Communication

the older i get, the less i'm interested in communicating with others. what a shame. i'm an idiot. or am i just really smart? the thing about having a conversation with someone, is assuming they know how to communicate with you. if you are like me, i head to the hills and bury myself with-in the closest dryad i can find as soon as i realize this is not happening how it should. people are so different on so many levels. some levels are good and some are bad. the moment i realize i'm in conversation with someone and that it can only end badly, i just nod and agree, unless of course, i feel like i have a strong point to make. i do not partake in stooping to ones level to get them to stop talking. that sir, i do not do. i most of the time stand there and take it. i'm like your average doormat, $8 special at walmart. these are sketchy times for me. those are the times that i gnaw my tongue raw until i can't take it anymore and vomit every word my soul has to offer in the best, kind way i know how. having said that, the person on the receiving end.....ya this is where it gets tricky and you more than likely, just set yourself up for the biggest verbal slamming ever b/c you have just challenged someone who knows what they know, believe it to be true, and refuse to accept that they might not be right, b/c how could any one person be wrong when it comes to their beliefs? these are the times that the most horrible words a man or woman can breathe off the very breath off their tongue. it's driven from their emotions, not their soul, heart, or common sense. it's pure emotion and reaction that is so diluted by the drive to get it out, vomit your ground! damn't you are right! this is when you lower your head down as the dragon speaks and spews, and take every word as if you are physically being punched in the face and blow by blow, you shrink until you are nothing but dirt from the driveway on the rug in your entry way. i am sad for people who are supercilious and i am sad for those that have to have conversations with the above, who are so tender that a simple rain drop, snowflake, rustle of leaves, a hug, beautiful ray of sunshine, the faces of their children, or a friendly smile from a stranger can bring them to tears b/c of not just their affection for the world, but b/c they have such an appreciation for the kindness and love that they see in it all.

it's cold out yo. colder than a witches tit in a brass bra.

Here we are, ok, right now i'm gonna tell you, i don't have the best grammar and i'm tired of capitalizing proper letters, names, etc.....so deal with it, you can chose to not read what i write if it bothers you. i just hate taking the time to do it! ha! it's presently colder than a witches tit in wisconsin and while, i adore the view from the windows of the sleek, sparkly snow, i don't want to go out there! brrrrrrrrrr! i have never been a winter lover, but the last couple of years, i've really enjoyed it. i've become more of a summer hater. course i'm a woman and i'm finicky and i can't decide what is perfect weather. i do enjoy sunny and 72, but that happens so rarely in the midwest, so, you roll with the punches and i'm ok with enjoying the views from the windows. today when i picked my son up from school he appeared extra cold as he approached the van. he opened the door and said, "well, i got snowed.". i could see snow all inside of his hood and coat :( my immediate reaction was, "where's the punk who did this?". i guess some kids were having a snowball fight outside and he was just walking along, and BOOM! a kid took a bunch of snow and put it down his coat on a subzero day. he didn't seem to mind much. i sure did. i don't have much for thoughts or things to say today. in fact, i pretty much forgot i started this blog. LOL. a day old blog and it's already forgotten. poor thing. i'll be in touch again in the next day or two or when the mood strikes me. stay warm and cozy, or cool and cozy. hunker down. love and love more. jen

Well, hello. I'm Jenny. Welcome to my blog. I'm not very good at this whole writing thing, but I sometimes feel like I need to write down my thoughts in a place that is suitable, and that place is here. My very own blog. I've done this before, but I left it, fed it to the wolves and walked away without batting an eye. Now, I'm back. First of all, if you don't care for cussing ~ leave this blog immediately. Don't say I didn't warn you. I have this little family, a husband, a son, my oldest at 11yrs. old. He's a total tween right now. I love him so much. He's a lot like me. A lot of leave me alone with a side of sass - Introvert!!!! My daughter, my youngest, she's all warm and fuzzy. She has these amazing porcelain doll like lips. She is a silly one. Out of this world. Quiet as all get out in crowds, but bonkers as can be when she's comfortable. She is a total Daddy's girl. We have a chihuahua, her name is Pinky, she is a fierce 7lb. tightly wound sleek dog with brown and white fur and she likes to shit in the basement. Sometimes I'm lucky and she goes on her puppy pads, other days it's, "Damn you dog!!!!! What did you do?!". Our cat Jahk (said, Jack), he's as fat as they come. The vet says that he is "big boned.". LOL. He is a giant mass of "blue" hair. He is insanely wild at times. He runs and his gut sways from side to side as he flies across the floor in some sort of desperate mode to be noticed but not noticed at the same time. He's cute. Then there is my husband. We are high school sweat hearts. Have been dating since I was junior and he a senior in high school. We now are in our early to mid 30's approaching our 14th year of marriage and 18th year together. Where the time goes, I don't know. My husband works in a cheese factory for a living to provide for this crazy crew and I work part-time at a local flooring store. Lots of stories, vents, heartaches, happiness, and cussing to come. Just you wait and see. Until then.......