Wednesday, April 23, 2008

You ate WHAT?

A (crunchy) peanut butter - (blueberry) jelly - jalepeno sandwich. Don't hate. It was remarkably satisfying. Now I just need to officially name it, trademark it and market it.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Desperately Seeking Employment

I'm doing better. I'm doing more. I've got more than a dozen resumes and applications swirling around cyberspace hoping to meet up with someone who will pay me well to smile and wear fancy second hand clothes. I had an interview last week and am scheduled for a second on Wednesday for a receptionist job at a physical therapy office. I'm digging into city, state and federal jobs. I've put a pause on my quest to further my education right now. Money talks. And gets me out of this silly situation.

So if you have an extra job laying around, let me know. If only someone would pay me to workout. (Yes, I know. That will involve school. I'll get to that eventually)

Kids say the darndest things

Overheard at the park: "Your mom is hot."

Child who spoke: Blonde girl about eight years old.

Child being spoken to: Emily.

What am I to make of this?

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Still Crazy After All These Years

For my high school graduation, my little sister gave me one of those big collage frames with pictures of me from over the years. A lovely gesture, but a big collection of ME-ME-ME doesn't really fit in a family's home. So it's been sitting in closets and garages for the last 15 years. Today I decided to simply remove the photos and ditch the big frame. As I was un-taping them, I noticed one had been inscribed. It was a copy of my senior picture that I'd given to Bec. This is what I wrote.
Becky, You're my favorite little sister. Thanks for waking me up & getting me to school on time. Be sure to keep the Howrey reputation alive at GHS. No, don't! Love ya babe- Jennifer Sue GHS '88.
This might only be funny to those who knew me and knew her in high school. But I've been cracking up all day long over my reputation comment. I'm glad to see that through all of the hormonal madness in those years, I still had a sense of humor about myself.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

So another week has flown past. My addiction to exercise worsens as I'm now averaging six days a week. My preferred time to workout is early in the morning before the kids have risen. If you knew me in any of my previous lives, you know that's quite out of character and that maybe aliens have implanted a mysterious virus in my frontal lobe. Actually, that's as good an explanation as I could give for this madness.

Twice last week (before the weather turned miserably cold and windy again, I successfully ran in the wild. Last Sunday I managed a couple of miles before the rain got heavy. Monday, about three and a half. My marathoner friend Carmen told me that I'd like it far better than the treadmill. She was right. If only the weather would cooperate more often.

So Martin turns forty in a matter of days. His twin brother was going to come visit for a little get together he's having (I've been invited, but I'm not certain I'll be welcomed), but the day after KU's big victory, a doctor's visit revealed that Michael has a very mild form of thyroid cancer and will have surgery on Thursday. There is nothing to fret about. A small scar and a lifetime of hormone therapy will be the only after effects. He's in good spirits, but that must be a harrowing way to face the big four-0. Martin is taking it in quietly. Perhaps he'll choose to address his health issues. If not for himself, for his children. He grew up without a father. He surely wants better for his three.

My week started with strong ambitions of a job and housing search. I stepped in my way quickly and didn't get much done. An updated resume and a few phone calls. Hopefully this upcoming week will bring better things.

I had the wonderful privilege of hosting my dear friend Casey for a couple of days this week. She was in town on business and it was inspiring, as always, to spend time with her. And though it's a little out of focus. . .

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

Well, well, well. It's good to be the champs, eh? My dear Jayhawks won the National Championship last night and I'm feeling pretty fine. I did something fairly beyond my comfort zone as well. I went to a bar ALONE so that I wouldn't have to celebrate alone. I knew, I really knew we'd win. And I needed to be part of something bigger than me smiling in my own quiet house. So at halftime, once the kids were in bed (I let Emily & Isaac know so that if Audrey woke, they'd be in charge), I headed to the local pub and sat alone in a big booth. Big happy groups of folks cheered and sighed and gasped and clapped and I sheepishly drank my Guiness and tried to enjoy the spirit of the evening. And ultimately I did. I'm glad I went. In the end, a few folks hugged and high fived and even picked me up in celebration. Then I went home. And I was proud of myself.

Monday, April 7, 2008

OK, OK, OK!!!

I've been distracted. . .cute boys who are too young for me keep catching my attention. I really need to be focusing on getting out of this living situation so I can better enjoy my life and any of those cute distracting boys.

But the biggest news of all here at Casa Diggs would be that on Saturday, Emily and Isaac pressured Audrey to take off the training wheels. And after only twenty minutes of me running hunched over beside her bike, she could do this. . .