stuff jen says: February 2003

We've all spent the past few weeks suffering from bad colds. Our house is no fun to be at right now, but I'll kick a path through the Kleenex if you really want to come hang out.
We had Katie's third birthday party at Build-a-Bear. If you haven't been there, you really must go! Pictures are here.
Katie's 3-year portraits are coming soon.
Vic and I saw The Producers in Seattle a couple weeks ago. It was hilarious! My favorite line from the show-within-a-show "Springtime for Hitler" was Hitler singing, "I'm the German Ethel Merman!" If you get a chance to see it, DO.
Yesterday was our sixth anniversary. Married life is good, and pretty much as hoped, except that we thought we'd be driving around in a van solving mysteries.
I'm headed to Boise in a few weeks for Deanna's baby shower. I'll refrain from further details until she updates her own site with the big gender news. C'mon Deanna, what's the latest?
Our cruise is just weeks away, and we're suddenly panicking over how we're supposed to get tan and swimsuit-ready in time. I've been taking careful notes from the Disney Cruise forum in the hope that we'll be well prepared for our adventure. We can hardly wait! For those family members joining us, I've created a section on the site with some basic info that you might find useful. Check it out. Anyone else will find it a complete bore, I'm sure. You've been warned.
Oh, I heard that wake-up calls on Disney cruises are made by Mickey Mouse himself! I'm working on finding a way to connect Mickey right into Ed's phone every morning. Ed, what's your new cell number again???
Later in April Vic and I will be taking a quick trip to Las Vegas. He's going to a boring medical conference and I'm tagging along for fun. He's worried I'll be bored for the two days he's in the conference. I'm thinking, two days to myself! Uninterrupted sleep! Coming and going as I please! And a Krispy Kreme right downstairs! The only thing I'm not looking forward to is seeing Celine Dion's big face all over town--her show opens next month. Double ugh.
Can't think of anything else to share. Toodles--

facts of jen's life

So, who do you think you are? I think I’m Jen. People who don’t know me sometimes call me Jenny. That’s weird.

Tell me about yourself. I was born a small black child, and am now a grown-up, or at least my kids think I am. I’m in my mid-40s and live in the ‘burbs of Portland, Oregon. My husband is Victor, and my kids are Katie and Jack. Read this if you want the real and very long scoop.

Tell me things people might not know about you. I am an ordained minister and can perform marriages. Why no one has asked me to do this for them yet, I do not know. ● At the request of my Disney-hating friend Ed, I got mouse ears embroidered with the name “Satan” and I didn’t even get kicked out of Disneyland. It’s quite possibly the ballsiest thing I’ve ever done. ● I “helped” write this book, published in 2012: You Take it From Here, by Pamela Ribon. My name is in the back, and I’m still geeking out about it. ● I recorded a song in a studio in 1994 and it got local radio play for a few months. At least two times I turned on the radio in the car and my song was playing at that moment—very cool. ● I nearly died from a zit in 1986. I am not making this up. ● Victor and I once appeared on The Tonight Show. Really. If you can find a VCR, I’ll show you the tape.

I read some of your posts and I think you might be an alcoholic. I drink way less than I write about drinking. If I ever STOP talking about booze, then it’ll be time for an intervention.

What do you love? Books. Coffee. Fonts. Broadway musicals. San Francisco. Bacon. Rum. Law & Order. Naps. Butter. Home. Crack cocaine. iDevices. Words. Disney vacations. You.

If you could punch anything or anyone in the face, what/who would it be? Cancer. I was diagnosed with lymphoma in November 2009. I kicked its big fat ugly ass and am in remission now. ● Comic Sans. ● People who won’t take responsibility for their problems—the “I didn’t do anything to deserve this!” attitude. Look in the mirror. That’s who to blame. ● Celebrities who are famous for no reason. Y’know, if we stop looking, they’ll go away... ● Bad grammar and spelling and the dummies who use it.

You seem bitter. Did someone piss in your Cheerios? I’m not bitter. I think unicorns-and-rainbows stuff isn’t very interesting to read, so I tend not to write that way. But also, now you’re being kind of a jackhole.

It seems like no one ever comments on your blog posts. Why is that? Most people comment on the Facebook links. I don’t know why.

What if I want to tell you something? Two ways to reach me: leave a comment on a post, or e-mail me at jenniferTAKETHISPARTOUTmanullang at gmail-dot-com.

February 24, 2003

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