stuff jen says: Jan. 30: Party planning committee meeting

birthday10 Katie’s tenth birthday is coming up—oh lord, how can that be???—and we’ve (she’s) been busily making plans for the big bash. She wants a sleepover party this year, and we told her she could invite three friends and we’ll make sure Dad and Jack will be gone that night. It’s looking like I’ll be on my own with the party girls, then, unless my mom is still here on the 12th oh please Mom please please please still be here on the 12th or I’ll have to paint 40 fingernails and 40 toenails all by myself not to mention feed the girls and sing and dance and where’s Kathy when I need her oh please oh please oh please.

Tonight I reminded Vic that he needed to take Jack away for the night of the 12th—I suggested bunking at Darlene and Wellington’s house—and here, VERBATIM(ish), is how the rest of the conversation went:

Vic: Are you serious?

Jen: Yes. No boys allowed.

[Katie giggles.]

Jen: Except the ones we invite over.

[Katie giggles a lot. So does Jen. Vic smirks.]

Vic, kinda snarly: I’ll check in, y’know.

Jen: Oh my word, my mom’ll probably be here! Why are you so—

Vic, incredulous: Your mom? She’s the worst one of all!

[Jen laughs. Katie doesn’t get it.]

Vic: ‘Course, the guys she’d invite over wouldn’t really worry me…

Well, Mom, at least he’s not still convinced you’re looking for a wife. And you gotta admit, he’s spot-on about the guys you’d want to invite. But remember, being here for Katie’s sleepover is a favor to ME, not him. You can pretend to be mad at him the whole time you’re here, okay?

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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.

3 comments:

MomJanuary 31, 2010 at 7:49:00 AM PST
Feels like a set-up to me. However, I fall easily....but Vic, well, I"ll have to talk with that boy! You do know, don't you that I've always been the first one asleep at every slumber party I've ever been to!!
ch-kJanuary 31, 2010 at 7:01:00 PM PST
and i'm usually the first one to pee my sleeping bag. Yay! Party tricks!!
ShevyXFebruary 1, 2010 at 10:17:00 AM PST
Mine will be 10 in July. She so hates parties. So, I don't imagine we'll be doing one. But, a tiny little sleepover that is low-key might be the thing. I'll check in on how yours goes. But, 40 finger and 40 toes! Ugh. ShevyX.

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