Momifer
With a name like Jennifer Elizabeth, I’ve had my share of nicknames. Nicknames based on my first name, based on my middle name, based on my last name. Nicknames only my mom may call me, nicknames from high school, nicknames …
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The wall
When I was in college, working my ass off on my undergraduate degrees, I’d often talk about hitting “the wall.” It was when I’d be working really hard on my flute, and suddenly out of nowhere, forward progress came to …
Yeah, yeah, April Fools
Time yet again for Jen’s Rant Against April Fools Day. It’s a terrible “holiday,” one that only serves to irritate me. Of course, the boys are now of an age that they think it is SOCIETY’S GIFT TO YOUNG BOYS, …
Dear Househunters,
On the advice of my dear Facebook friends, I am getting my sarcastic snark out before I sit down and write a polite bullet point list about my house. I was afraid that if I wrote it out and left …
By the numbers
3 weeks since Tom moved to Chicago 2 weeks previous record of being apart in almost 15 years of marriage 42 days our house has been on the market 13 …
Non sequitur
Yup, been a week since the last post. Not intentional, truly, I just figure that if I am tired of the whining about selling the house thoughts in my head I really shouldn’t subject anyone else to them. And I …
The TALK
Shoulda seen this coming. Shoulda known. You’d think I’d know better. ‘Cause here.it.comes. For years I’ve said I didn’t know what I wanted to discuss with A less: 9/11, Santa, or sex. We covered 9/11 with him last September pretty …
When is good enough?
Are you familiar with this poem? It’s the horror story for perfectionists: Good Enough by Edgar Guest My son, beware of “good enough,” It isn’t made of sterling stuff; It’s something any man can do, It marks the many from …
Talk to me
I have few pet peeves. Actually, just one. Idiots who get on the expressway going less than the speed limit. Dude, you have to be going at least 5 mph over to merge with traffic safely, and don’t you even …
In the eye of the storm
And now for something completely different: AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, just needed a little primal scream therapy. I feel better now. It’s March (finally), the sun is shining, I abound in blessings, and life is good. Breathe in, breathe out. Lather, rinse, …