If you don't understand what Jenn is talking about, it's probably because She's talking Jenglish, a unique subset of English for which there can be no dictionary as words and meanings are subject to change at Her whim. (see also #52). <br /><br />#18 - (The Third Jezzie Precept) Because Jenns are by nature beautiful and have a tendency towards cheery mischief, it is easy to misinterpret an innocent look as something saucy. Jenn fans who have been the targets of Jenuine sauciness know the difference, and never forget... <br /><br />#19 - Jenn can always read maps perfectly. You, however, can't follow her clear, precise directions, no matter how many milliseconds she gives you before screaming "Left! Left!" as you pass the turning. <br /><br />#20 - The last piece of candy, brownie, popcorn, soda, beer, slice of pizza, breadstick or spoonful of ice cream belongs to Jenn. <br /><br />#21 - Jenn always looks beautiful. <br /><br />#22 - Whatever Jenn has to say is worth listening to. <br /><br />#23 - (The Powroz Principle) The subject changes when Jenn says so. <br /><br />#24 - However Jenn wants to pronounce or spell her name is the correct way. <br /><br />#25 - Jenn is a tidy eater. That piece of food on the restaurant floor fell off your fork. If it's something only Jenn ordered, you must have picked at her plate while she wasn't looking... <br /><br />#26 - (Corollary to #20 and #25) Jenn does not like people picking at her plate while she isn't looking. <br /><br />#27 - Jenn should not be expected to work on her birthday. <br /><br />#28 - (The Stevens Sutra, addendum to rule #27) Jenn's birthday is a holiday, and should be treated as such, even if it means taking the day off, calling in sick, or cancelling other plans to be with her. <br /><br />#31 - Jenn is exceedingly clever. <br /><br />#31 - Jenn doesn't like seeing two rules with the same number. <br /><br />#32 - Jenn always has the last word. Anything you might say after that is the start of a new discussion/argument. <br /><br />#33 - As soon as your relationship with Jenn starts she has the right to borrow your clothes, especially comfy sweatshirts, sweaters and t-shirts, but (being kind and considerate) she'll probably let you keep your fifteen-year-old "lucky" underpants all to yourself... <br /><br />#35 - Jenn always does things her way. Don't ask. <br /><br />#36 - Jenn knows what information you need to know about Jenn. <br /><br />#37 - Addendum to #36) There is always more to Jenn than she is letting on. <br /><br />#38 - (Greg's Theory of Jeneral Relativity) If you are behind Jenn, you are walking too slowly; if you are in front of Jenn you are walking too fast. <br /><br />#39 - If and when Jenn makes an appearance, consider it a gift. <br /><br />#40 - Only Jenn decides if the temperature is right for opening the window. <br /><br />#41 - Any poetry by Jenn is good poetry. <br /><br />#43 - Withhold Jenn's chocolate at your peril. <br /><br />#45 - Anything Jenn laughs at is funny. Things Jenn will not laugh at you hiding her chocolate. <br /><br />#50 - Jenn does not like having any sort of camera pointed at her without permission. Carefully consider rule #8 before attempting a rule #21 defence. <br /><br />#51 - (Corollary to #12 and #19) Jenn always knows where she's going, even if nobody else does. <br /><br />#52 - Jenn always knows what she's talking about, even if nobody else does. <br /><br />#53 - Jenn does not like having to make decisions. <br /><br />#54 - (Addendum to #53) Jenn's decisions (when made) and opinions are always valid (See also Rule #12). <br /><br />#55 - Withhold Jenn's chocolate at your peril. (Yes, we know that's the same as Rule #43, but it's *VERY* important to remember this...) <br /><br />#61 - Jenn is sometimes inclined to wisecracking or being a smartass. It's cute.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-42750764523798821582010-03-29T16:50:00.008-04:002010-07-06T12:55:53.129-04:00Pivotal Moments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYfO7vnkWoAtywtbPnE3lVnErfe8Q4PgCLyb6czWsQNcENNsp3k-yRJj7pJ_Fk2IQTa0IzXDO3NIxrEUDpMAmgLyPTG3v2X8tCRnyCrjoD8EZBrjUK-NiPkCBJ3tjhhSyCuyvu4_YOVLz/s1600/alice-through-the-looking-glass.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYfO7vnkWoAtywtbPnE3lVnErfe8Q4PgCLyb6czWsQNcENNsp3k-yRJj7pJ_Fk2IQTa0IzXDO3NIxrEUDpMAmgLyPTG3v2X8tCRnyCrjoD8EZBrjUK-NiPkCBJ3tjhhSyCuyvu4_YOVLz/s320/alice-through-the-looking-glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454161485886658946" /></a><br /><br />There are moments in our lives that are pivotal- moments that have the power to change the core of who we are. People can go their entire lives never pinpointing when their “aha moments” occurred- while others may be able to distinguish a couple along the way. Being the introvert that I am- I think I nailed down each of my moments to date. I’m not sure what that says about me- but it’s good to know why I am the way I am- as weird as it may be!<br /><br />So here are the moments that allow me to put a definition next to my name. The moments in my life that structured and restructured the woman I am today.<br /><br />I’ve known for a long time that I have a wicked intuition. I always joke around and tell people I have this 6 second rule. That I will know within the first 6 seconds of meeting you if I’m going to like you or not…and if I don’t- there’s no changing my mind. To be quite honest, I say I’m joking, but I’m actually quite serious! I genuinely get a feel for someone immediately upon meeting them. I either like you or I don’t…there’s never a middle ground for me. And I’d estimate that at least 95% of time - my intuition is spot on. The people that I don’t get a good vibe off of tend to be people you wouldn’t want to associate with anyway. This sixth sense spans way further than just people vibes- I sense good days from bad days, I’ve sensed accidents before they happened- good news from bad news, I anticipate phone calls seconds before they ring, emails seconds before they come, movie endings and outcomes. (side note: the only movie that had me hoodwinked was The 6th Sense… Ironic, eh?). The downside of all this…I’m usually never surprised. This part sucks…well, sort of sucks. I would like (for just once) to be bowled over with shock… I always wondered what that felt like? But when you anticipate things happening- you’re rarely ever taken back. So I dare you- take me back… C’mon, give it your best shot! :)<br /><br />So anyhow- when I was younger I always sensed I had this “power”. I didn’t know what to call it because I was so young, but I definitely knew early on that I had something. My first pivotal moment came on my 10th birthday. My mom had taken me out for dinner after school- and for the entire evening I sensed something was off. She was all smiles and cheers- making my day truly special for me. But on the way out of the restaurant, I must have been about ten paces in front of her, I turned around, looked her in the eye and said “Grandpa died, didn’t he?”. Needless to say, she was floored, and broke down crying. It was true- her dad, my grandfather, passed away early that morning. She didn’t want to tell me because she didn’t want to ruin my birthday. But I knew. And it was that very day that I promised I would never deny my intuitions again. I’ve come to learn my mom had it too- so maybe it’s inherited? Who knows? I just know my 10th birthday was when I first put a name to “my feelings” and I’ve ran with them ever since! <br /><br />The second pivotal moment in my life came after I graduated high school. But for now, let’s rewind back to junior year. It was the first game of our season (basketball), and the girl’s team was in the gym warming up. That’s when I saw him. He was sitting behind the scorers table eating a steak sandwich and drinking an orange soda. I was hooked instantly. It’s not even like he was the best looking guy out there- he was average, at best. I just felt (there was that intuition again) that he was special- and he surely turned out to be. After the game I learned he was working w/ my coach as an assistant- well, thank you coach!<br /><br />We became inseparable. For the next two years we were best friends. And I was in love- for the first time in my life. But, I was also shy and overly introverted with my feelings, so I never had the guts to tell him how I felt. I remember being in the kitchen one night and getting a page from him (how old am I that I remember have a beeper?!). His message simply read 143…. I think my knees buckled and I fell to the floor. He just paged me with I love you (143)… so, naturally I paged him back (143-2). This went on for a while, the I love you’s and I miss you’s… but the weird part- when we were together- neither one of us ever said anything… it’s like we lived two separate lives…. Best friends face to face… something more through our pagers? It’s funny (and sad) thinking back on this now, but at the time I was soo confused. But anyhow- fast forward- I graduate highschool and we eventually fall out of touch. Months after graduation I built up the courage to send him a letter explaining how I felt and how stupid I was not telling him before. But I was too late. He responded by telling me he’s moved on- is expecting a child- and will soon be getting married. BOOM POW BAM- knocked out for the count. But…in walked in pivotal moment number two. Never again did I walk on eggshells with my feelings, and never again did I just let something go. You can’t lose what you never really had- so, I never really lost him. I did, however, lose the chance. But at the same time- I gained the experience. And I never let a chance slip by me again- win or lose…chances are meant to be taken and I learned that the hard way. So to this day- whenever an opportunity comes my way- I always think back to his letter… and then I go for it. <br /><br />There’s a reason for everything in your life- and I believe he’s the reason I’m married today. When I met my husband for the first time I was actually going to meet someone else. But he stuck out- and we clicked. I went back to the same place a week later, and on our way to the bar I looked over to my best friend and told her I was going to marry that man some day. She laughed so hard, but my intuitions never lie! A week after that, we were dating. I fell hard, and fast. I would have shied away at this point- but I thought back years ago – and as nervous as I was- I told him how I felt. Three years later- we were married <br /><br />My last two pivotal moments can be considered bimomental? (that should be a word!). These moments transpired the day my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and then the day she died. <br /><br />I was 24 when my mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer (she was 56). Leading up to her diagnosis, our lives were in shambles. It was truly a dark time in both of our lives- emotionally, financially, and spiritually…. We were quite damaged. There was a dark cloud lingering above us for a while- and the storm was slowly about to begin. If you didn’t know already, I’m not an only child. I have an older brother (10 years older)… who I’ve always had an on and off relationship with. (we’re on now- thankfully ) For most of my life- it’s always been me and my mom… it was us vs the world. And as far back as I can remember- we’d always be in a fight with my brother over something- which would lead us to not talk for a while- then eventually make up and talk again. I’ve had this on and off relationship with him my entire life- it was our normal. So on this day- January 11th, 2006- we weren’t talking. <br /><br />My mom is in the emergency room- awaiting results from a CAT scan they just took on her stomach. (she was admitted because she found blood in her stool- after a hemorrhoid test came back negative- a cat scan was ordered). Her bed was directly in front of the nurse’s station. She was dozing off in bed watching the television on her side. I was seated in the uncomfortable metal chair to the right of her bed watching the nurses and doctors come and go. I saw the doctor walk over to the station with scans in his hands. I saw the nurses stop what they were doing to look at them. I saw each and everyone one of them look away from the scans and straight towards me. The doctor with his balding head and his white coat. The tall black nurse with long thick dreads standing on his left. The short Asian woman to his right with vials of blood in her hands. Two other nurses on the other side of the counter with such sadness in their eyes I wanted to cry just looking at them. They all stopped and stared…starred at me. In that very moment I knew my mom was dying. The doctor called me over to the side- and without disturbing my mom I snuck away.<br /><br />In one breath- and I literally mean one breath- I was told “your mom has stage 4 ovarian cancer and has less than one month to live. You need to get genetic testing- but make sure you give a different name because if a company knows your history you may not be hired.” With my head spinning a million miles a minute- I asked him to back up- forget about this “genetic testing” and repeat what’s going on with my mom? She’s dying? One month to live? I immediately jumped into survival mode. I begged him not to tell my mom- not here, not now. We didn’t know this doctor, he was just the internist on call. She needed to hear it from family first- the people closest to her. He was reluctant at first- but did as I asked. He told her she had to be admitted because the cat scans were down- and she would get a new scan first thing in the morning. I remember my mom looking at me when he said this to her- To this day I think she saw right through me. I was trying so very hard not to cry- I became numb from head to toe and mentally in-between. Though I was dying inside- I couldn’t let her know. She was angry that she had to be admitted- so in typical fashion- she stormed out of the ER (attached to the IV poll) – and went for a cigarette. No one dared to stop her. <br /><br />I saw a phone at the end of the hall- when she was outside I ran to call my brother. My sister in law answered the phone… I told her calmly (as calm as I could be), I’m in the ER with mom.. I was just told that she has stage 4 cancer- less than a month to live…she doesn’t know yet because I asked the doctors to wait in telling her… etc etc. All I remember her saying to me is “that sucks for you… we can’t make it to the hospital”. Everything else in that conversation is a blur. When I hung up the phone- I turned around and saw my mom walking back to her bed…IV rolling right next to her. It was a split second- the second I caught my moms eyes as she walked back- it was the moment I went from being a girl to being a woman…the moment that showed me how very strong and together I really was. I wanted to cry and scream and punch someone in the face. I wanted to yell at my mom for all the years I asked her to stop smoking and she hadn’t. I wanted to curse at all the nurses for watching my every move as though they were anticipating me passing out or maybe they were just staring out of pity- whatever it was – it was annoying as hell. I wanted to be someplace else at that very moment- I wanted to turn back the clock to when I was a little girl and problems were few and far in between. I wanted to be the one with the cancer and only a month to live. I wanted it all to be a dream. But I caught my moms eyes- and knew she knew- knew she saw it in me. But I saw something in her- I saw her strength, her will, her fight. And in that very second she gave them all to me. And I managed to walk back to her- help her in bed- and stay until she fell asleep. I called my ex boyfriend (who remained a staple in my life)- asked him to meet me down the block at the diner…told him briefly what was going on, and how I desperately needed someone to talk to. He was there within minutes- and for the first time all night- I cried. And boy did I cry. To give you a time frame- everything started to unravel about 7 at night. It was around 1am- siting in the diner, where my brother called me and told me to go to his house- he wanted to talk. My ex and I went together- and luckily, my brother said he’d tell her with me. So the following day we all were together to tell my mom what I was told the night before. I like to think that I made the right choice in waiting to tell my mom as a family- and not having her hear it from a complete stranger… But anyhow, regardless if I was right or wrong- the night before was the moment when I grew up. It was when life showed its true colors and woke me up to reality. And it was when I knew I was strong enough for anything that would come my way going forward.<br /><br />I was blessed to have another year and half with my mom…not the original month the doctor first mentioned. My mom passed away when she was 57, on May 8th 2007. I was in the room with her, holding her hand, when she took her last breath. In that moment- I stopped taking things, people, life- for granted.<br /><br />My mom was diagnosed with cancer January 11th 2006. That year was rough- on her, of course… but, likewise for me, as well. I started a new job two days before my mom was diagnosed with cancer- you can say that didn’t start off very well. The job itself was miserable. The people, the place- I have nightmares about it to this day. It added to that dark cloud that was over me at the time- it was horrid. I worked 9-5. I would come home after work and take care of my mom. She was home- out of work- and on undergoing Chemotherapy treatments every three weeks. They made her sick, weak, tired… so I tried to help out the best I could. But for the first time in my life- I needed an escape. So come 10pm- I went out. I partied like I never partied before. Literally. I was always the “good girl” growing up. Straight A student for as far back as I can recall. Dean’s List all through college. And I wasn’t your typical college student…I worked through college…. So I held a 9-5 job, and went to school 7-10pm every day. All through college…. So I never partied…never went out. It was always work, school, home for me. But when my mom was diagnosed with cancer, I dropped out of college and forewent my masters. Instead, I stayed home after work and took care of her. But come 10pm- I needed my escape. And so I went out- probably 5 days out of the week. I wouldn’t come home til 2 or 3 in the morning… sleep for a few hours- and was up and at work by 8am. My mom grew suspicious of me at this time, and truly thought I was becoming an alcoholic and doing things I shouldn’t have been doing. I told her over and over again not to worry- I was responsible- and I was doing nothing wrong… but she didn’t listen. I get it now- I get why she was worried. But back then- I was pissed…because truly- I was doing nothing wrong. I never drank more than two beers when I went out- I’ve never been a big drinker… so I always shied away from alcohol. So being accused of becoming an alcoholic… hurt. It hurt a lot. But- I should preface why my mom was thinking this… Her mom, my grandmother, died when she was only 36… (my mom was 16). She was an alcoholic and she died in my mother’s arms. My dad was also an alcoholic, and because of his disease, my parents divorced when I was in second grade. So – I can see now how scared my mom must have been of my partying… I find solace in knowing that she knows the truth now- knows that I wasn’t out binge drinking and getting drunk- I was just out having a good time. But at the time- it hurt me. I knew how responsible I was…I knew I had my head on straight- I knew I was “good”. Why couldn’t she see that? That drove me nuts…literally! And the more and more she kept pushing me – the more and more I pushed back. We fought more in the last yr in her life than we did my entire life prior. It all stemmed from all the emotions we were both feeling about her illness- my job- the huge black cloud above both of us- But we never sat down and talked it out. We just fought. And I was hurt- hurt that my mom thought of me as a drunken slut out partying every night. Granted, I did party- but I was with close friends, and never once crossed the line. Being accused of sleeping around drove me insane as well. I’ve always held the highest of standards for myself- I would never! But she thought I was. <br /><br />Come June that year, I met my future husband… as mentioned above- we all know how that turns out. But when I met him- the partying stopped. I spent all my free time with him. I didn’t tell my mom about him for months- I felt she didn’t deserve to know. She treated me like I was no good- why should I tell her how happy I was. So I lied and said I was going out with friends, when indeed I was hanging out with him. Fast forward to October 2006. My birthday. For the 25yrs prior- my mom ALWAYS made my birthday’s special. It was usually just her and I…since she was divorced and my dad, brother, family- were never around. Every year she would have balloons waiting for me when I woke up… and a birthday cake after dinner at night. A cake was a MUST to her. Those tiny staples meant the world to me! <br /><br />So anyhow- my birthday comes around that year and I choose to spend it with my boyfriend. For the first time in my life- I don’t spend it with my mom. I didn’t care- at the time… I just wanted to be out of the house. If only I knew how much of an impact this would later have on my life- I would spent every last second of my birthday with her.<br /><br />I went down Atlantic City for my birthday and came home two days later. I came home to a card on the kitchen table that I refused to open for weeks. It just sat there. My mom never moved it and I never touched it. We still fought everyday. Eventually I came around to opening it… inside were two gift cards to my favorite stores. The outside of the envelope read “Happy Birthday, 25 years young. L.U.” Instantly when I opened the card I realized how stupid I was- I felt horrible- but there was no turning back time. We still fought.<br /><br />My mom was “cancer free” in November… Short lived, because the cancer came back in January again- she started more treatment that eventually would prove useless in the end.<br /><br />The point of all this? The pivotal moment for me, is that card. I still carry that card everywhere I go. It sits in the side pocket of my driver’s side door in my car. That card is a constant reminder of how I will never again take life for granted. I will never again allow stupid fights run my life- I will never again go to sleep angry- I will never again treat someone I love so horribly just because I’m angry. The gift cards she gave me I never used. I carry them with my in my wallet for the same reasons. Everyday reminders that what’s here today can be gone tomorrow- nothing is forever.<br /><br />I didn’t make the best of my mom’s last year alive. I was horrible. I did what I was supposed to do…I took her to all her doctor appointments- I was by her side when she needed me- I paid her bills- I helped her around the house- I was her support when she needed it most. I wasn’t, however, her friend. I wasn’t her Boob (her nickname for me). I was just… there. I was everything what she didn’t need. She needed ME…and I was lost. And for my last birthday where she was alive- I didn’t spend it with her. A birthday that was always bitter sweet to begin with (both my grandfathers passed away on my birthday)- now, honestly, I simply hate when it comes around. Hate it. I don’t want to celebrate it at all. I have to act happy for those around me- because they’re trying to make me happy…But deep down- I dread the day. Because every year I wish with all I have to go back to 2006 when my mom was alive. I wish I was with her in Atlantic City instead. I wish I blew out my birthday candles with her for one last time…made one last wish with her next to me. I wish I was there to wake up to balloons. I wish. But I know it will never happen- so instead, I carry her last birthday card in my car, and her gift cards in my wallet. My forever moments of my mom- the bond we had- the bond I wish I never broke- and the promise of never breaking any bonds again.<br /><br /><br />So there they are. Moments that molded me into who I am today. I learn from my mistakes, and I learn from my experiences. The above were the pivotal ones- the ones whose lessons will be examined and reexamined for the rest of my life. I look forward to the next moment I get to add to the list- for with each addition… comes a better version of me.<br /><br /><br />PS: didn’t think this would turn out so long. If you made it this far- comment and let me know you’re still alive :) Feel free to share your pivotal moments as well!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-12187447036407261042010-02-14T11:46:00.017-05:002010-07-06T12:56:53.770-04:00Funny Valentine<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Tiny bursts of laughter</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">succeeding the aromas of his fingers</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> massaging</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> my face</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">my body lingers within his kiss</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">my heart searching through pages of the past</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">coming alive in the present</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">fighting the pleats of preceding tears</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Frankie’s <em>You Go To My Head</em> plays in milieu</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> And then I know</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> too good to be true</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> for an average girl like me</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But in that moment</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That evening </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> I was his F<em>unny Valentine</em></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em> </em>And he sang to me </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I held on to the tremor of his final note</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> the quaver of the last kiss goodnight</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">but as his fingers retreated from my skin</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">his scent lingering still</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">we craved for more of what neither of us knew</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> gazed in each others eyes and smiled</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> The tiny burst of laughter</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">succeeding the aroma’s of his fingers</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> pushing me away </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> for good.</span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-4050296420200254162010-02-10T14:34:00.002-05:002010-07-06T12:57:07.280-04:00Snow What?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Holy snow!</span> <br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We've been getting slammed w/ some crazy late winter snow this year! I absolutely love this weather, so I’m definitely not complaining! Besides which, Mother Nature bestows us with such beautiful photography in the snow! Wouldn’t you agree?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3lu7GaegHq8WQzji2MhxcHXv_J3zsGymn9j_wcwyY5Tn6bB9wcpmKn3cm_RpsEAt6k7xjfWZPTZfykdUq4VwbatGV0ETBJwLa6bfd-GTlajBlRBRpZnb8qeAu9D0addu6pNC8xgSwlro/s1600-h/max.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN3lu7GaegHq8WQzji2MhxcHXv_J3zsGymn9j_wcwyY5Tn6bB9wcpmKn3cm_RpsEAt6k7xjfWZPTZfykdUq4VwbatGV0ETBJwLa6bfd-GTlajBlRBRpZnb8qeAu9D0addu6pNC8xgSwlro/s200/max.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxGRGI5_SH0KDC_JI-qt_Xw_NPMYmfM_iki-kU4uSRMD9CRoy6LP6BhWJQbs3adErecmZ4SmkvOuDWKm6-GgjH6U2-_FKhbJHIKgLavuSplCIed-oNYt3fl-_VktTPs8lX-sGGKWUkDBe/s1600-h/winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JWFEK4sEB7sJmJ9lk-8o-b9L56iJwa_gXd9EJQ-H1wn99ASKYrr1oUjhAzbvtvoFcPv_HrDyaRD2XHLzeEmHxatdk92QjqBSMNEBGMP_oSAHMNox7F6rrSuKvDfAf6sTZKQDGHt_EZXw/s200/niko.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-89424012560501854442010-01-29T01:57:00.009-05:002010-07-06T12:57:18.109-04:00Judgement<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">People try to read me</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Like I’m some sort of book</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stare deep into my eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Contemplating each look</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let me forewarn you</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m more then meets the eye</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s hard to make a judgment</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When there’s so little to imply</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I will never let on</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The woman that’s within</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You get what you see</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I’m thicker than my skin</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So don’t try to define me</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There’s no need to obsess</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You get what I give</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I’ve given much less</span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-47591927980482030002010-01-12T12:59:00.006-05:002010-07-06T12:57:29.558-04:00Dirty New Clothes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93ZpcPhmgTWj9Qm7axYlF5D5ZnLZsZMZBGAy9hEArKged47bWub-FRyo7xIEbfha0TEyB6dV3WBwK3qmITHA36pcJ8ZbpAkbx8u5wR1-mNRcj7i6HnryQMNx3f9xcoW06ESSB-QEma_-t/s1600-h/cvr.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425927761435397234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93ZpcPhmgTWj9Qm7axYlF5D5ZnLZsZMZBGAy9hEArKged47bWub-FRyo7xIEbfha0TEyB6dV3WBwK3qmITHA36pcJ8ZbpAkbx8u5wR1-mNRcj7i6HnryQMNx3f9xcoW06ESSB-QEma_-t/s320/cvr.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 212px;" /></a><br />So this morning, I read one of the most disturbing articles! And of course it's only fair that I pass it on to my readers :)<br /><br /><br />Tell me something...when you purchase a new piece of clothing, do you clean it before you wear it? And I’m not talking about undergarments (I wash those)- I’m talking about your shirts, pants, whatever. Do you clean the clothes you just buy before you wear them? How about when you try them on in a dressing room… do you try them on on top of clothes, or on your bare skin?<br /><br />According to an article I read on abcnews.com (<a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/gma-found-clothes-clean/story?id=9482373">http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/gma-found-clothes-clean/story?id=9482373</a>) New DOES NOT mean clean. Employees from Good Morning America purchased some clothing from various low to high-end retail stores. They gave the items to a Microbiologist at NYU to test them for germs….<br /><br />The results were sickening!! The most shocking to me were the bacteria found on women’s blouses…. Fecal matter…vaginal organisms…YEAST!!! What the hell!! Are women wiping their crotches with the clothes they take into the dressing room? Just think back to all the clothes you've tried on in your lifetime… of the shirts and pants you've worn straight off the rack…. Doesn't it make you sick!!<br /><br />I can’t believe I never thought of this before. I want to smack myself. I’ll never walk into a dressing room the same way again. <br />Buyer Beware!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-46729068525810895872010-01-03T00:59:00.002-05:002010-07-06T12:58:15.520-04:00Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5w_Wo9TDueQVXr3HJJbhxavYDMke-kHkdKRtotN3P4lvv_0NriU26B6o4ONMpAUY6G6l0kMTpQvMPvm4HcGUxYPa5JB6IZnuijupj8BCwKKqHggJli0FEbS4j0dELmrwdvzKonGDagv-/s1600-h/SAM_0152.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5w_Wo9TDueQVXr3HJJbhxavYDMke-kHkdKRtotN3P4lvv_0NriU26B6o4ONMpAUY6G6l0kMTpQvMPvm4HcGUxYPa5JB6IZnuijupj8BCwKKqHggJli0FEbS4j0dELmrwdvzKonGDagv-/s320/SAM_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422685630772026674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">O</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ne of my favorite parts of owning a house is being able host parties and have family and friends over. There's just something about inviting people into my home that gets me all warm and fuzzy inside. Having people around the dining room table is reminiscent of my younger years... I always remember my mom cooking something up in the kitchen, and coming home to that "fresh out of the oven" smell. Cold winter nights, the windows would be all fogged up- and you knew Mom had something special cooking. I miss my mom so much, especially during this time of the year. I wish she was around to share in the special memories that are just beginning to form for my husband and I. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dec 30th was my husbands 35th birthday. So to celebrate, we had his family over tonight for a little dinner party. The picture is a shot him blowing out his birthday candles with his nieces.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It was a good night- and was the perfect way to end the Holiday Season!</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-65866660461881178202010-01-01T19:32:00.001-05:002010-07-06T12:58:24.780-04:00Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67Y-BqABh7cB6FPBSSPhOrQi01SIM3iLebHkiKuDxKtPpvXAJbZk_s5sQrMteFqpCrObT8aISoA1M2Pg6TdXWqh4MyQ8oJOdTNCEkTgjR0AdHhWzlquht2v9HbN8WSaeltBtRREbI_-_i/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67Y-BqABh7cB6FPBSSPhOrQi01SIM3iLebHkiKuDxKtPpvXAJbZk_s5sQrMteFqpCrObT8aISoA1M2Pg6TdXWqh4MyQ8oJOdTNCEkTgjR0AdHhWzlquht2v9HbN8WSaeltBtRREbI_-_i/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421937821487256066" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Twenty-Ten. How are we going to characterize the next ten years? Tweens and Teens? Strange!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyhow- I'm not one for resolutions. I truly believe if there's something a person wants to change in their life, there's no better time than the present. However, I do like that feeling we all get today- that clean slate spirit that's shared world wide. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2009 was bitter sweet for me. I lost my father in August - three weeks before I got married. So the year surely had its ups and downs. I hope this year brings much health and happiness to my family and friends...and possilbly a new addition to my own family w/ the birth of our first child?!?! Time will tell!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And speaking of time, I put up this new clock in our office today. New time, New year...and the classic and beautiful Audrey Hepburn to bring it all together. It goes to show that as quickly as time passes by us all- legacies live forever. So here's to a new year, a new decade, and my new clock. May time move as slow as needed, and only as fast as we can keep up with it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-88892070798325634412009-10-01T15:07:00.003-04:002010-07-06T12:57:53.227-04:00Hello Old Age, It's me- Jennifer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dzQPEXdAPATVdR5XS3lf-3fxt-c4-GcuFLfnqvhGXxVD5mrR9KloAv4ADtD2TPI5S9N6OMP3bLmEBgo0-q8c37GHDgTrpmvyv_rPvlH33L2wlRs-N-FICh6wPFvHMtQ_sl4ylgpDoLpM/s1600-h/everyone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dzQPEXdAPATVdR5XS3lf-3fxt-c4-GcuFLfnqvhGXxVD5mrR9KloAv4ADtD2TPI5S9N6OMP3bLmEBgo0-q8c37GHDgTrpmvyv_rPvlH33L2wlRs-N-FICh6wPFvHMtQ_sl4ylgpDoLpM/s320/everyone.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have this ever evolving checklist of how I know I’m getting old. Age is inevitable, this I know. And I swear I feel better now than I did when I was a teenager. I finally feel “one” with my body- I have very few insecurities. I’m active, healthy, and in overall great health. Life is good. But that clock on the wall reminds me how short life really is with each tic that goes by. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My checklist is my realization that as young as I may feel… man, I’m getting old! Now- relax and take a deep breath! Deep down I know that I’m far from “old”. I’m just aware that time is going by ever so fast, and well- sometimes I wish it would slow down a little, ya know?</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My latest installment on my old age checklist… MARRIAGE!! Yes!! It finally happened!! </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I finally walked down the aisle and said my “I do’s”! It’s still sort of surreal… I still feel like that little grammar school girl with a school yard crush. But the day came and went by SO quickly, and I’m left still trying to take it all in.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The day was absolutely beautiful. Everything turned out wonderful! Despite the fact that I buried my father 3 wks ago, and my mom passed away in 07… I was happy to know that they both had the chance to meet and get to know my husband prior to their deaths…and I know they were both with us, together, this weekend.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So now that I am a wife… (how weird does that sound!) here is my updated old age checklist.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /> </span><br /><ol><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My fridge is stocked w/ pictures of my friends children during the Christmas Season. KIDS!! When did that happen?</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back in the day I used to look up to professional athletes who were always older than me. Now- well, let’s just say I don’t look up anymore </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wake up in the morning, have a cup of coffee and watch the news. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have to watch the news before I go to bed. I don’t remember the day I stopped watching cartoons and started watching the news</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I say things to kids that my mom used to say to me. “Pull your horns in”, “I don’t like your tone of voice”. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have to be in bed by 10 to function the following day </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the store this morning I saw a sign that read “must be born before August 1 1990 to purchase cigarettes”. 1990?! OMG seriously? </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm at a point in my life where my head is fully working- but now my body is falling apart </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Based off my parents lifespan- I’m officially starting my mid-life crisis.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I turned down buying a sports car b.c my first thought was “i can’t drive kids around in that” </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I get CNN breaking news updates on my cell, and Yahoo Finance is my homepage on Internet Exlorer.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I get a mortgage bill every month… mortgage!</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember when the only bill I had to pay was for my beeper ……Yes, I remember having a pager! (my code was 23) ;)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I didn’t have to wear a seatbelt in the car - or ride in the backseat- when I was under 10 yrs old.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My first gaming system was an Atari. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A 19” tv screen was considered a big screen tv </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">More often than not- people I don’t know are calling me Mam…. MAM!!! UGH </span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I just ADDED to my life insurance policy. I have a damn life insurance policy…if that isn’t a sign of getting old I don’t know what is!</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have a husband. HUSBAND!! And yes- I changed my name ;-) </span></li></ol><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the list continues… </span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-91495310270379729432009-01-27T16:04:00.002-05:002010-07-06T12:58:42.211-04:0025 ThingsRules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. <br /><br /><br /><br />1.) I have type-A personality. I have a short fuse; I walk-talk- and drive in fast mode, and want to shoot the ppl in front of me who are going slow. I’m highly competitive, and programmed to succeed at all I do. Because of this “disorder”, I’m predisposed to hypertension, heart disease, and social isolation… fuck that- I don't have time for such nonsense <br /><br />2.) I have a potty mouth… just a lil <br /><br />3.) I’m smarter than the average bear <br /><br />4.) I don’t do phones… I hate them! Need to get in touch with me? Send me a text- b/c chances are, I wont answer your call… and if I don’t respond to your text... well- I just don’t like you <br /><br />5.) If I didn’t have values… I’d be a stripper <br /><br />6.) I have a 6 second rule- If upon meeting, I don’t like you within 6 seconds... I won’t like you after, so I won’t waste my time getting to know you better. Never deny a woman’s intuition <br /><br />7.) Apparently, my eyes say it all <br /><br />8.) My entire closet ends up on the floor when I’m getting ready to go out <br /><br />9.) Balance is critical in my life- my brain is an inanimate scale…so things always have to be just so or else I get a lil batty… just a lil <br /><br />10.) I’m a published author… I wrote a poetry book in college <br /><br />11.) I need to drink everything…including coffee… through a straw <br /><br />12.) I rarely drink soda… when I do- I always hiccup after the first sip <br /><br />13.) I count steps when I walk up/down them. Tell me a place- I’ll tell you how many stairs there are <br /><br />14.) I hate black ink. I will only write in blue… or purple, pink, red… just not black. I’m a racist writer <br /><br />15.) I’ve never broken a bone or had a cavity. Although- the pain I’ve been having lately when I drink something cold leads me to believe a foreign body has finally made it’s way into my mouth… chances are, its name is cavity… and I’m not happy with his arrival <br /><br />16.) I’ve never been to a circus. I’m around clowns everyday… just never under a big red tent <br /><br />17.) I’ve made one resolution in my life- January 2008 I promised to shield myself from drama and negativity…I lost a lot of ppl in my life- but I no longer have that extra weight on my shoulders… I have enough weight in my thighs to deal with… I don’t need all that added crap from others. So check your baggage at the door. <br /><br />18.) I’m a true believe in common courtesy <br /><br />19.) I lose my keys at least once a week… and a part of my mind everyday <br /><br />20.) Ocean waves, light rain, warm breeze, hot oils, strong hands... some things are just better on my body <br /><br />21.) I’m a grammar freak… if I had a red pen when I read things… I’d circle half the page and enjoy doing so in the process. I hate people that say alot and not a lot, confuse then and than, HATE HATE HATE when people get they’re, their, and there screwed up. People who TypE LikE ThiS make my blood boil, and I will never ever answer to anyone who calls me Ma, Shorty, Boo… my name is Jennifer, spell it right… say it right, and only then will I respond <br /><br />22.) Each day I grow older, I become more and more my mother’s daughter <br /><br />23.) I love to people watch… sometimes I catch myself staring because I’m in disbelief in what I’m seeing. A lot of strange people out there… and I have no shame in staring and giving you a weird look if I catch you in the act <br /><br />24.) I believe strongly in Karma… it’s a bigger bitch than I’ll ever be <br /><br />25.) I’m famous… don’t you know who I am?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-71715023443585130412008-05-08T14:42:00.002-04:002010-07-06T12:58:51.961-04:001 year ago today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Patricia M. Glover </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">12/22/49 – 05/08/07 </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hold out my hands and breathe in the sky </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With my eyes closed tight- memories underlie </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Inhaling the impressions embedded in the air, </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I draw in your presence as though you are there </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Palms to the heavens, while the winds draw still </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Your soft scent of musk gently calms my will… </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It tickles my nose and engrosses my mind </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As your soul travels through me, our hearts intertwine </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You're with me, beside me – this I know for sure </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Your presence is eternal- it continues to endure </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A year ago today with your cold hand in mine </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I said my farewells and kissed you goodbye </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But gravity was in suspension that very somber night </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It coupled our souls together, as yours was taking flight </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So for your year anniversary and Mother's day to come </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I celebrate your life and the connection that lives on </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy one year in Heaven Mom, and Happy Mother's Day too </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love you so very much and I'm forever in awe of you </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">RIP Mom, I miss you terribly </span></span>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3943726424861131474.post-72398154647618794752008-01-11T16:12:00.002-05:002010-07-06T12:59:05.338-04:00Survey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqhzJjB_ZijTCO4KjaCycGYy_gGdfpCuh3J7on_OIZ6SnNXZ5U1eHi37hexCx57nJc6UwQIAsFi16h2u2DgBUdsdt2q9ASAin4LyaSBMmuQZtVqSS446p4zi_dxi1n2I5006dcpQocLeGr/s1600-h/71813889_224228014_0.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqhzJjB_ZijTCO4KjaCycGYy_gGdfpCuh3J7on_OIZ6SnNXZ5U1eHi37hexCx57nJc6UwQIAsFi16h2u2DgBUdsdt2q9ASAin4LyaSBMmuQZtVqSS446p4zi_dxi1n2I5006dcpQocLeGr/s320/71813889_224228014_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424480130455440706" /></a><br />HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE PEOPLE ON YOUR EMAIL LIST. FILL OUT THE QUESTIONS BELOW AND KEEP THE CHAIN GOING<br /><br /> <br /><br /><strong>Who is the most influential artist today? </strong>I really dig artists with meaningful lyrics. Being a writer, I’ve come to appreciate the words more than the “song”. That said, John Mayer and Michael Buble are top of the list, for sure. <br /><br /><strong>Who do you most admire?</strong> My parents for having the patience to raise me… lol but anyone who is unafraid to stand up and be themselves. In a world of fakes and liars, there are only a handful of genuine people left<br /><br /><strong>What is weighing you down lately?</strong> It’s been 8 months since my mom passed away, and it’s not getting easier <br /><br /><strong>What is the most important thing you have learned from your past?</strong> People aren’t always who they say they are, the grass ISN’T always greener on the other side, things only look peachy from the outside, people pretend more often than not, and karma is fact.<br /><br /><strong>What are you doing tomorrow night?</strong> It’s the playoffs. What do you think I’ll be doing?! :: Moment of silence for the JETS :: k, thank you “)<br /><br /><strong>If someone handed you $10 right now – what would you buy?</strong> A bottle of water, Star Bucks White Mocha, and a pack of gum. <br /><br /><strong>What was the last book you read?</strong> Double Cross – James Patterson<br /><br /><strong>If you could have grown up in another decade- which would it be?</strong> I’m definitely more of a “Happy Day’s” Gal… I would of loved growing up then. I think I have a good twist of old meets new for my own time- however, I’m more old school valued … so I clash with a lot of people who don’t have similar morals and backgrounds.<br /><br /><strong>Define love:</strong> You’re standing on the battle field- bullets flying at you from all angles. You WANT to be there because it feels right. Scary as it may seem, you just know deep down in your heart, you won’t get hit. Noone understands you – they think you’re crazy for being there. But you know you’re floating above the bullets so you trust you won’t get wounded. And if you’re in the right spot- if you’re meant to be there- you surely won’t.<br /><br /><strong>What sets you apart from everyone else:</strong> I have an insurmountable surge of drive and desire. I will never, ever, settle. I want what I want – regardless of what someone else (dis)likes – and I will get it myself – without help from others. I learn better doing – than getting- therefore, I LEAD, don’t follow. I’m independent, and rely on no one but myself. I have a hard time asking for help, but when I do, I am forever grateful. I never forget a smiling face. I rarely meet genuine people, so when I do, I try to keep them close. I have a small circle of friends- and that’s for a reason. I don’t use the word “friend” freely. I think I’m smarter than most people – I think I can do things better, quicker, and more efficient than most as well. I sometimes come off conceited- but I’m not. I’m confident in my abilities, my personality, and my character. The minute I think I’m inferior – I’ll better myself. I don’t stress fashion, name brands, or the latest “in thing”. I buy what I like – regardless of labels or trends. Copiers are never original.<br /><br /><strong>What are some things you’ve done in your life that you’re proud of:</strong> Hmm.. I don’t know really. I used to want to do things that made others proud, I never looked at it through a personal perspective. I’m definitely proud of my sports “Career”. Breaking the 1000 point mark in basketball was something I’ll always remember, and being lucky enough to coach the sport I loved was equally satisfying. I’m extremely proud of finishing my poetry book, and working on a second. And honestly, I know it’s nothing I really “did”, but I’m truly proud to be standing next to the man I wake up to every morning. He makes ME proud, and I’m proud of that “)<br /><br /><br /><strong>What gets you in trouble the most:</strong> I think my honesty gets me in the most trouble – I’m the worst liar, so I’m overly honest. If I don’t believe or like something you’re doing – chances are I’ll let ya know. I’m not the person to come to if you’re looking for reinforcement. I’m also mildly stubborn. I like change, just not of my mind. <br /><br /><strong>Favorite song of the moment?</strong> Everything, by Michael Buble, and Bubbly and Magic Piano by Colbie Caillat.<br /><br /><strong>What is your latest obsession?</strong> Wii, for sure!! Guitar Hero, Dance Dance Revolution, and Smarty Pants!!! A serious addiction is forming.<br /><br /><strong>What are you most passionate about?</strong> Poetry, to me, is all-consuming. My world is composed of words. I’m openly introverted, so writing is the one outlet where the world gets to see me, and my play on words.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00464600224682551508noreply@blogger.com0