Comments Posted By Jen

Displaying 241 To 270 Of 679 Comments


enter stage left. The entire cast was on stage, and I could feel my skirt slipping. That moment of extreeme panic as you grimice in a smile and take your second bow, knowing that the third and final could be terminal. Nope, made it through the third bow and now just to do an awkward shimmy waddle walk off stage with my left hand holding the waistline. I swear this time I am trough with budget charity shows!

» Posted By Jen On 07.07.2011 @ 5:56 am

I’ve already written about cast today, but I wanted to try again. I’m not exactly sure wheat to write ow though…
I’m suddenly struck with the urge to sing songs from the Glee Cast (don’t judge me people) and I think I’ll do just what as soon as my minute is over.

» Posted By Jen On 07.06.2011 @ 12:42 pm


A friend once said she wanted to like Mike Rowe (from Dirty Jobs fame) from “stem to stern.” I laughed repeatedly. Then made my sons turn on that show because she was dead on. What is it about a man with serious hands-on skills? That we feel safe with them? Or just know that something will get fixed without drama…whatever it is, yum.

» Posted By Jen On 07.05.2011 @ 3:19 pm


be greatful for what you are given she said. I thought it was a curse not a gift, thats what given means isn’t it? What did I know, she was the elder, she had lived with this much longer than I had but who in their right mind wants to find out that they are different on their 16th birthday. At 16 all you want to do is fit in, not feel the accute pain of the elements.

» Posted By Jen On 07.03.2011 @ 5:31 am

It’s a given. Moving sucks little green frogs. It turns your life upside down and inside out and makes you weep for the good ol’ days of not packing your life into cardboard squares. Can’t wait for this to be over.

» Posted By Jen On 07.02.2011 @ 6:31 pm

what have humans given the world? nothing. the world was once a beautiful, pure, unadulterated place where life and everything else on it was in balance. but because of human greed and inconsideration, we’ve disrupted that balance. in the end, what we will have given the world is its death.

» Posted By jen On 07.02.2011 @ 4:01 pm


honesty is probably the best thing to find in a person. in a friend or companion, you need honesty to develop trust, you need trust to develop love…whats the world without love…so whats the world without trust? think about it, honestly…

» Posted By jen On 06.30.2011 @ 7:14 pm

To be honest, I’m rather sick of this whole moving thing. I swear, I’m never.moving.again. Honestly. Bury out back, I ain’t suffering through this crap again.

Then again, I’ve said that before. How honest was I then?

About as much as now. But I really mean it this time.


» Posted By Jen On 06.30.2011 @ 12:08 pm


Wade in the water, wade in the water children, wade in the water….

» Posted By Jen On 06.30.2011 @ 2:09 am

There’s nothing like a calm, flowing river in which to dabble your feet, go tubing, splash a bit in the hot summer sun. But when the river gets angry, stay away. Do not wade. Do not tube. Do.Not.Enter. For an angry river just does not want company.

» Posted By Jen On 06.29.2011 @ 6:16 pm


its just a little crush, its not like I faint every time we touch, its just a little crush …. its just some little thing, a crush, not like everything I do depends on you. its just a little crush.

» Posted By Jen On 06.29.2011 @ 6:07 am

I will crush my opponents. I will tear them down and leave them hanging by bear threads. But that’s more than just crush right?

There’s that feeling when you see him. The way your stomach feels as though you’ve swallowed a thousand butterflies and your blood is made of fire, not…blood. The way your cheeks burn and you wish you had ice. Or at least…wish you could turn your head. But he draws your gaze.

» Posted By Jen On 06.28.2011 @ 8:03 pm


Erotic. Sex. Desire. Sometimes it has nothing to do with sex. Some people lust after possessions. It’s a hungry desire to fulfill something carnal. Gratification of the flesh. A word with many taboos, but also filled with curiosity. Voyeurism. Hollywood.

» Posted By jen On 06.27.2011 @ 6:35 pm

Erotic. Sex. Desire. Sometimes it has nothing to do with sex. Some people lust after possessions. It’s a hungry desire to fulfill something carnal. Gratification of the flesh.

» Posted By jen On 06.27.2011 @ 6:26 pm

It was lust at first site. Four walls, a skylight, stainless steel appliances. I.Want. And then the house inspection showed a new roof was needed, extensive wood rot…at what price house lust? You can always buy appliances later.

» Posted By Jen On 06.27.2011 @ 5:44 pm


Not everyone has them. Pity. More need them than not. How else can you chew your food? Bagels especially. Wait, not molars? My bad…

» Posted By Jen On 06.26.2011 @ 3:31 pm


the antlers were tiny on my head, everyones else were bigger i felt so silly then my dad came up to me and said dont worry, it makes you look cute! then he laughed, during the night i cut off his antlers and then said HA whos cute now!

» Posted By Jen On 06.26.2011 @ 7:49 am

The hats of the dear. The weapon of the dear.

» Posted By Jen On 06.25.2011 @ 9:48 pm


History. We all have history. I was just thinking about history the other day and how ironic it is when people refer to “historical facts”. The truth is that as time passes, facts become so distorted and details are lost in the dust and what we take for granted as fact is merely a shadow of the truth it was when it occurred. I think about how people read history and interpret history and I know that these events are not facts, they are merely observations.

» Posted By Jen On 06.23.2011 @ 11:52 am


Intense. How intense is the pain? I can remember the contractions when I was in labor with Colden. I remember someone telling me that the pain of those contractions would be intense, and intense they were. It was like I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, when a contraction came on. At one point while we were talking to the anesthesiologist before the c-section, he said something to me and I didn’t reply. He asked if I was listening, and my doula and my husband had to assure him that I heard everything he said but that I was just dealing with the intense contractions through my hypnobirthing meditation. That was the most intense pain I’ve ever felt. It went through my entire being.

» Posted By Jen On 06.22.2011 @ 12:27 pm


Cells…solitary. Solitary confinement. These words rang and echoed through my mind. Why was I in here? I looked around at the small box, feeling the walls start to close in on me. The cold from the cement floor seeped through my jeans, penetrating and freezing my blood. I put my head in my hands, shivering slightly. What had I done? Why was I here?

Suddenly, the lights turned off.

» Posted By Jen On 06.21.2011 @ 7:42 pm


I predict the future, I create what I predict and that is what I deserve. Positive affirmations do work look at what i have today, come from the slums and now I have a house that keeps me warm, a car that is reliable and a family that is perfect. I predict my greatest accomplishment will be in the smiles of my children

» Posted By Jen On 06.21.2011 @ 4:53 am


he held me in his arms, this was all wrong and I knew it but I so wanted it, I wanted it more than I had ever wanted to be held in my life. The way he touched me made me ache for more than just a touch how the hell was I ever going to face my husband and tell him I was in love with his best friend.

» Posted By Jen On 06.20.2011 @ 4:56 am

He held me tightly, as I rested my head against the arch of his collar bone. His hands delved lower, but not too low – resting in the small of my back, holding me close. The other cupped my head, keeping me pressed against his strong chest. His arms were warm. His breath was soft. His whispered words graced my ears like a soft tune. I started to drift, as I clung tightly to his shirt, refusing to let go.

» Posted By Jen On 06.19.2011 @ 11:49 am


I believe in a lot of different things. I believe in unicorns. I believe in the pots of gold at the end of the rainbow. I believe that this world will end soon, within the lifetime of my generation. But other people don’t necessarily share my beliefs. This is why I share. This is why I write. So that people will know. And when they know, they might too believe.

» Posted By Jen On 06.18.2011 @ 12:11 pm


I wonder why the sky isn’t pink
What if it was? What if the clouds were made out of cotton candy? I wonder, I wonder…

I wonder what I would be like if I was two dimensional
I wonder what’ll happen to me in the future
It makes you think, doesn’t it?

It makes you…wonder
Well, I guess that’s the point of wondering. To look at the world and to imagine how it could be different. Maybe that’s why I like writing fiction.

Because then I don’t have to wonder.
I can create the world I imagine ours would look like if every wondering thought that ever crossed my mind made it onto paper.

» Posted By Jen On 06.17.2011 @ 3:02 pm


Smile. Boy, do I hate my smile lately. Ever since I got pregnant with Colden and then threw up for nine months and let my teeth really go to shit, I hate to smile. I’m totally self conscious about the missing teeth on one side and the cavity that needs attention on the other. I wish I could smile more because I always felt like I could put people at ease with my smile, but lately, I just can’t and I think that sometimes makes people feel uncomfortable around me. And it’s not that I’m unpleasant, it’s just that I don’t like my smile.

» Posted By Jen On 06.17.2011 @ 10:31 am

That’s me. A big smile that just keeps getting bigger. Teeth. I hate yellow ones. That’s what white strips are for, people! But keep smiling though. Because a yellow smile us better than no smile at all!

» Posted By Jen On 06.16.2011 @ 3:23 pm

Smiles all around,
full of teeth,
closed lips

Everybody smiles sometimes
some people just have different ways of doing it
There are some who smile with our hearts
some who smile with our eyes
some with lips
and mouths,
and cheeks

Some of us don’t
Some of us hate it
Or at least
Some of us think we hate it

Smiles are healthy
Smiles are beautiful
They’re bright yellow spheres with black spots

They are a way of showing happiness

» Posted By Jen On 06.16.2011 @ 1:01 pm


Train. Chugga chugaa choo choo.
Wheels on steel,
they used to wake me up
at six in the morning

Not anymore
I’ve gotten used to them
kind of like my current

They think that they’re all powerful
they know just what they can do
but then…
they flip

and their world
and burns

What odd things they are.
They bring what is needed to those that need

» Posted By Jen On 06.15.2011 @ 7:15 pm

«« Back To Stats Page