I just got an email from my sister with the following subject:
WM WTF
I mean, really, Jennifer. This whole Weekend Moment (WM) thing isn't even your bag and you're going to ask me What-The-Fword (WTF)? I wonder what Leanne would think about this incessant badgering. Okay, incessant was a bit much. But I still wonder.
I am deciding between two so back off you big, pushy meanie-head!
Oh, and I love you.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Checking Out
Oh, Internet, how I have loved feeding on you. I learn a lot of information from you - some useful, some interesting and some quite enlightening. It is time, though, that I stop learning the unnecessary.
I've known it and thought it, but have never been able to put it into words like one of my newest favorite bloggers did. I, too, enjoyed reading and snickering on a fairly frequent basis.
Celebrity Gossip sites, I am checking out. And taking a moment to be thankful that I don't have 17 guys with cameras following my every move and making it a national headline.
I've known it and thought it, but have never been able to put it into words like one of my newest favorite bloggers did. I, too, enjoyed reading and snickering on a fairly frequent basis.
Celebrity Gossip sites, I am checking out. And taking a moment to be thankful that I don't have 17 guys with cameras following my every move and making it a national headline.
Friday, June 26, 2009
My Name is...
Snarky McSnarkerson, not Slim Shady.
Pleased to meet you. And... join me, if you dare.
As of late, I've been swept up in a new attitude. One that is fun, entertaining and downright rude and unfriendly to outsiders. And - best part - I have a new partner in crime to be Super Snarky with. After all, snarking is really best done (and likely safest) in numbers.
What is a snark? According to some tool reviewing a book aptly titled Snark, it is a tone of teasing, snide, undermining abuse ... attempting to erase one's cool. He goes further to say that snarkers like to think they're witty but they're really just seething and snarling.
I must admit, it IS exhausting being so much better, cooler and witty than anyone else I know. It's an addiction that only feeds on more snark - NEED MORE SNARK - somewhat like the little 'brring-brring' noise that let's me know someone wants to Blackberry Messenger me. [Side Note: I picked the brring-brring noise as a constant reminder to Freddie Bill that I have YET to get a bell for my bicycle. I'm running people over left and right because I simply cannot warn them that I am coming in behind them.] I digress. Or do I snark? Well, that doesn't have as nice of a ring. But, again, I snark. Oh - ha - just caught that little pun there... you see, I wouldn't know what a ringing noise is since I don't have a bell to produce it.
Wow, I really did digress on that last bit. My point was that I'm addicted to being snarky much like I'm addicted to my Blackberry.
Now back to my original point. I'm snarky. You can take my snark and embrace it. Or you can take my snark and shove it. (That last part was to the tune of Take This Job and Shove It.) I am, though, a self-titled Part Time Snarker. I'd like to think I don't act like a total jerk ALL of the time.
Pleased to meet you. And... join me, if you dare.
As of late, I've been swept up in a new attitude. One that is fun, entertaining and downright rude and unfriendly to outsiders. And - best part - I have a new partner in crime to be Super Snarky with. After all, snarking is really best done (and likely safest) in numbers.
What is a snark? According to some tool reviewing a book aptly titled Snark, it is a tone of teasing, snide, undermining abuse ... attempting to erase one's cool. He goes further to say that snarkers like to think they're witty but they're really just seething and snarling.
I must admit, it IS exhausting being so much better, cooler and witty than anyone else I know. It's an addiction that only feeds on more snark - NEED MORE SNARK - somewhat like the little 'brring-brring' noise that let's me know someone wants to Blackberry Messenger me. [Side Note: I picked the brring-brring noise as a constant reminder to Freddie Bill that I have YET to get a bell for my bicycle. I'm running people over left and right because I simply cannot warn them that I am coming in behind them.] I digress. Or do I snark? Well, that doesn't have as nice of a ring. But, again, I snark. Oh - ha - just caught that little pun there... you see, I wouldn't know what a ringing noise is since I don't have a bell to produce it.
Wow, I really did digress on that last bit. My point was that I'm addicted to being snarky much like I'm addicted to my Blackberry.
Now back to my original point. I'm snarky. You can take my snark and embrace it. Or you can take my snark and shove it. (That last part was to the tune of Take This Job and Shove It.) I am, though, a self-titled Part Time Snarker. I'd like to think I don't act like a total jerk ALL of the time.
Monday, June 22, 2009
WM: Saturday, June 20, 2009
Saturday morning I went to breakfast with my good friend Stacey. No kids, no husbands, no interruptions. Jess and Jess chittin' and chattin' while eating pancakes and waffles.
Yum, Yum, Yum.
Yum, Yum, Yum.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Busted by a Toddler
A new car game lately has been discussing traffic lights. Red means STOP! and green means either Go!Go!Go! or Vroom!Vroom!
What happens when mommy slides through a Yellow?
A little voice pops up from the backseat "Oops, Mommy."
What happens when mommy slides through a Yellow?
A little voice pops up from the backseat "Oops, Mommy."
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Elliot's New Best Friends
In a chance happening of conversation, I happened upon someone trying to unload a train table - with trains, tracks and buildings included. Long story short, we looked into it and decided it was a good purchase and I came home with it on Monday afternoon.
We put it up Monday night, building it as best we could (it's used, so not everything is there...) and playing with it for a while after that. Elliot didn't see it until we got home from school and work today; he absolutely loves it!
We put it up Monday night, building it as best we could (it's used, so not everything is there...) and playing with it for a while after that. Elliot didn't see it until we got home from school and work today; he absolutely loves it!
I snapped a few pictures - but this one just says "boy and his train."
Sunday, June 14, 2009
WM: Saturday, June 13, 2009
Sitting outside on a warm sunny morning, eating lunch with friends at a new restaurant in a city away from home. Perfection.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Definition of Bittersweet
I am looking forward to this weekend in Colorado. Fred and I leave tonight and are driving out for his friend Josh's wedding and are padding a day each way for the Rocky Mountain National Park and a Rockie's game. Not comin' back until Monday.
Did you catch the part about it just being Fred and I?
It was hard to type. This will officially be the longest that we have been apart from Elliot at the same time. He's not even gone yet (but will be in a matter of hours) and I'm already missing him.
Rationally, I know this weekend would be NO fun for him and that he will have a grand time in Tecumseh. And I know that Fred and I will have enjoy eating out without coaxing him to try the beans, sleeping past 6:30 a.m. and having "normal" adult conversation.
But.
I miss him already.
Did you catch the part about it just being Fred and I?
It was hard to type. This will officially be the longest that we have been apart from Elliot at the same time. He's not even gone yet (but will be in a matter of hours) and I'm already missing him.
Rationally, I know this weekend would be NO fun for him and that he will have a grand time in Tecumseh. And I know that Fred and I will have enjoy eating out without coaxing him to try the beans, sleeping past 6:30 a.m. and having "normal" adult conversation.
But.
I miss him already.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
A Bar None
This weekend we were enticed by Grandma Judy to come to her house for lunch - she was serving up a spaghetti bar! Wow - a spaghetti bar?
As in similar to a potato bar where one finds a giant pile of baked taters and is then bombarded with a bar FULL of options to load on top of the potato? Oh boy, Oh boy, Oh boy! I can hardly wait to see a mounding pot of noodles with all kinds of goodies to top my pasta with - sauces, meats, veggies (yech), cheeses, etc.
Grandma Judy's getting fancy now - watch out Tecumseh!
... Or not. (insert sound of crickets chirping)
Not only did the spaghetti bar consist of a maximum of TWO sauce choices, but there was no spaghetti to be had! There were"crazy" noodles (you know, the funny color ones) and there was linguine. Neither of which are spaghetti. Sauce choices: red with meat or white with shrimp. And while the garlic bread was truly divine, there were no options here either.
Pasta Station? Maybe. Spaghetti Bar? Not even close.
But..... I ate you anyway and enjoyed every minute of it!
As in similar to a potato bar where one finds a giant pile of baked taters and is then bombarded with a bar FULL of options to load on top of the potato? Oh boy, Oh boy, Oh boy! I can hardly wait to see a mounding pot of noodles with all kinds of goodies to top my pasta with - sauces, meats, veggies (yech), cheeses, etc.
Grandma Judy's getting fancy now - watch out Tecumseh!
... Or not. (insert sound of crickets chirping)
Not only did the spaghetti bar consist of a maximum of TWO sauce choices, but there was no spaghetti to be had! There were"crazy" noodles (you know, the funny color ones) and there was linguine. Neither of which are spaghetti. Sauce choices: red with meat or white with shrimp. And while the garlic bread was truly divine, there were no options here either.
Pasta Station? Maybe. Spaghetti Bar? Not even close.
But..... I ate you anyway and enjoyed every minute of it!
Monday, June 8, 2009
WM: Saturday, June 6, 2009
Roca Berry Farm: Two friends with their two sons picking strawberries in the Saturday morning sun. Perfect weekend moment.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
A Trip Down Memory Lane
I was going through pictures on our camera (I know, I'm terrible at updating Flickr) and found this little gem from Fred and Elliot's trip to the zoo last Wednesday.
Sure, the kid in the video is pretty cute but what kills me is Leo the Lion and how he is still at the zoo and still eating trash. This was Elliot's first experience. I think it was a hit.
Sure, the kid in the video is pretty cute but what kills me is Leo the Lion and how he is still at the zoo and still eating trash. This was Elliot's first experience. I think it was a hit.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Not So Fast, Seckman!
Huh. It's kind of hard to give away a cat during the Month of May when you don't even post about it until its already June.
I don't pretend to be smart so it doesn't surprise me that I just caught that little blooper. But my readers... well, I expected more from you guys.
I don't pretend to be smart so it doesn't surprise me that I just caught that little blooper. But my readers... well, I expected more from you guys.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
WM: Saturday, May 30, 2009
A friend of Jen's, Leanne Wadenpfuhl, is starting a new thing - Weekend Moment - and I'm intrigued. Intrigued by the idea of it, but also to see how long I'll keep up with it.
The idea is to capture a moment from your weekend (hence naming it Weekend Moment) and spew it into your blog through any form of media - picture, haiku, dissertation, simple reflection, etc. I think everyone ought to give it a try, at least once.
Consider this my first attempt.
Fred and I were in Kansas City on Saturday to see Ben Folds. As we sat and waited (not)patiently for him to take the stage, Fred looked at me and said - we met at a Ben Folds concert in Kansas City 7 years ago. Would you have guessed we'd be here again but this time be married almost 5 years and have a 2 year old?
I sort of smiled/smirked. He smiled back.
The idea is to capture a moment from your weekend (hence naming it Weekend Moment) and spew it into your blog through any form of media - picture, haiku, dissertation, simple reflection, etc. I think everyone ought to give it a try, at least once.
Consider this my first attempt.
Fred and I were in Kansas City on Saturday to see Ben Folds. As we sat and waited (not)patiently for him to take the stage, Fred looked at me and said - we met at a Ben Folds concert in Kansas City 7 years ago. Would you have guessed we'd be here again but this time be married almost 5 years and have a 2 year old?
I sort of smiled/smirked. He smiled back.
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