Monthly Archives: October 2010
My Birth Story: I’m always late
For this first post I cheated and asked my mom to write it for me. I figured that it would be more meaningful coming right from her rather than me re-writing what she told me.
1979 My parents about 2-3 months before I was born
Here is my birth story in my mother’s words:
“It was early Sunday morning 09-30-79, two weeks late and ready to burst, when finally a glimmer of hope that I wouldn’t be pregnant forever appeared, of all places…in my underwear!
(I was two weeks late! This isn’t unusual for me as I seem to always be late even today!)
We called the doctor’s office and to my delight they said “If you’re not in labor, we’ll induce. Go to the hospital.” The sun shone…the angels sang…I was elated! I would finally get to meet my little baby…girl…boy…we didn’t know…we wanted to be surprised!
About 11:00 A.M. they broke my water, after an hour…nothing…so they induced. Labor pains started immediately but after 5 ½ long hours still…nothing. The doctor came in and told us that the baby was getting stressed and the heartbeat was slowing and they would have to do a C-section. My husband looked as though he was going to throw up! I on the other hand didn’t care if they pulled the baby out of my nose with a spoon, I just wanted the baby out and I told the doctor as much!
They prepped me for surgery and at 6:15 p.m. We finally got to meet our little baby girl, Jennifer Rian, for the first time! You know with all that was going on in the operating room, I don’t even remember if she cried, but I did.”
09-30-1979 Me 2 hours old
I forgot to ask my mom to write about naming me, so I called her to be sure I got the story straight. Here’s what she said:
“I’ve always liked the name Jennifer, so I named you Jennifer. I always imagined Jennifer having blond hair and blue eyes and I don’t know why but I always pictured you running through a field. We wanted to do something different for your middle name so we took the first two letters from your dad’s name and the first two letters from my name and came up with Rian.”
I’ve always loved the meaning behind my middle name. I think it’s unique and I really like it (Although for a time during high school I thought it would sound better pronounced Ree-Ann (rather than Rye-en), but I got over that.). Being a Jennifer in the 1980’s wasn’t at all unusual so it was nice to have a special middle name.
Well, I’m off to go run through a field! See you next week 🙂
Left: 1979 Mom 6m pregnant w/ me Right: 2009 Me 9m pregnant w/ Adaline
My Piggy Tales:
*My Birth Story: I’m always late!
*Ages 3-5: Dancing in a box
*Age 6 First Grade: There’s a bra in my lunchbox!
*Age 7 Second Grade: Bossy Wheels and Shady Deals
*Age 8 Third Grade: I will not talk in class
*Age 9 Fourth Grade: I didn’t really need those fingers anyway!
*Age 10 5th Grade: Nothing’s Scary in the Fifth Grade
*Age 11 6th Grade: Jenny Got Ran Over by her Grandma
*Age 12 7th Grade: Youth Camp Stinks
*Age 13 8th Grade: “Talent” Show
*Age 14 9th Grade: (N)O Christmas Tree
*Age 15 10th Grade: The Newsboys Wouldn’t Ditch Their Friends
*Age 16 11th Grade: Acrophobia Gets You the Good Seats
*Age 17 12th Grade: In School Suspension
My Young Adult Years
*Dreams and Aspirations: The Long Road There
*Friends and Fellowship: Friends Don’t Get Friends Grounded
*My First Job
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 1
*How I Met Cool Daddy Part 2
*Colonel Mustard on a Rollercoaster with a Plastic Fork
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Wordful Wednesday: The Flight of the Midnight Moth
At midnight I went into my bathroom. I turned on the light and was immediately startled by a large bug fairly close to the light switch. I did a little gasp and small jump backward and then realized it was only a moth. I said aloud to myself, “Oh, it’s just a moth…you scared me for a second there.” (or something like that). As I was going into the cabinet to get something I thought, “Was that a moth?”. Despite my minuscule fear that it might be some other more fearsome insect that wanted to eat me or lay eggs in my ear (and despite the fact that you and I both know how these situations always end) I decided to turn around and lean forward ever-so-slightly for a closer quick look. At that exact moment the moth took flight. I let out a squeal and started jumping and shaking out my shirt and smacking my hair around sitcom-style for fear that it was “on” me somewhere.
For the most part I’m not afraid of bugs (though I don’t particularly like them either thankyouverymuch) and I have absolutely no fear of moths…but that doesn’t mean that I want one on me. And I wouldn’t mind having one on me if it was by choice and I had invited said moth to rest lightly on my finger. However, this particular moth was just a little more aggressive in his introduction than I am comfortable with considering the “getting all up in my personal space” thing it just did. I don’t even want my husband touching me without asking first (sorry, dude. Love you!). Had Mr. Moth not scared the crap outta me (twice) I normally would’ve asked him his name, invited him to stay, and then written a poem about him. Maybe he’ll think of that next time he is contemplating scaring the bejeesus out of a poor, unsuspecting housewife (who ought to be in bed rather than blogging about moths at midnight).
While leaving the bathroom I noticed that he was hanging out on the shower curtain. I don’t believe that he ever did touch me, but the erratic flight pattern was enough to freak me out (don’t you hate how moths fly?!). So, like any good blogger would I went to get my camera so that you would have a visual of this harmless yet altogether terrifying moth that has nothing better to do at midnight than to fly in the faces of innocent women.
This is the spot where Mr. Moth was originally.
And here he is…
Ew. I think you can see the flash glimmering in his little mothy eyeball. So creepy.
Okay. So I ended up writing a poem anyway. Enjoy.
The Flight of the Midnight Moth
We could have been friends, you and I
But instead you decided to fly
Without warning too close to my face
Made me jump all over the place
Some of us are moth-friendly folks
Who like hearing moth knock-knock jokes
And would be quite happy to
Become Facebook friends with you
So next time please think before flying
And sending some poor lady crying
The whole thing makes me quite sad
When I consider what we could’ve had
We could have been friends, you and I
But instead you decided to fly
Without warning too close to my face
Made me jump all over the place
Some of us are moth-friendly folks
Who like hearing moth knock-knock jokes
And would be quite happy to
Become Facebook friends with you
So next time please think before flying
And sending some poor lady crying
The whole thing makes me quite sad
When I consider what we could’ve had
This post is linked to Wordful Wednesday
You can check out my Wordless Wednesday post here.
Jenn’s 31st Birthday 2010
(a.k.a. Happy (Belated) Birthday to me!)
After all of the thrill and excitement of my Celebrating 30 Years in 30 Days posts, I figured I wouldn’t leave you hanging until next year before giving you the edge-of-your-seat details from my 31st birthday on Thursday.
Cool Daddy invited the Cool Fam over for some cake and birthday festiveness.
There was a veggie tray.
The meat-eaters slipped some meat in there 😦
There was an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.
(Clearly our DQ hires from only the country’s finest ice cream cake decorators)
I’m not sure who “Jemm” is, but I’m sure that she’s truly outrageous.
(Truly, truly, truly outrageous)
(Clearly our DQ hires from only the country’s finest ice cream cake decorators)
I’m not sure who “Jemm” is, but I’m sure that she’s truly outrageous.
(Truly, truly, truly outrageous)
Here’s what it looks like all lit up!
There is no meaning behind the 8 candles…that’s what we had so we went with it.
(It’s a good thing that there was only 8 of them since I could barely blow them out. I think I need to exercise or something.)
I had already blown out the candles when my sister said, “Oh, I missed it!” (She was busy taking pictures of her adorable son…like anyone cares about him on my birthday!) So I told her, “Here, I’ll pretend to blow out the candles and you can take the picture!”
Then we got out Adaline’s old jumperoo to pass on to her little cousin.
He loved it and she loved showing him all of the toys on it.
Adaline had a dirty diaper and this was the reaction.
I wanted a picture of me with my little sweetie pie on my birthday.
She did not.
This is the best one we ended up with.
She did not.
This is the best one we ended up with.
And this is her smiling only a few minutes later.
(What a snot!)
You might be interested in checking out my daughter, Adaline’s, first birthday party
You can take a look at my 1st-30th Birthdays by following the links on this page.
You can take a look at my 1st-30th Birthdays by following the links on this page.
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Fun and Dysfunction 