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Nov. 3: Not an angry post

When Victor read my blog yesterday he said, “Is it my imagination, or have your posts been extra-angry lately?” It kinda pissed me off. So I stabbed him. Okay, I didn’t stab him. But I threatened to hurt him because he deserved it. He ought to know better than to suggest I’m angry when I AM NOT ANGRY!

You agree with me, right?

So, just to prove that I’m not angry or bitter, here’s a unicorn puking a rainbow. Because if that doesn’t say “not angry,” what possibly could?

unicorn

He better damn well stop accusing me of being angry NOW.

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From your Mom who knows you never get angryNovember 3, 2009 at 4:47:00 PM PST
Want to have lunch next week?? -- but only if you really, really want to, and I'll let you order anything you want, and you can invite Vic, but only if you really, really want him. I love you!
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sherileeNovember 3, 2009 at 9:27:00 PM PST
I don't know, I think the unicorn looks angry at Victor, don't you? It's in the eyes... a subliminal message, no?

Ah well, we all have angry days. Some of us have had angry years... If Vic is still noticing anger (and he's still not stabbed) next July, he might be on to something. Until then, carry on!
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From your Mom who knows you neJune 27, 2011 at 12:24:00 PM PDT
Want to have lunch next week?? -- but only if you really, really want to, and I'll let you order anything you want, and you can invite Vic, but only if you really, really want him. I love you!
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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.

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