So, I am really not “on the spot” in a “Johnny-on-the-spot” sorta way. A more accurate description would be “Jenny IN a spot”, for I have mastered the art of procrastination. Why? Well, 3 kids, for starters. And I only procrastinate things that cause me stress - like anything having to do with making decisions, planning or phone calls. Oh, and cleaning. It’s not that I don’t like “clean”, in fact, “clean” is my preference, it’s just the process it takes to get there. Maybe I should clarify… I shower, regularly. It’s housecleaning and laundry that takes me down… like a drug-deal gone bad.
I enjoy water color and knitting. Just kidding. I just needed to exit that whole “cleaning” topic. I chose “Jennyonthespot” because it sounded clever. That’s me, Clever Cleverson.
Fa real though… I like to write (duh), swim, run (I especially enjoy long runs with my friend Katie), eat, sleep, dance, giggle, create (delusions of grandeur, mostly), cook (but not the cleaning), dumb jokes, sore muscles after a workout (no pain, no gain/brain), t-shirts, Converse, warm feet, coffee, good chocolate (dark), progesterone (I gotta write a post on this one soon), Talking Rain (Tangerine rocks), and toe rings. I love where I live - the wonderful Pacific Northwest, and I almost never use an umbrella. Neener. I think I’d like to get a tatoo, but have no idea what… and I may want a small nose stud.
My dreams… I want to publish a book someday (again, duh…). I also want to complete (not WIN, that is very different) an Ironman - a full one. Why? Because once you’re an Ironman, you’re always an Ironman, and that just friggin’ rocks. Also, I want to become a star so I can compete on Dancing with the Stars. Glamour… fame… notoriety… paparazzi… I know, all are heavy burdens, but I could do it.
One of my favorite jokes: Two strawberries were sitting on a fence swinging their legs back and forth… One strawberry said to the other, “Wait a minute. We don’t have any legs.” See, dumb jokes… love ‘em.
I think orthodotists should offer “Smile Classes” for their new patients. I am an adult braces-wearer. How does one smile without looking like a blinged-out grill of Dodge Ram pick-up truck? I’m not kidding - this brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, “…all up in my grill.” Yo.
Did I mention I have 3 kiddos? Sometimes I wonder where they came from and wonder how on earth I became their mother. I feel like a kid much of the time. Who am I to tell them they can’t have that candy? Why do parents make those rules anyway? Then I snap out of it and claim the power that is rightfully mine and I lay down the stinkin’ law - to protect not only my children… but myself, as well as the public at large. What can I say? I’m a giver…
My occupation? Everything… administrator, break-dancer (me and the kids dig our great, big wood floor), taxi driver, postal worker, educator, writer, pest controller, house keeper (ummm, well, kinda…), hair stylist, personal shopper, chef and short order cook, first responder, hostage negotiator, baker… but not candelstickmaker. I could be a candlestick maker. I have all the gear, but you have no idea how much effort THAT little hobby takes… I digress, I am also a wife and mom/mommy/mamma. Excitement is my middle name and I have an enviable knack for creating dance moves for boogy-in’ in the car… I guess I should add “choreographer” to the list too.
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I love pictures. They are quicker to “read” than words, and well, a picture is worth a thousand words, right?
Does that mean this picture of me is worth 4,000 words? I have few (words) I could use… What’s up with the mascara drool, Jen? They make eye make-up remover, you know. Take a minute and tidy up already, will ya?
Guess what song I am listening to right now? Yep, Safety Dance. What on earth is that song about anyway? These shoes - a BIG part of me… if your friends don’t dance…
I need a road bike. Will Vitamin Water sponsor me? I know. I never win, but I finish! I’m a finisher! I’m a finisher! Plus, see how “sportswoman-like” I drink that Vitamin Water. Also, Vitamin Water, look at the skill in which I have placed your product on my blog. Product placement… that’s big… Vitamin Water - where do I sign?
Wish I was there again… even though it’s on the Oregon Coast, and it’s cloudy (in July), and actually a bit on the cool side… either way… it’s there and not here. Here isn’t so bad, unless I want to be there… and I kinda want to be there. So here there.
My most favorite pictures EVER are these summer pics. For years, yeeeeeeears, I tell you - this is how the kids eat their messy ice cream/push-ups/popscicles/Otter Pops.. hip to hip on the deck or porch… giggling, messy, and loving being kids. When I think of “The Best” - this is it for me. This only one of oodles of pictures.
I let my kids play “Look at my enlarged nasal passage!” I let my kids make moustaches out of whipping cream. I also let my kids listen to Jingle Smells, even when it is not “Christmas music” season. If you can’t tell by the title, “Jingle Smells” is various tones of farting done to the tune of “Jingle Bells”. It’s awesome. We. Laugh. SO. Hard. Ev.Er.Y. Time.
I let this happen. I believe in helping the kids learn what matches and what does not. But I also get a kick out of learning what they think is “pretty”. I call this picture, “I’m Two.”
I let my girls paint their own nails. I don’t think the 2-year-old did such a bad job. Let me put it this way - when it comes around to “nail cutting day”, I cut 30 fingers and 30 toes. If my girls want to paint their own nails, I’m good.
I call these, “Smart Mom Smores”… That’s short for, “I Dont’ Want to Build A Fire… I Can’t Find Any Wire Hangers… and also I Hate Dealing with Sticky Roasted Marshmallow Goo - So Let’s Just Pop These Babies In The Oven, Smores”. I know. It’s genius. I saw it on Food Network. Google it.
I love sweet peas. You don’t even know. These ones - I grew. Yep, skillz. I also love tulips and Gerbera daisies and chocolate and peonies. Oh. Peonies. Be still my heart, blessed peonies. They make me gasp. They give me a rush not unlike young love. I think God created peonies just for me, because they give me so much joy.
Speaking of joy… a girl has got to have friends…
Late-night, actin’ silly in the bookstore friends…
Workin’ the dance-floor friends…
Cutest-dimples-ever friends… who love martinis…
Taking over the McDonald’s play place friends…
Hot, “cha-cha”, firey, curly red hair friends…
Will smile and love me no matter what position I put her in, friends… isn’t she so cute! No, not me - her, with that perky hair and stunning smile! I’m the one whose nose is sucking the camera lens. *sniff*
Have I got friends… There are more, but they are prolly the smarter of my friends… Friends of bloggers know what they’re up against. Mwahhhh!
Last, but certainly not least is my Hubby Hubberson (he SO hates it when I do the whole “Wordy Worderson” thing). He’s cute, he’s funny, and I was recently told some gals consider him “track jacket hot”. Heh- look closely - he’s even wearing a track jacket!
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