tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60871262011-04-21T19:29:51.961-04:00reedy's ramblesreflections and the sortJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.comBlogger2111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-53316069742916028182009-01-17T20:00:00.002-04:002009-01-17T20:08:25.968-04:00Just a whole lot of nonsense . . .My hair lately has gotten ridiculously long. I am over it and ready for a change. I think I want it cut like Missy Higgins . . .I really like Yankee's Jack Frost candle. The pepperminty vanilla smell just makes things feel cozy and clean.I am getting a new puppy because my g-ma's dog had babies. I have mixed feelings about having 2 dogs, but neither dog shedsJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-48433594642903199972008-12-14T20:33:00.002-04:002008-12-14T20:48:23.327-04:00I am watching Premonition. What a silly, silly movie, but as you probably know, I am a complete sucker for movies that deal with time at all.I am waiting for Dexter to come on in an hour. Tonight is the season finale and I know it is going to be a cliffhanger, and I know I am going to be just as anxious about that crazy serial killer after the finale.My Christmas tree that got cut down Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-63766634326435735142008-11-02T22:36:00.003-04:002008-11-02T22:38:42.723-04:00I am so glad Tuesday is almost here. I am done with thinking about elections.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-68342698197810693652008-10-23T19:53:00.003-04:002008-10-23T20:03:29.979-04:00Watching: Wheel of Fortune yet again.Reading: A book by Jen Lancaster and cracking up!Thinking about: Same gender classrooms and wondering if I could rent the series Blossom . . .Singing: Say What You Need to Say by John MayerBeing Aggravated By: My grandma's dogWishing: For longer and warmer days alreadyWondering: How my house gets messy so quicklyKnowing: Who I am voting for and Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-45854446162314779462008-10-13T19:35:00.002-04:002008-10-13T19:39:36.590-04:00First of all, milk duds + sea salt = genius.Second of all, sometimes I cannot believe how different my thoughts and opinions are from my friends. Third of all, is the lady on Wheel of Fortune really wearing a flower behind her ear?Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-77274476017685522872008-10-07T19:50:00.002-04:002008-10-07T19:58:15.707-04:00I want to go somewhere. I need a trip soon. Sometimes, I just want to be a gypsy. I want to have good stories at the nursing home or the retirement villa in Miami. Lately, I feel like this administration thing might happen before I am ready. That scares me. I am glad I will be done in May, but wow, I'll be done in May. Do I start the Doctorate right away or take a year off??I need to get Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-32393855000647527042008-09-28T18:10:00.002-04:002008-09-28T18:21:38.357-04:00Obsessions:The Twilight series. I cannot get enough of the vampire love story.Sunday afternoons. I love no plans.Dierberg's chunky pecan and grape chicken salad. I could eat this everyday.Clinique's almost makeup mineral powder. All day it lasts.Jiffy's cornbread. Cheap and tasty, especially with honey baked on top.My new phone, the Rumor. Fun and compact.Autumn Leaves candle by Yankee.A Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-44691938934296570062008-09-15T22:43:00.002-04:002008-09-15T22:50:53.488-04:00Magic. I know there is no such thing as "magic," but I do believe that anything put in the washing machine come out magically clean the first time (minus musty vintage Saks 5th Avenue velvet comforters you buy at a dead lady's estate sale), that a night's sleep can fix anything, and anything can be planned during a vacation.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-33993165152762965062008-08-10T14:43:00.002-04:002008-08-10T14:46:37.834-04:00My prayer this school year?Lord,May my love abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so I can discern what is best and be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God. AmenJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-78556437977473939252008-08-03T19:49:00.002-04:002008-08-03T23:07:36.814-04:00This morning my friend Becky and I decided it would be a good idea to wake up at 3:30 and go to the flea market. Actually, we decided long before today.It was exhausting, but a fun experience. Highlights:* I decided that the booth across from us that bought gold really meant that they bought anything gold colored. I headed over there with a gold scarf, tablecloth, hat and paper. I left it Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-88555097009190589932008-07-22T13:22:00.003-04:002008-07-22T13:30:36.352-04:00What have I accomplished so far today (not in order):1) Sorted things in the basement to sell at the Flea Market.2) Read through old letters from SoeYun and Toad.3) Found Photo album of people's Sr. pics.4) Realized that I did not know who everyone was.5) Found Brian L. stuck behind Chad-- laughed.6) Decided not to sell Paddington Bear shoe holder, after conversation with mom.7) Took Lola for Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-83305563257313287522008-07-21T09:56:00.002-04:002008-07-21T10:11:24.120-04:00A little bit of this and a little bit of that . . .*I am watching Raising Victor Vargas. I am laughing because the family reminds me of Puerto Rico-- even if some members are Puerto Rican and some are Dominican. The grandma reminds me of someone I know . . .*I am giving myself until 10 to chillax and then I am going to spend at least 2 hours being productive today. I am getting used to doing Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-23173218772057663162008-07-18T19:34:00.002-04:002008-07-18T19:40:35.454-04:00First of all, I think I need therapy. The high I get from shopping-- for anything-- cannot be healthy. I think I need to discover the deep roots in order to stop. It is just about out of control. I think friends should call an intervention team. I live in a fantasy world that someday it will magically go away.Second of all, I should be getting ready. I am going to play scrabble at Kris and Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-80518116219476803002008-07-15T15:00:00.002-04:002008-07-15T15:11:16.799-04:00I just finished reading Harry Potter 7 for the 3rd time. I know that seems crazy. It probably seems crazier that it makes me cry. But I'm ok with looking a little crazy. I think the book is not about them being wizards and witches, but about them being willing to sacrifice everything for what is good.Church on Sunday was so good. Our minister talked about how God has started a good work in Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-77443164770802934112008-06-26T16:45:00.002-04:002008-06-26T16:54:31.486-04:00What I Know . . .No matter how many degrees I may someday have; I still feel the smartest when I can answer Jeopardy questions.Irritation can be made better with Cool Whip in a cup of coffee.A nap can help you regain perspective.Everyone should grow something outside.Sometimes a good conversation is worth losing some sleep.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-73511662733975061952008-06-10T22:43:00.002-04:002008-06-10T22:48:30.951-04:00Tomorrow is Wednesday. Summer School start day. Year 6. Oddly, I still have this overwhelming thankfulness that I have a job, which is the same feeling I had 6 years ago when I first started teaching Summer School. I have taken a break from reading. I am doing massive amounts of Soduku. I need numbers for a bit.I have a 12 foot by 3 feet pool that I love right now. It is large enough for a Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-75670301202660047262008-06-05T09:20:00.003-04:002008-06-05T09:30:33.166-04:00Aaah, summer! Well, at least the first day of SUMMER VACATION. And then comes Monday . . . when we have a Summer School meeting . . . and then comes Wednesday when Summer School starts . . . but the idea of today as being SUMMER VACATION is enchanting.I cleaned my house last night, just so I could wake up to a clean house. I am odd like that, any significant even has to start with a clean Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-81400057520682994792008-05-25T15:40:00.002-04:002008-05-25T15:45:03.203-04:00Currently:Watching: Across the Universe. Wow!Reading: Mercy by Jo-JoGlad that it's on my IPod: I Need Words by David CrowderWondering: Is the rain over for today?Needing: A pedicureMissing: My sister TheresaShopping for: A new rugCleaning: BaseboardsJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-3841305428513780782008-05-18T22:06:00.002-04:002008-05-18T22:13:26.044-04:00I just watched The Kite Runner and it might make my top 10 list of all time. I really wish I would have read the book first now. I cried throughout the ending.I also watch Wristcutters which is one of those surreal thinking movies. I was thoroughly entertained throughout the movie. It is odd, but a good movie.Yesterday I took Lola to forest park for Bark in the Park. We got to this creeky Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-87047040680733976372008-05-12T20:36:00.002-04:002008-05-12T20:57:52.218-04:00I love focaccia bread, especially when it is onion and leek bread with crumbled goat cheese and slices of potato. Yum!I started watching Jon and Kate + 8. It fascinates me. My principal approved $50 over my budget. This excites me.My backyard is getting cleaned up by neighborhood boys. It is starting to look really good. They found an old piece of gutter behind the garage and three snakes. IJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-63990246373287231882008-05-01T21:16:00.002-04:002008-05-01T21:24:04.464-04:001. I hate pollen. I hate what it does to my eyes and the film it leaves on everything in my house. 2. I have been watching my b-day present, The Q Fan Collective-- this is Star Trek TNG, and I am a nerd, a science fiction loving one at that.3. I have finished 10 Jodi Picoult books now. 4. My mom turns 50 tomorrow!5. I have a research paper due on Wednesday that I haven't even started yet. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-56144264617538677412008-04-22T21:44:00.002-04:002008-04-22T21:51:26.396-04:00My Own TV Show Awards (I have been doing a lot of procrastinating, not getting any homework done!):Show that should make me laugh, but does scare me: Scariest Places on Earth on SCIFI-- do we really need the Poltergeist lady's voiceShow that made me so glad the writers stopped striking: Law and Order SVUShow that I would proclaim my like for even if everyone else hated it: MediumMovie Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-963800322244990182008-04-10T18:39:00.003-04:002008-04-10T19:10:23.035-04:00Today I was humbled by two of my students, and it was nothing they did or said-- it was just how they were.They are cousins that live together. I think there might be 7 people living in their side of a duplex. They are good friends. I met their moms at conferences. One of the moms made me cry as she told me their story. I asked them if it would be OK if someday I took the kids out for ice Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-45137782988985796082008-03-28T18:16:00.002-04:002008-03-28T18:25:51.718-04:00I survived Grandma's kidnapping. My aunt called my other sister (the one who sanely refuses to go on all trips and refuses to feel guilty about it) and asked her, "Did you know your grandma is keeping the girls hostage? That's ate up." I may have made up the last line, but my aunt always says that. " You are ate up." Except she says it in a high-pitched, laughing voice. She said it when we Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-78287234044812287662008-03-24T19:09:00.003-04:002008-03-24T19:11:53.665-04:00I am being held against my will. I planned a min-trip with my grandma. I was with her when we called the place. They asked if we wanted to stay Wednesday night too. We said no.She called them back. She said yes.I have never been this angry in my whole life.Theresa is trying her hardest to keep me from throwing someone out the window. I have never been this angry in my whole life.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-45162346090151018002008-03-22T10:09:00.002-04:002008-03-22T10:26:18.104-04:00I will be turning 30 is a month. I am not afraid of 30 at all. I own my own house, have a new-to-me car that I like, a dog, good friends, a strong family and a job I love. I am more than content. Goals for the 30's:* Start and finish my Phd.* Save money (besides the retirement plan).* Support missions more.* Volunteer.I started wondering, who else is turning 30 this year?Kevin FederlineAshton Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-28572228334599274222008-03-21T09:33:00.002-04:002008-03-21T09:37:07.035-04:00I am watching my sister's dog until Sunday. The first night was HORRIBLE. She had no idea where she was, refused to eat, wanted to go up and down, up and down. I got 3 hrs. of sleep. I hated her.Then . . .We went to the park.She ate.She played with Lola.She ate a little more.We slept. For 8 uninterrupted hours. We woke up, went potty.I do not hate her anymore. I kind of want to keep her.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-2824348894552769452008-03-03T23:54:00.003-04:002008-03-04T21:05:58.599-04:00I stole this from Beth's Blog!!One book that changed my life: All Rivers Run to the Sea: Memoirs by Elie Wiesel I even wrote him a letter letting him know it changed my life. And he wrote me back. That letter is one of my prized possessions.One book that I have read more than once: The Giver by Lois Lowry. I think I reread this book every so often because it reminds me of the simplicity and Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-36464777516382511752008-02-19T21:20:00.003-04:002008-02-19T21:25:13.003-04:00Pictures of some of my favorite parts of my house!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-47467879045245968792008-02-19T21:10:00.002-04:002008-02-19T21:14:12.422-04:00I love this dog! In this picture, she is waiting to go on a walk.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-78494924494382069592008-01-29T22:27:00.000-04:002008-01-29T22:49:18.684-04:00What I Y Right Now: Left to Right: Jessica, Theresa, COREY SMITH and me. I do love Corey.Yumm!Ok, this is just club soda with lime, but it really refreshing!It's almost over I have one season left. I am scared at how I feel about this.I love this store! It is amazing! And I spend so much less money there-- even more amazing!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-49829083051732564562007-12-28T23:23:00.000-04:002007-12-28T23:39:57.488-04:00I have a problem. It is a big problem. I have an addiction. It is a sick addiction, and it is out of control. I am addicted to the Gilmore Girls. Essentially, this is all Lyndsay's fault. Nearly two years ago, I moved into my house and it took a looooooooooooong time for Charter to have an appointement time available, so she loaned me Season 1. I watched it. I loved it. I joined Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-20416776104900019102007-12-09T13:02:00.000-04:002007-12-09T13:15:24.639-04:00I did not go to church this morning. It is icy outside. I think this may be an excuse for the desire to stay in my pajamas until after noon. I am not being productive, and I really like it. Well, there is laundry going. There is so much I could be doing, but it is not the time for any of it. I am watching a Harry Potter marathon. My house is clean right now, but so not organized. If you Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-21847393232546097682007-11-06T23:29:00.000-04:002007-11-06T23:39:37.993-04:00I think the story of the Prodigal son is not about that son at all. I think it is all about the brother. I think I need to stop being envious of the "freedom" non-Christians seem to have and realize the amazing amount of riches I have in Jesus. Anything I need, He will provide. I want to be content, I do, but I am not sure I know how. I am a natural achiever. I am ambitious, and I pursue Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-61568237510427271042007-11-04T10:47:00.000-04:002007-11-04T11:07:03.547-04:00HOME:Loving the breeze. Wishing it was cleaner. Frustrated that my bedroom doesn't feel "right." Thinking that the basement needs to organize itself. Appreciating my coffee pot with its timer.DOG:She has a bad cut in her foot. It is all wrapped up and she has been to the vet twice in a week where she flips out. She is smelly because I can't give her a bath yet. The medicine she is on Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-39232743728159928642007-10-25T22:32:00.000-04:002007-10-25T22:41:12.767-04:00 I visited her last week. I miss her again this week.We ate outside at a great Greek restaurant. We drank a bottle of wine and ordered enough food for a million people. This was just SoeYun's food. I missed this one while I was gone though. I think she needs to come with me next time.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-22155197647450773572007-10-09T21:35:00.000-04:002007-10-09T21:45:22.524-04:00I am on the verge of meanness. Less daylight makes me a meaner person. I want to tell people lots of mean things. Things I feel bad about thinking, but just need to let go.On my list today:* You're an idiot.* You married an idiot. * Enough. * Stop talking to me.* Stop asking me questions.* You are pretentious.* You think you are better, but you are not.* You made a stupid decision.* You pretendJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-46878219461120340462007-10-08T20:54:00.000-04:002007-10-08T21:01:28.932-04:00Every morning I walk into my first hour class, and just look at them. And then I ask them, "Have I ever told you guys that I just love being your teacher?" I then punctuate the question with something I love about them. Sometimes they roll their eyes and sometimes they play along with me. Today, one of my students replied, "Who are you? Our teacher will be back any second and she will be madJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-58110463352709578902007-10-06T16:07:00.000-04:002007-10-06T16:13:05.441-04:00I like my house. I like my dog. I have good friends. I have let go of things that weighed me down. I know who I am and what I believe in. I am excited about fall (if it ever gets here). I have enough money (with a bit too much debt). I like being a teacher, and I love my students. But, sometimes still I miss Puerto Rico so much, I think my heart could explode. My grandma keeps telling me Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-67618330859172987352007-09-03T20:39:00.000-04:002007-09-03T20:51:34.697-04:00Wow, where have I been?I graduated with my Master's degree, as did my sister. Woohoo! We are having a mock graduation for Theresa and I next Sunday. Mom will be the commencement speaker and Theresa and I will both give valedictorian speeches. My friend, Becky, moved across the street back in February, and people wondered if it would be OK having a friend live sooo close, but it really has beenJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-84354243837208833042007-06-11T18:03:00.000-04:002007-06-11T18:21:32.475-04:00Some friends and I went to Chicago this past week for a quick 3 day 2 night adventure. We had a great time. Katrina and I met up one evening and as we we were sitting in front of the Art Institute we watched some street drummers. Then we saw a police officer bike up. One friend took off and the other got patted down. Then the officer tried to call on his walkie talkie thing and the guy took off Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-52962799686259645002007-05-10T22:08:00.000-04:002007-05-10T22:20:02.034-04:00There is a definite possibility I am teetering on the verge of insanity. It is the end of the school year, and I always forget how crazy things get. Things are CRAZY! I feel crazy. Really in this head of mine is craziness. I am emotionally exhausted.I did finish a fun book, The Girls. It is a mock autobiography of two sisters that just happen to be conjoined. But that isn't as central to the Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-12764994033468259032007-04-11T20:50:00.000-04:002007-04-11T20:52:54.471-04:00Sign of a solid (and patient) friendLast week I said:"I am done with her, really done."He said:"That makes me so sad."Today I said:"I want her to be OK. My heart hurts for her."He said:"I am glad you are at this place now. It's where I think you need to be."Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-34051335879803948652007-03-17T07:58:00.000-04:002007-03-17T08:04:41.811-04:00I am giving myself two minutes before I have to hop (that's right, hop) into the shower to meet friends downtown. We have two friends running in the St. Patrick's's day race today, and we are going to cheer them on. Hooray! This sounds like fun! I got my tax refund, and acted very adult with it. Target and Old Navy are paid off. And I bought a new dresser with a mirror on the top. I dresserJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-91474273383384365312007-03-04T10:58:00.000-04:002007-03-04T11:12:54.090-04:00It is only two minutes until 9 AM, but I feel so lazy! I have been up since 7:03, but have laid in bed the last two hours watching Veronica Mars. The CW network posts the last 4 episodes on their website, so you can watch them completely legally. I have spent this weekend getting completely caught up on this season (some of the episodes may have been downloaded courtesy of the Bear). I love Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-80810238104750643482007-02-26T21:55:00.000-04:002007-02-26T22:30:14.481-04:00I translated for a gunshot victim yesterday in the hospital. It was the second time I have translated for a victim of a crime. Sometimes, I feel so inadequate when I translate. I sometimes have to talk "around" words. I couldn't think of the word for bullet, so I asked, "How do you say the word for what comes out of a gun and what is stuck in your shoulder?" He provided the word and we went Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-80666295574699654712007-02-24T21:05:00.000-04:002007-02-24T21:27:12.514-04:00Oh, see my new shoes. Oh, see my new shoes. They're made of fine leather for all kinds of weather. Oh, see my new shoes. I'm not a huge tennis shoe wearer, but when I do wear them, I like them fun and, I just love metallic. I am going out tonight, but I am so not ready. I haven't even showered and I am supposed to be there in 45 minutes. Hmm . . . Not sure I am going to be on time. Now and Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-57299418722808293052007-02-24T09:31:00.000-04:002007-02-24T21:05:38.324-04:00I like capers, but I hate olives.I do not like olives in martinis. Come to think about it, I don't like martinis. At least not gin martinis. I hate gin. I think gin tastes like pine-sol. Which I suppose is pretty accurate considering juniper is a pine tree, right? And gin is flavored from juniper berries, right?I also do not like olives in my bloody marys. My father thinks that is ridiculous. "Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-64859158363614194612007-02-22T22:52:00.000-04:002007-02-22T23:01:40.070-04:00I do not have children, but I do completely understand how a mother can love two children differently but equally. My first cup of coffee in the morning is the typical first-born; eager to please and strong-willed. I love it because it accepts me with morning breath. It understands my impatience and forgives me for not sipping. Sometimes it burns my tongue, but I forgive it because it starts Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-85303694489800719842007-02-19T11:23:00.000-04:002007-02-19T11:48:21.781-04:00A friend from work said to me yesterday, "I can't imagine anyone not liking you." For some reason it made me sad, not that I am so likable :), but because I wondered, "You know the entertaining Jenn, which is not necessarily the complete picture. -- Just wait until we play a board game. If you can still think I am likable after that . . . "She also said it because we were talking about people Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-70190264828727848442007-02-11T10:18:00.000-04:002007-01-30T23:18:15.860-04:00Sometimes I think blogs have given us insight into people's everyday thoughts and feelings that maybe we shouldn't have access to. I know that sounds horribly judgmental, but sometimes I read people's blogs, and I actually get frustated with the mindset of certain people.I am in a cranky place. I hope this is just a layover. And I am having trouble remembering things. I know that sounds Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-53524811436661976762007-01-30T23:08:00.000-04:002007-01-30T23:18:16.006-04:00I bought three of my students McDonald's on Monday. It was a surprise because they were great when I was not so great last week. I was on edge all week. As we were eating lunch together, I told one student, "Thank you for trying to cheer me up all week. I noticed how you made sure everyone cleaned up after class. I am sorry I didn't tell you I noticed." To another student I said, "I am Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-65710394264316253272007-01-28T10:44:00.000-04:002007-01-28T10:50:28.723-04:00"The disease may worsen over a period of 10 to 20 years, and IgA patients may eventually require dialysis or kidney transplantation. However, in the majority of patients who undergo transplantation, the disease re-occurs in the transplanted kidneys. Currently, researchers do not know what causes the condition or how to cure it."God, You are hope. You are our creator. I am not sure what to pray Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-18773961160235981342007-01-25T23:06:00.000-04:002007-01-25T23:10:01.739-04:00Please pray for my brother and family. My brother has kidney disease. They think it might be IGA. He had a biopsy today, and we will know more Monday. He is scared. My sister-in-law is being so brave. My dad and I put my niece and nephew to bed tonight. They have an appointment at Mayo clinic in a couple of weeks. This just feels like craziness. I know this is such a choppy post, but I am tired.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1168997943513331102007-01-16T21:16:00.000-04:002007-01-16T21:39:03.610-04:00I am not a fan of frozen meatballs. Even Sam's frozen meatballs. I just don't like premade meatballs. They all have a gummy component that makes me nauseous. I do like Trader Joe's. I spend less money there because I buy just things I really like. I really like their frozen mango, frozen berries, cinammon pita chips, chicken vindaloo, chocolate covered bananas, endamame, tomato vodka sauce,Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1168564115224798982007-01-11T20:53:00.000-04:002007-01-11T21:08:35.246-04:00It sneaks up on you. At first, it might be glance at a picture tucked away or a comment left on your myspace page from a friend. Sometimes it is self-induced-- a harmless ticket price check on Orbitz. But it grows and develops. You give it a window and it sneaks in and sets up a temporary shelter in your heart. You're vulnerable because it is winter and cold here, so you check the weather Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1168560480845216422007-01-11T20:05:00.000-04:002007-01-11T20:08:00.866-04:00"I thought we had a deal.""We do.""You broke it today, and you don't have to lie to me.""But I didn't smoke it before your class, I smoked before first hour."And that my friends is the logic of a middle schooler.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1167791613506023842007-01-02T22:21:00.000-04:002007-01-02T22:33:33.520-04:00Once upon a time, I was at my parents' house. I fixed a cup of tea using a lonely tea bag from a box of assorted teas. I tasted the tea, and it reminded me of a canned beverage I enjoy from international food stores, Chrysanthemum tea. I looked at the tea bag, and sure enough it was Chrysanthemum tea. I thought, wow, I love this taste and will need to get more Chrysanthemum tea. However, Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1166882715744843042006-12-23T09:46:00.000-04:002006-12-23T10:05:15.763-04:00I am officially all caught up on bills. I don't mean that I am out of debt, I just mean that I have paid anything that anyone thinks I should pay them immediately. For a while it was touch and go. It had been a while since I had felt that feeling, "Ummm . . . there's more that needs to go out then is coming in . . ." Blessingly, tuition repayment from my school and a mentor stipend came in Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1165700768138917202006-12-09T17:35:00.000-04:002006-12-09T17:46:08.156-04:00My house is having a day where if anyone would drop by today it would be embarrassed by its appearance. It's not really its fault though. It had no electricity for almost a week and just sat here feeling unloved. I promised it today that I would get it back to its desired state. I even told it I would buy some taper candles that it wanted for its candleholders. I broke a garage window last Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1164161166972840642006-11-21T21:52:00.000-04:002006-11-21T22:06:06.990-04:00I love being a teacher. I knew I would love it before I even started. But these kids are exhausting. They are unforgiving the day after a substitute. They tell me about problems I can't possibly fix and tell me that they feel better just talking, but they leave me feeling helpless. They tell me when I am cranky in no uncertain terms. They let me know when they think I am having a bad hair Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1164160321158694242006-11-21T21:51:00.000-04:002006-11-21T21:52:01.173-04:00Dear Häagen-Dazs,Do you know how much I love you? I love that you created a flavor with the taste of Baileys. A flavor of ice cream that I feel compelled to make last over days and days because just eating spoonfuls at a time seems disrespectful. You are my winter go-to. Love, JennJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1160967709064724122006-10-15T22:55:00.000-04:002006-10-15T23:01:49.083-04:00Fall is here and as many of my friends post about the crisp leaves and hot apple cider, I know what's coming.The darkness of winter. It creeps in my head like a late afternoon shadow. I can't stop it. In the daylight, I can see the leaves and smell fall in the air, but I can't stop the panic as every night comes sooner. I can't stop how as the temperature lowers so does my desire to get out--Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1160966297496819542006-10-15T22:36:00.000-04:002006-10-15T22:38:17.510-04:00I can't help myself . . .BUBBLE WRAPJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1159713330512991942006-10-01T10:18:00.000-04:002006-10-01T10:35:30.526-04:00The power of music to transport you through time and space never ceases to amaze me.Last week, I was at Best Buy and I saw this album:It took me back to Bloomington circa 2000. I bought the CD because I never owned it. I just always listened to Beth or Lyndsay's copy. As I put it in the CD player, I am quite certain that I was transported to the small closet of a middle bedroom, sitting on theJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1159142520144418122006-09-24T19:41:00.000-04:002006-09-24T20:02:00.166-04:00Today's sermon at church was about change. As soon as Jamie introduced the subject, I whispered to his wife, "Great. I hate change. Its' so not easy. I think that's why God wants me here because everything is always changing, and I am never in a "comfort zone." His sermon basically was, "No one like change. It's not easy. God brings us to places in our life to step out of our comfort zonesJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1158722491915444592006-09-19T23:07:00.000-04:002006-09-19T23:21:31.936-04:00Even non-Christians call teaching a "calling." You can't help, but know that the good ones are called. It takes such a careful balance of personality characteristics or quirks to really make a good teacher. When some well-meaning people ask me if I ever considered "full-time ministry" I have to just smile. Because I know what I do is ministry. I have been called. I know this with confidenceJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1158031140831893532006-09-11T23:06:00.000-04:002006-09-11T23:19:00.863-04:00Being a middle school teacher is not always easy. I am not sure I would ever call it easy actually. For many of us, middle school was an Awkward time. We didn't get along with our parents. Our fickle friends were our whole world. We were messes in so many ways. We thought our world was in a constant state of almost crumbling. Somedays, I feel that I relive that awkwardness through my Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1157341117988929322006-09-03T23:23:00.000-04:002006-09-05T19:58:52.366-04:00I wish my house would decorate itself.That's not true-- I just wish I had unlimited funds in which to decorate. The house is good though, and I am happy with how is turning out. There have been quite a few "new homeowner moments." There are a few mistake holes in the wall. There is a shelf that is hung at an angle. I bought a larger electrical outlet switchplate because I chipped a bit at Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1154186947319964172006-07-29T11:25:00.000-04:002006-07-29T11:29:07.336-04:00Summertime Stocked:Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1154186349000456692006-07-29T11:09:00.000-04:002006-07-29T11:19:09.026-04:00Four jobs I have had1. Teacher2. Nanny3. Children's Books Expert4. House CleanerFour movies I can watch over and over.1. Keeping the Faith2. Much Ado About Nothing3. 10 Things I Hate About You4. MementoFour places I have lived.1. St. Louis, MO2. Lincoln, IL3. Bloomington, IL4. Bayamon, PRFour TV shows I love.1. Medium2. Law and Order SVU3. ER4. Golden GirlsFour places I have vacationed.1. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1154097700732542612006-07-28T10:08:00.000-04:002006-07-28T10:51:16.726-04:00I can never catch the episode of Charmed when Prue gets killed. I have seen the one before and after several times in my attempt to see Prue's fall, but never that one episode. Today I made me dad's day because I found that a toy he remembered from childhood, the Mighty Matilda, really did exist and is currently up for grab on Ebay. He doesn't want the toy; he just wanted to know that he Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1153069186025367242006-07-16T12:52:00.000-04:002006-07-18T09:34:42.550-04:00So . . . There's a new house. A better house. A vacant house. A house people want to sell. Did you know that it is better to buy a house people want to sell? I am hesitant excited. I am waiting for another snag. I am house-buying-jaded. On another note, Summer School is over. Woohoo! I am living at Tim and Diane's (the parents). It is going as well as can be expected. Tonight I am Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1151551343433292052006-06-28T23:12:00.000-04:002006-06-28T23:22:23.476-04:00I did not get the house. The seller does not have the money to pay for the repairs for the house to pass inspection. I have now lost $250. I am not happy about this, but there doesn't seem much I can do about it. Back to the house drawing board. I am moving in with my parents on July 5th. Isn't that thrilling? It is a temporary housing situation. My landlord would not let me extend the Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1150507240041425512006-06-16T21:03:00.000-04:002006-06-17T10:07:31.053-04:00Sosa called me today, and it made my whole day fantastico! Sosa is a friend from Puerto Rico. I miss her so much! Just hearing her voice made me so excited!I am buying a house! By myself. I am excited and nervous about this at the same time. Monday is Inspection Day. It still has to pass all the inspections and appraisal. Hopefully, all will work out, and I will be good to go. I have Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1147910093222747292006-05-17T19:39:00.000-04:002006-05-17T19:54:53.240-04:00I think I blog more than I actually do. I would like a program that transforms my "bloggish thoughts" into actual blog entries. I feel bloggedly dry. I only have updates.I finished my 9 hour grad school semester with all A's. My students are ready for summer as am I.I am buying a condo. I have no idea which one yet.I am teaching Summer School yet again. And taking 6 hours of classes, Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1145156442305368312006-04-15T22:50:00.000-04:002006-04-15T23:00:42.320-04:00Do you ever have a day where you are ready to blog, but can't decide how to start? I have already written 10 sentences and deleted them. "The ants are marching ten by ten. Hurrah! Hurrah! My house is being invaded by ants."A grocer ran over Grandma Reedy's ankles today.I absolutely love St. Louis's Farmers' Market.I watched My Life as a Dog today. Is Swedish a language?There are several Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1143952356415956942006-04-02T00:23:00.000-04:002006-04-02T00:32:36.426-04:00I get overwhelmed easily. For about two minutes before I start, I get overwhelmed. And then something kicks in. I know it will be accomplished. I know it will be finished. But for about two minutes I contemplate whether I should even start. This applies to laundry, papers, grading and everything else that needs to get done.I am overwhelmed right now. Right now at this moment. I will Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1143690192662914132006-03-29T23:27:00.000-04:002006-03-29T23:43:12.726-04:00Spring Break. You have to love when your teaching and your learning schools get together and agree on one precious week to allow their teachers and students breathing space.I visited Katrina and her family over the weekend. She's has this three year old that I contemplated kidnapping. We visited a fabulous spa and had facials-- I highly recommend.Today has been a most productive day. I Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1142978575928568872006-03-21T17:55:00.000-04:002006-03-21T18:02:55.940-04:00I am losing it.Seriously. I can't hold a thought together in my head to hold a conversation. Katrina called, I couldn't even talk because I couldn't make the ideas in my head come out and for viable sentences. I have lost more things in the past two weeks than I ever have before, including a $20 check. I have so much to do, I want to just sit and whimper. I don't know where to start. I Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1141788184287987782006-03-07T23:12:00.000-04:002006-03-07T23:23:04.300-04:00To Do:File FAFSARegister for Summer ClassesFinish Brochure on Grandparents as Parents for classStart Functional Behavior projectGo to Hobby Lobby to by cabinetPlan Spanish Club ActivityFlossGo to Circuit City to make sense of rebate nonsenseFill out lesson plan book for the past 3 weeksEnter grades for 3rd quarterPlan 73 parent teacher conferences for three daysGrade 60 writing assessments and Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1140922646124809722006-02-25T22:47:00.000-04:002006-02-25T22:58:07.180-04:00Tonight . . .Drinking Cabernet and watching Star Trek TNG; looking at plane ticket prices, wishing I had the money tonight because prices are good to visit SoeYun and Katrina. Missing . . .Friends. The kind you can just be with. I don't want to make new friends, even if I need to. I need friends to laugh with, to cry with, to drink with.Appreciating . . .My own thoughts. Challah bread. Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1139363025081219812006-02-07T21:29:00.000-04:002006-02-07T21:43:45.120-04:00Class is kicking my ass. Yes, that is correct a-s-s. Not because it is difficult or too much work, but because I want to scratch my eyes out every Monday night. I want to literally scratch out my eyeballs and throw them at my professor. I want to dance on my desk and scream because I am so bored and so tired. I got home last night at 9:45 completely exhausted, realizing that I had only Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1138819551103640972006-02-01T14:40:00.000-04:002006-02-01T14:45:51.116-04:00Today's Grammar Lesson:Lie and LayPresent tense:You lie down when you have a headache.You lay down the baby when she's crying.Past tense:Yesterday after work, you came home and lay down before dinner.I already laid the baby down.Past Participle:She has lain on the couch before.I have laid the baby in her crib.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1138511186065630462006-01-29T00:48:00.000-04:002006-01-29T01:06:26.076-04:00I think I can decide if I would like a person without meeting them or having a conversation with them. It is not based on looks, intelligence, or trivial questions, except for one:What are your pet peeves?The answer to that question should be at the heart of any compatibility question. The answer to that question immediately can tell a person whether you are selfish, materialistic, mean, Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1138467613830997582006-01-28T12:49:00.000-04:002006-01-28T13:00:13.846-04:00I am wearing these: Because the day looks like this:But I will be with:So all will be good.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1138153401508006892006-01-24T21:26:00.000-04:002006-01-24T21:55:02.566-04:00My mom is cleaning underneath the stairs. No, I am not writing a horror story. Rain comes periodically and floods the basement causing boxes to mold and break down. So, mom bought plastic containers to store our old dolls, stuffed animals, barbies, and assorted childhood memories. She had everything strewn all over the basement floor. We divided our childhood into piles, so that we can take Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1137883040859576992006-01-21T18:26:00.000-04:002006-01-21T18:37:20.870-04:00Today I went over to Grandma Reedy's house for a rousing game of Sequence (or 5 since I was dtermined to beat my 90 year old grandma). As we were playing, I heard a voice (that was straight from a horror movie) saying, "Hello? Hello? Can I ask you a few questions? Hello, my name is Martha. I would like to ask you a few questions." I jumped up as my grandma tried to decide which 2 of hearts Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1137632020196946282006-01-18T20:50:00.000-04:002006-01-18T20:53:40.210-04:00"Ms. Reedy, I think I know who you could marry.""Kentrel, let's not try to set up your teacher, OK?""Can you wait 6 years?""What?""I'm legal in 6 years, Ms. Reedy.""Kentrel, this conversation is highly inappropriate.""How about then adopting me and I'd be your kid?"Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1136180531880080562006-01-02T01:25:00.000-04:002006-01-03T21:25:13.676-04:00There is not very much time left of 2006's premiere day. It feels good that the first day of 2006 is a Sunday. I went to a different church today. I have visited there before. I don't know if this will become my church home, but I knew I didn't want to start 2006 not going to church.I am so thankful that I don't have to go back to work tomorrow. I need one more day. All day long I have Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1134233358596488982005-12-10T12:10:00.000-04:002005-12-10T12:49:20.456-04:00I haven't met a Saturday I didn't like.Whether it is cleaning, traveling, shopping, an early breakfast, a trip to Grandma's, a lazy morning spent watching TBS movies doesn't matter. I love them all. No matter the shape, size, or color; I love Saturdays. If today had a color, it would be Mint Green. I don't know why, I didn't choose the color, it just is Mint Green, with a few sparkles around Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1133834001082409892005-12-05T21:45:00.000-04:002005-12-05T21:53:21.093-04:00It is already 8:00. It should not be 8:00. It should be around 6:30. That's just what I feel.I don't know if the Rent movie was a good idea. Not because I didn't love it, because I did. But, it is way out in the open now and people, people who have no connections or rights, are critiquing it, dismissing it, and discarding it. That makes me angry. So many things about Rent are real. I knowJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1133233217499919012005-11-28T22:48:00.000-04:002005-11-28T23:00:17.510-04:00Starting over is never the hard part. The hard part comes later when you the "started over" needs to be restarted . . . again. I think we become obsessed with starting over. And I am the worst. The smell of a new notebook, the feeling of an unused credit card in my wallet, seeds. They sing of possibility and it is exciting, but I can come crashing when the newness wears off. O either Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1131757594846114122005-11-11T20:53:00.000-04:002005-11-11T21:06:34.856-04:00When I read the back cover of The Burn Journals, I physically winced. Seeing burned people or reading about burned people always gives me that weak in the knee deeply affected sensation. However, I bought it and read it. I thought it was a deeply moving, honest portrayal. I also know that my next encounter will move me to compassion, not disgust.I could not be more excited about Thanksgiving.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1131653567409396112005-11-10T16:08:00.000-04:002005-11-10T16:12:47.420-04:00I was always a good student. However, I also enjoyed sleeping through classes or finding excuses to stay away from classes. I graduated with honors, but I skipped a lot of class and never got into trouble. Today, after Aaron asked to get a drink twice and go to the bathroom and asked if he could go to the nurse, I looked at him closely. He wasn't sick, he was bored. IN MY CLASS! I Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1131058851820211092005-11-03T18:56:00.000-04:002005-11-03T19:00:51.836-04:00Making my list . . .Celestial Seasonings's Peppermint TeaYankee Candle's pumkin candleTorn jeansThe sound of leaves behind my houseDQ's Pumpkin Pie BlizzardVeronica MarsSinging along with the Mamas and the PapasMy 90 year old Grandma Reedy and her 92 year old boyfriend, JoeyQuick Trip's 1/2 Toffee Latte mixed with 1/2 Dark RoastSudafed's new shower tabletsVaporizersJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1131044462393233902005-11-03T14:44:00.000-04:002005-11-03T15:01:02.406-04:00I finished A Million Little Pieces. I mailed it to mys sister promptly in an obvious used condition. She criticizes how hard I am on books. But I can't help it. I don't just read before I go to sleep. I read in the bathtub, in between classes, on planes, in waiting rooms, anywhere the book can travel. I never use a bookmark, I am a librarian's nightmare how I fold corners. The book I Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1129584181393229402005-10-17T17:17:00.000-04:002005-10-17T17:23:01.396-04:00Wow. This weekend. Wow. Sarah and Brian's wedding was awesome. I wish that the LCC community could be closer in miles sometimes. It's funny, how much of our time we spent analyzing and critiquing everything from the profs to the curriculum to the services, but it taught us how to be friends. I also got to see Katrina this weekend, two hours after she gave birth to a little boy. I need to Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1127611252120941742005-09-24T21:13:00.000-04:002005-09-24T21:20:52.126-04:00I had a hard day Thursday. The student I worked so hard with last year went to jail. He had marijuana on him at school. I saw him in handcuffs sitting in the office and I almost lost it right there. I had to call Brandi just to think for a second. She reminded me that most of the people I love have smoked pot, so this fits. I laughed and realized this isn't the end of the world. The Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6087126.post-1125800008512838032005-09-03T21:48:00.000-04:002005-09-03T22:13:28.516-04:00Today my Aunt called my Dad. We were in the car driving to the Greek festival downtown and Aunt Jan called Dad's cell phone. Mom and I knew it was Aunt Jan right away because of the sound of my father's voice. His strong voice crackled for a second before it regained composure. It was all I could do to not cry, realizing that my dad is still a baby brother who loves his big sister.We already Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848724057717114077noreply@blogger.com0