stuff jen says: Mar. 4: Thoughts of me me me

We got home from Florida late last night.
Me sleepy.

There are two ginormous piles upstairs: suitcases begging to be unpacked and laundry to sort.
Me no want to see or smell either.

I have eleventy hundred e-mails to read.
Me want to, me just know it will take a long time (please be patient!).

We came home to find a nasty dent on the front left fender of my Passat.
Me sad.

While on vacation, some jackass delivering our breakfast asked when my baby was due.
Me started diet immediately. Me also tucked in my shirt. Me also did not tip him.

Sydney Noelle Nicholson was finally born on Feb. 27. No pictures yet.
Me thrilled for Cam and Lisa!

Today is the 4th, and a special day for the Saltmarsh and Baughman Trinities.
Me wearing my special bracelet, Kath, and thinking of us all. Thank you.

Gwen had her first birthday on Mar. 1.
Me cannot believe that little monkey's already a year old.

Watch for a detailed trip report with lots of pictures from our days at Disney World and Disney anniversary cruise. We had a fabulous time, to say the least.
Me always take many, many words to "say the least."

More later. For now, big lovies! It's mostly good to be home.

--Jen

P.S. Katie and Jack are up way too early and eating a nutritious breakfast of souvenir chocolate coins.
Me Mother of the Year.

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.

Mar. 4: Thoughts of me me me

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