5.8

And yes, I did feel the earthquake. I was in Best Buy. The rumbling started soft and low, then got stronger and everything on the shelves were rattling and shaking, some fell off. As it continued, I looked around for shelter and found none, only metal bars and swaying lights above way above my head. Then I looked at the guy next to me, with his goatee and diamond studded earrings and was like "I am NOT dying next to this guy," so I got the heck out of there.

And yes I felt the earthquake. I was at Best Buy when I started
feeling the rocking and rolling. It started out weak and then got
stronger and stronger. All the rattlings from the products on the
shelves made a pretty loud and unsettling noise. Instinctively I
looked around foe shelter but found none. Only big metal bars and huge
neon lights swaying above me. I looked at the guys next to me with
their greasey goatees and diamond studded earrings and thought "I'm
not dying next to these shmucks," and then I got the heck out of there.

It's not the dream that makes you weak, It's not the night that makes you sleep

So I had this dream last night (which fulfilled my usual requirements of taking place in a big place filled with a lot of people and involving a celebrity) and while I was having it, I totally wasn't aware it was a dream. I was at my ten year high reunion, which oddly enough, was taking place during a civil war reenactment on the lawn/parking lot of my old condo building in Iowa. I was sitting on a wall with a hand full of old guy friends. We were all in the same class for fourth, fifth and sixth grades together and remained friends throughout middle and high school. What bond could be stronger than seeing each other seriously wear M.C. Hammer pants? Your epidermis is showing! So we were reminiscing the time we made our old music teacher cry, when out of the building walks the lead singer of My Morning Jacket. He is bare chested, wearing a floofy flowered shower cap, a towel around his waist and is carrying a shower caddy with a large loofah sticking out of it. After successfully dodging a bunch of Yankees beating up a Confederate, he walks across the parking lot and one of the garage doors in the row of garages opens to reveal a steaming hot tub. He climbs into it and starts bathing himself, scrubbing under his arms and singing with bubbles rising up all around like he's in a cartoon. I see this and thinking this is actually happening, I say (in real life, out loud in my sleep) "Oh, this is blogging GOLD," and my own voice saying "Oh, this is blogging GOLD," wakes me up. And I will admit I was seriously disappointed this didn't happen in real life because I really wanted to blog about it. So I did anyway. I think I need a break from blogging. It's infiltrating my dreams.

Things I am Reminded Of That I Forget, then Remember Every Time I Come Home

-The majority of people in southern California are good looking. I cannot say the same about Pennsylvania. I am reminded of how "fat" I am whenever I step through the gate at John Wayne Airport. In PA, I am a waif. Score one for Pennsylvania.

-There are a hefty amount of Mormons in CA. This was made plain by the handful I saw just while waiting at the luggage turnstile. "But Annie, how can you tell someone is Mormon just by looking at them?" my non-LDS readers may ask. Because the urge to be grinding their own wheat, scrapbooking, reorganizing their 72 hour kits and birthing babies instead of waiting for their luggage emanates from their eyes like laser beams.

-Water pressure is a good thing. The water pressure back at our house in PA could be likened to Chinese water torture. Obviously, I never feel like I quite get all the conditioner out of my hair no matter how long I stand under that drip...drip...drip. At my parent's house, I feel like I'm getting blasted with a fire hose, so I am reminded how my hair looks/feels when it's actually clean.

-I really, really enjoy my brothers. None of us are big phone talkers so when we're all together, I remember that I like them a lot and that they are the funniest people I know.

-Weather is such a non-issue in CA. Like it's not something people even pay attention to or consider when planning their life. My life and what I do in PA is so much dictated by the weather.
"Hey, you want to go to the pool later this week?"
"Yah, if it's nice."
This exchange would never take place in O.C. It's just implied that it will be nice. I like the comfort that goes along with things that are implied.

-How very ungirly I was growing up. I was reminded of this after I discovered I left my very girly Venus gel oozing, squishy grip razor at home so I was rummaging through an old toiletry bag of mine when I across one of my old razors, which was a men's BIC black and silver razor. This illustrates the leaps and bounds I have grown in my femininity. For the most part, I feel like I've been the exact same person my entire life, and I like that. I like me, which you've no doubt gathered by now. But I like that I've grown more girly, but I'm still the same old ungirly me at the same time. It's just like when I decide I'm going to work on an attribute, like being more nice. I'm still me, just a little nicer. So shut up.

Here Yous Go

The key to a good spin/workout mix is having a variety of sounds and genres. I have a variety of genre of people in my class, so I try to match my music to them. I used to not have a lot of hiphop, because in Iowa my classes were 100% Caucasian, kinda earthly and hippy kids, which was cool with me. Plus, hip hop has gotten a lot better since I’ve moved from Iowa. Anyway, I had one class with a bunch of older white dudes, so I played a lot of classic rock, which they loved. And then I had another class with a lot of white college girls, so I played a lot of indie and alternative. After I moved to PA, I found that 1/4 of my class could be African-American at times. It just depended if they had to get their hair did that day or not. So I put in some hip hop and top 40. They are very appreciative of not being exposed to “White Girl Music” for an entire hour and my spin mixes are a lot better because of it. A lot of the times, half my class is men, the other half women so I try to pick pretty unisex songs or have a good balance between “girly” and “manly”. Though I try to please everyone, I always keep the integrity of putting on just good music in general, which is why I found myself in the pickle I found myself in. (See previous post.) I usually keep within the limits of alternative, classic rock, indie, top 40, electronic and hip hop. I don’t put in anything I wouldn’t normally listen or dance to, which basically rules out country, scary death metal and anything cheesy or stupid.

I also try to mix in familiar songs with the lesser known songs, just to keep people going. It’s always motivating when you can sing along with the song while you’re spinning, which people do all the time. Including me. But I always throw in some of my own stuff too, which can make some people come up to me afterwards and say “You remember that one song that went like “blahblahblah”? Who was that?” which is always nice when you can spread the love around. Also, every song must have a driving beat, whether it’s fast for a sprint or slow for a climb. A strong bass is imperative; it’s what keeps everyone going. Well, that and the fact that I'm yelling at the top of my lungs at them.

The point of this post is in response to several emails I received requesting good music to work out to. Here are a bunch that are fun that I pulled from some of my favorite spin mixes – all types of different generes.

-American Boy - Estelle with Kanye West
-Feeling Alright – Joe Cocker
-Daft Punk is Playing at My House – LCD Soundsystem
-The World Should Revolve Around Me – Little Jackie
-Great DJ – The Ting Tings
-Superstition – Stevie Wonder
-Gone Daddy Gone – Gnarls Barkely
-Pocket Full of Sunshine – Natasha Bedingfield
-Backfire at the Disco – The Wombats
-Renegade - Styx
-Such Great Heights – The Postal Service
-Lust for Life – Iggy Pop
-Funk Soul Brother – Fat Boy Slim
-Bom Bom Bom – Living Things
-Feedback – Janet Jackson
-Big Girl (You Are Beautiful) – MIKA
-Viva la Vida – Coldplay
-The Ballroom Blitz – Sweet
-Pressure Point – The Zutons
-Shake It - Metro
-Rockin’ In The Free World – Pearl Jam with Neil Young
-Ooh La La – Goldfrapp
-Catch My Disease – Ben Lee
-Burning – Whitest Boy Alive
-Oh What a Night – Four Seasons
-Wolf Like Me – TV on the Radio
-Stronger – Kanye West
-Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne
-Its Tricky – Run DMC
-Cheap and Cheerful – The Kills
-Walk Like An Egyptian – The Puppini Sisters
-Funky Bahia – Sergio Mendes
-Sabotage – Beastie Boys
-More Than A Feeling – Boston

Ok, I leave tomorrow morning. I have a million things I don’t want to do that I need to do before I leave...like pack. That would be an important one.

Camping, Part Three

This is not my leg in the picture but it looks a lot like it right now.

Camping, Part Two

Here is the entire camping clan. We look oh so outdoorsy.

And here is a picture of just the moms. Something we all have in common: we really, really like to pose. Especially Cheryl on the far right, who apparently is not camping, but at the Prom.

So there was lots of swimming going on, but not by me. This lake gave me the willies for some reason. Maybe the yellow/green/brown water? Or maybe the fear of having a fish swim up my bum?






There was lots of playing the in the sand.


And swinging on swings.

And taking first steps.

And just being cute in general.

After we exhausted the lake area and were getting creeped out by the goth kids who were sitting behind us trying to set us happy moms on fire with their eyeballs, we left to go the campsite.

This is my tent. I had lots of help setting it up. I couldn't have set it up by myself, that's fo shizzle.

Ruby enjoyed the massive amounts of sticks laying around: props for fulfilling her fantasy of becoming a real dog.

This is our Woman of Fire. Thanks to Heather and Cheryl, I actually got to eat my tin foil dinner. Not that there was ever a point I doubted I'd eat my tin foil dinner. Um, no. Not at all...

So yah, lots of eating.

And there was lot of just playing and fire fly catching and basically having a great time.

It was really, really fun.

Camping, Part One

I started off the day by teaching Spin. During my "fitness instructor banter" (which if you've never attended a group fitness class, it's just basically where the instructor talks really loud about themselves to no one in particular while throwing random health tips in here and there) I mentioned I was going camping (which is SO good for your health) but not staying overnight (because a bad night's sleep in NOT good for your health) and I got scoffed at, like "How can you call that camping when you're not staying over night, you sissy." Spinners in Pennsylvania are generally tough and aggressive protein bar eating, Teva wearing, Nalgene drinking, outdoor enthusiasts. So yah. I totally fit right in. Spfff. They never really get over the fact that this bottle-blonde mother-of-two from the O.C. drills them into the ground four times a week. I take great pleasure in this.

Then straight from Spin, I had to run a million and one errands. Wearing my sweaty tank, head band and spandex bike shorts with a padded crotch, I ventured into Fed Ex, UPS, the post office, Target, the grocery store, the hospital and the bank. I am so over being embarrassed about wearing my spandex bike shorts with a padded crotch in public that I often walk around these places where I'm running errands while singing "And Iiiiiiii-eeee-iiiii will always love my spandex bike shorts with a padded cro-ooooootch" to the tune of I Will Always Love You made famous by Whitney Houston circa 1992.

After driving 30 minutes to the park, and taking 60 minutes to find my buddies, I discovered that Ruby's swim suit never made it into my bag.

She ended up swimming in my tshirt (which thankfully was huge on her) and her underwear, which brought back sweet childhood memories of seeing a great deal of Mexicans swim in baggy tshirts at Corona Del Mar Beach. And I'm saying "Mexicans", not "Latinos" because I could tell they were Mexican by the Mexian flags they always brought with them and stuck in the sand next to their beach towels and boom boxes.

We're Alive and Kind of In One Piece

Our day of camping was really fun. A post is to come.

So I was worried about poking someone's eye out while setting up the tent. I guess I should have been more worried about my May falling down the basement stairs and hitting her face on the wooden railings the day before we actually went "camping". What is not shown here is a huge purple linear bruise on her forehead; her messy-camping-bangs are hiding it. Very sad.

No Assembly Required? Not Interested.

I'm a little nervous for tomorrow. I'm going to have to set up our tent without a help from a man. No husband, no Dad. This nervousness comes from the recent realization that I am not very good at putting things together. You see, Go is gone a lot. He especially seems to be gone whenever it's Trash Day or "Let's Replace the Hideous Swan-like Chandelier in the Kitchen With a Slightly Better Light Fixture Because That's All We Can Afford Right Now But It'll Be Better Than What We Had" Day. He was gone during "Even Though We Aren't Having Our Baby For Three More Months, I Must Have This Crib Assembled and Placed In the Nursery-to-be Right This Second" Day. And "Look at These Cool Scandinavian Designed Mini Table and Chairs That Just Arrived. It Has to Be Put Together This Very Instant So I Can See Its Clean Lines and Good Design in Person and So That Ruby Doesn't Have to Do Her Coloring on an Adult-Sized Table and Chairs." And "I Don't Know What I'll Put On This Bookshelf But It Must Be Put Together Immediately" Day. And then "I Hate The Way Our Room Is Arranged" Day. Oh, and there was "I Just Bought This Twin Bed Set For May Even Though She'll Be In Her Crib For Another Year, It Was On Sale, So I Must Somehow Remove It From the Top of Our Very Tall Vehicle and Lug the Mattress and the Box Springs Up the Stairs and Then Put It Together Because I Must See What It Will Look Like In Her Room Right Now" Day. I never want to wait around for him to actually be home (with the energy) to do it. And because I have not yet fully matured, I am still very much into instant gratification. And I like to think I can do whatever any man can do. This is very wrong. I may be able to drive a stick shift and quickly parrallel park like a man or down several burritos in one sitting like a man but I cannot build things like a man. So now we have a crib with front bars that will not go down, a very cool kids table and chairs with loose legs, a book shelf that resembles the Leaning Tower of Pisa, a couple of dents in our bedroom wall, a couple of scrapes in the stairway and a jiggley twin bed.

I also always get hurt while doing these things. Like banging my finger with a hammer, dropping something heavy on my toe, falling down the stairs while trying to lug something up it that is five times my weight and size. Then Go gets home and I'm all banged up and we have some crazy looking thing just sitting there, waiting to be put together by someone who actually knows what they're doing and every time he says "Why didn't you just wait for me?" Dude. Come on. How long have we been married? Over seven years now? You should know by this point that it is an impossiblity for me to sit and stare at something, laying in its box as just parts, nuts, bolts, screws, and some lousy instructions. I must assemble. I must. I don't have a choice but to assemble. So tomorrow, when I'm trying to put up my tent for the very first time, I will fearlessly forge ahead and cross my fingers that I do not poke anyone's eye out in the process.

Compose Photography Blog

I belong to a photography blog, a group of girls all interested in photography. Some are ultra professional, some just bought their SLRs a week ago. I love the variety found on the blog and am grateful to be a part of it. We receive assignments every week from our fearless leader, Betsy and I have learned a lot by contributing and seeing others' work.

My friend was saying to me the other day that it seemed like I hadn't been doing much photography lately. Maybe I've lessened up a bit but I have some things in the works and plan on doing a lot during my trip. I also have been contributing and completing the assignments every week to the Compose blog. Here are the pictures I've "turned in." Some of these have been on this blog before. I'm learning a lot from everyone's feed back, advice and examples.

Back Light - meaning light source behind the subject

Fourth of July - (not very patriotic but it rained a lot that day)

Circles

Nature - (said like Tracy Morgan a la Brian Fellow) "That camel is smiling at me!"

Crop

Emotion - can you guess what emotion I was going for? How about GLEE!

Black and White

Reflection

Just Some Things

1. I will post pictures soon of the birds I made, though some of them turned out funky in the beak because I used too heavy of fabrics and some of the beaks look like noses, making them look like dogs instead of birds. Not cute.

2. I am enjoying the clean aroma of my Method Citrus Cilantro circle air freshener thingee.
Of course, the scent is a special edition and they will not be making it for very much longer, which always happens to me, especially when it comes to jeans.

I have a very, very hard time finding jeans that fit me right. I have a smallish waist, a big bottom, big spinning quads, and short, big- boned legs which is an odd combination indeed. It takes a lot of time, blood, sweat and tears to actually find jeans that even come close to looking not-ridiculous. When skinny jeans came onto the scene, I liked them but was convinced that someone with my body type could not and should not wear them. But I forged ahead with a pound of naivete and an ounce of hope and miraculously ended up finding the perfect pair: Arden B.'s Lexy Skinny. They make me look like I have a somewhat normal body, which is a hefty feat. Of course, now that I've worn them so much, there are holes in the crotch that I've patched over. Twice. Do I still wear them? You bet I do, but I did try to acquire another pair. I went online and couldn't find them. So I went back to Arden B. back in May while we were in CA and guess what? The Lexy Skinny have been discontinued. Forever. And ever. This did not shock me. Why? Because anyone who actually can fit into them probably shouldn't be wearing skinny jeans anyway. Miss Size Zero Snooty Bridges Arden B. Worker reaffirmed my hypothesis by laughing out loud at me when I shared this gem with her.

3. This coming Monday, the girls and I were planning to go camping with a bunch of other Moms and their kids. It was going to an adventure, seeing as the last time I camped (not including girls camp), I was wearing cut off sweat pants and a scrunchee in my hair.
How much would I love to have either of my brother's T-shirts right now? Anyway, all of our husbands thought we were crazy for wanting to do it alone and come to find out, not that thrilled about the whole idea for safety reasons so like the good little submissive wives we are (HA!) we are doing a day camp instead but STILL building fires and tents and eating foil dinners and s'mores and doing it without any help from a man. This shall be interesting.

4. I leave soon for CA. I am excited. After CA, I will be going to Vegas/Reynolds' cabin which I am equally as excited for. I'm so excited that I'm finding it hard to do day to day things, which always happens about a week before I leave to go back home. I just want to be gone already.

5. Does anyone else find it annoying when you're reviewing that stats from your site and find that some unknown blog has a link to yours, so you go try to go to this blog and it's private. Private! That doesn't seem fair for some reason. Like who is this stranger and why do they have a link to my blog on their sidebar and in what category is it? It could be like "Stupidest Blogs Ever" or "Most Narcissistic Blogs Out There." I guess I shall never know.

6. Ruby has been making lots of these lately--rabbits and mice faces.
7. Last night, Go was on call and so I found myself alone. Following my dear aunt Mary's advice, I watched an episode of Gilmore Girls before I went to bed. AND IT WAS MY FAVORITE EPISODE. It's not the the cleverest or best written, but it's the one where Rory kisses Jess at Sukie's wedding. I may or may not have rewound the kiss scene 20 times. And then I went to sleep and had very nice dreams.

8. I have a list that is a boa constrictor's length long of things I have to do before I leave that I don't want to do. And they all involve phone calls, paper work, money and the post office/UPS/FedEx. All of these things/places I loathe very deeply.

9. I got my Real Simple magazine about a week ago and I have yet to go through it. This is a record for me. I might just save it for the airplane. Like I'm going to have any time to read between wrestling my two squirrels, cleaning up spills and getting May to stop flirting with the creepy guy who will, and always is, sitting in front of us...

10. It's really hot and humid today, which makes me very glad I will be leaving soon.

To Whom It May Concern

If you were one of the dozen girls at my house last night and took a potty break from RockBand/Speed Scrabble and found yourself "resting" in my restroom and then, to your horror, found an empty toilet paper roll, I deeply apologize. After about half of you left, I went in and saw this:

I was mortified to find that I may have put you, my guests and friends, in such a precarious position. Hopefully whomever used the bathroom last also used the last sheet and it was sufficient for their needs. I would just hate to have put anyone through what I have gone through myself. And I really hope no one had to get creative. I will say this, I promptly threw my hand towel in the wash after you all had left just in case.

But now I'm thinking that there really were some of you who found themselves stuck, and then tried to get back at me by leaving all of your delicious treats at my house. Well played, my lovelies. Well played.

Dear Stone Temple Pilots

I've always liked you. Especially you, Scott Weiland. Not because of the Huntington Beach connection and despite being busted for drugs over and over. I've just always liked your voice, the way you move when you sing, your fashion flair and thought your red-headed complexion was boyish and cute. I regret to inform you Scott, that I've found a new admiration for Dean DeLeo, your guitarist. I've been working on passing the medium level of Vasoline on Rock Band's guitar for a couple of days now and I cannot do it to save my life. And that's on medium. I can't imagine what it would be like on expert and especially, the real deal, up on stage in front of thousands of people, trying to do it while you're drunk and high. I'm completely sober and hit half of the notes half of the time and then I get booed off the stage and have to start over. It's the greenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenred that gets me every time. So Scott, even though I've had a crush on you for years, my new crush is on you Dean DeLeo. Not because you have a really cool sounding name, but because I bet you could hit the greenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenredgreenred with your eyes closed. While intoxicated. Very impressive.

Cordially Yours,
Annie

P.S. - Drugs are bad for you. Knock it off, you knuckleheads.

Just a Suggestion

If you're going to have your husband cut your bangs, make sure that you both are very clear on where exactly you would like him to cut.

The Big 2-8 ?

First of all, thank you to all my bloggy buddies for sending me sweet birthday wishes. It made me feel really special. Yes, and the other kind of "special", too. I did ride the short bus to school back in the day. I really did, which is why I'm allowed to occasionally pop out a short bus joke.

So I feel like I turned 30 today. Not because I feel 2 years older than I really am, but because everyone (myself included!) made such a fuss this year. But I am ok with this and here's why: Two years ago on my birthday, about a week after we moved to PA, Go had just started his intern year working 110+ hours a week and so he was like suddenly and totally absent from our lives, we were renting this house out in Nowheresville while all of our stuff was in storage save for our mattresses, our computer and a Napolean Dynamite DVD, I didn't have any friends yet, we were unsure of our financial situation as we had yet to make our first paycheck, we had just purchased our house, Ruby was freshly diagnosed and hello, we had just moved across the country. Anyway, my birthday got completely overlooked which was fine under the circumstances. Two years later, it's a complete 360 and it sure made up for it. And I do have to say, it was really nice, though I felt ultra silly being showered with so much attention.

My day of birth was really good:

Reason #1
6:30 am. I wake up to find Go coming in from a night of work. Through one partially opened crusty eyelid, I see he's taking off his scrubs. I expect him to climb into bed and go to sleep, when I hear his belt buckle jingle, which is a belt he's had since he was 14 and has worn every single day of his life since. This belt is in a great state of decay. Some of the horrific things I see while watching reruns of CSI remind me of it, in fact.

Me: Are you putting on pants?
Go: Yup.
Me: Does this mean you're going to go stand in line at AT&T for me right now?
Go: Happy birthday. Go back to sleep.
Me: Zzzzzzz...

Reason #2
After driving home from the AT&T store separately, Go has to turn around to return my phone (they gave me the wrong one) and he is given the last (correct) one in the store! All the while, I am sitting at home with my imagination running wild with all kinds of visions of him getting mugged in the parking lot of our ghetto-fabulous mall by some burly thugs. Not only is he crumpled up against his little red Subaru with a bloody nose but our iPhones are gone. I know! The horror! But he comes home alive and in one piece, with iPhones in hand. I really shouldn't have worried in the first place. Nevermind his big muscles, he watches a lot of UFC and has learned how to brawl by osmosis.

Reason #3
We have our iPhones in our hot little hands and they are perfection. And thus ends my blogging about the iPhone forevermore. I know. You're going to miss it. Sniff.

Reason #4
Free Food No. 1: Chik-Fil-A. Here are the cow costumes/my mask. May keeps saying "Mama, I's a Moo!" We met Mandy, my luxury cupcake maker there, along with another buddy, Jen P. The kids were darling; I was so mad I forgot my camera. But Go was kind enough to get take a picture before we left.

Reason #5
Free Food No. 2: Slurpees. I have no documentation of this event but I do ask the 7-11 guy if I can get a bigger sized slurpee for free because it is my birthday. He is not amused. I press harder, saying that I can prove it with my driver's license. He couldn't care less. Hmph. I guess the 7.11 oz cups are better for me anyway.

Reason #6
I play a little of my early birthday surprise.


Reason #6
A birthday get-together with friends at a park while a cheesy jazzy cover band plays. Awesome. We eat pizza, cupcakes, chocolate covered frozen bananas, cookies, grapes, cherries, drinks and delicioso black-bottomed-cupcakes. It is a good time with some great friends.

This was the only good shot I got before my battery zonked. By the looks of this picture, you would think that this is the first cupcake my daughter has ever eaten.


Thank goodness to Camie, the organizer of this silly shindig and my great, great friend who is unfortunately not pictured, for taking all these pictures after I was left cameraless. AND made sure, while ignoring my large amounts of eyerolling, that there were exactly 28 candles. Because she is wonderful and silly like that.

You wouldn't know it by looking at her, but Bryn's got a baby boy in that tummy. A baby BOY! If I could look anywhere near this good when I'm pregnant, I'd be pregnant every day of my life.

This was taken during a rare moment where May was not on Chrissy's lap begging for fruit snacks. WHICH CHRISSY ALWAYS GIVES HER. Because she is a lover like that and I think May likes her better than me. Which I totally understand why.

Jen P. was not documented but I was so glad she was there! If she would have been pictured, it would have entailed a stylish, sexy mama with big blue eyes and a mischevious smile. She's up to no good, that one.

Would you have a hard time living next to Tamara; the epitomy of natural beauty? Would it make you a little self conscious? It would. It does. She's also, like, super super nice. I hate it when that happens.

This is Heather kind of hidden on the left, who is no doubt telling an incredibly funny story, causing someone to spurt rootbeer out of their nose. She has that ability and does it with ease. On our right is Cheryl, who is deep in thought, probably wondering how it's possible to be as awesome as she is, even though she really has no idea how awesome she really is because she's the opposite of stuck up. Thus the deep thought.
Can you believe that Jenn just had a baby mere months ago? She looked like this walking out of the hospital. And we all hate her for it. I can say that because she refuses to read blogs. Instead she reads things that greatly improve her mind, because she's a smarty like that. And a smarty-pants to boot.

I forget who this girl was and why she was there but someone needs to tell her that she should at least brush her hair before going out in public. And also that sitting Criss-Cross-Applesauce (the politically correct way of saying "Indian Style") is so not a good look for her. But I took pity and cropped that part out. She can thank me later.