The 30 Day Meme: Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago.
That photo was taken on September 9th, 2008. While my weight has significantly changed since then (330ish lbs. in that photo; I’m currently 198.4 lbs), my hair style, makeup, and general clothing style and jewelry preferences haven’t.
In the course of five hours or so yesterday afternoon I managed to fill up most of my September. First, my mom and I made plans to take my brothers (and most likely Alyssa) to Pittsburgh for the weekend of the 17th – 19th. We’ll leave on Friday afternoon, check into a motel, hit up Kennywood on Saturday, then do a few sightseeing things in and around the city on Sunday before heading home.
Then — surprise! — my boss let me know that we will probably be attending a blogging conference on the weekend of the 24th – 26th. The location of this one involves flying, which means that I’ll be switching to Ready to Crap My Pants Mode the day or so before, seeing as how I have a fear of heights and all that. Just ask Dan: I can barely manage to keep my shit together on ferris wheels and sky lifts. (Roller coasters freak me out too, but they’re fun and you’re flying on them way too fast to have time to think about plunging to your death.) No, I have never been on a plane, and no, I’m not really relishing the thought of getting on one. I’ll do it, obviously, and will do my best to avoid having a nervous breakdown, but I think I’ll hit up my doctor for some kind of relaxant beforehand, heh. Something strong enough to take the edge off my anxiety, but not so strong that I’ll be rendered unconscious. I need to find that nice, happy medium. Demerol sounds appealing, though according to Dan I started crying in the hallway as they wheeled me to the OR (for my gastric bypass surgery). I have no recollection of that, though I do remember them initially giving me the Demerol, and I remember being IN the OR and begging to be put out, haha. So on second thought, with the loss of some memory there, maybe Demerol isn’t such a good choice.
Also, I want to go to the beach, my kids want to go to the beach, my boss wants to go to the beach, and her kids want to go to the beach. We’re both about twoish hours from the beach, so it makes perfect sense for the six of us to meet up there for a day trip — and that’s exactly what we’re planning on doing on September 11th, 2010. Speaking of the beach, I have some plus size swimwear laying around that I don’t need. Does anyone want a very gently used (and appropriately washed/stored) black swimsuit, size 14? Let me know!
Alyssa starts kindergarten next Monday, Ryan starts his autism support preschool this week and regular preschool on the 13th of September. Oh, and my brothers come HOME in TWO DAYS. Translation? September is going to be a wild ride. And seeing as how it took me nearly two weeks to get over freakin’ bronchitis and get my voice back (it’s still not 100% though, which is Beyond Annoying at this point), I better get enough rest and consume enough proteins and pile on the vitamins, lest I wind up coming down with the Black Plague by the end of next month.
Speaking of Alyssa (not the plague!), I took her in for a physical this morning. The doctor noted that she didn’t do too well on the vision chart, so I then took her over to our optometrist for an appointment. Surprise — guess who needs glasses? She’s “mildly” nearsighted and has an astigmatism (I have one of those; they suck; Alyssa, you have my condolences!), so her glasses order is in and should be ready for pick-up next Monday. She got flouncy with me when she realized that she couldn’t wear her new glasses* today. Oops. :/
*$9.00 glasses, heh. I’m not spending more than $20 on a pair of glasses for a FIVE YEAR OLD. Instead, I’ll get another 1-2 cheap pairs from Zenni Optical, so we’ll have backups for the backups!
Well, it’s putting-kidlets-to-bed-time, and then time for me to go stain our tub pink (Special Effects in Cherry Bomb, ooh!), so I suppose I’ll end this entry… here.
Disclaimer: this is a review of a sex toy.
The 30 Day Meme: Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.
My best friend and my husband are one and the same: Daniel. He is my lover, my companion, my mate, the father of my children, the man I go to sleep with at night and wake up to in the morning, the man whose last name I willingly, happily and eagerly took on October 1st, 2004, and the man who is also my best friend.
Needless to say, there are a lot of photos of Dan that I cherish. But the one I used for this entry is definitely one of my absolute favorites. He just looks so cute, and adorable, and hot, but most importantly, he looks so damn happy. ♥
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As the domain name suggests, my name is Jenn, and I own this blog. I'm 26 years old and married to my one true ♥, Daniel. And while I have two kids (Alyssa is five, and Ryan is three), you won't find "mommy" in my username or email address, nor does my blog revolve around them. I'm a mother, but most importantly I am me, with a passion for love, blogging, reading, and photography. I'm also a busy freelance writer, web designer & SEO goddess.




