Passionate 'bout Them Oreos!

The following is a true conversation that occurred this evening:


Jesi: Mom, can I please have an oreo?

Me: Sure.

Jesi: Can I have 2!? Brian had 2!!

Brian: Jesi, I had 2 FOUR TIMES!


After viewing the half- empty oreo package I decided that he had spoken truth. Anyone else have a fascination w/ oreos?

Strange Happenings on Friday the 13th

Have you experienced ultra strange occurrences on Friday the 13th? Perhaps on this day a black cat has crossed your path, the power mysteriosly has gone off in your home or maybe you were chased around the forest by a madman who refused to speak? Do you celebrate by ignoring the day all together, going back to bed and pulling the covers over your head, or periodically turning on a chain saw at random intervals throughout the day to freak out your neighbors or random passerbys?

My brother Jason...



(NOT to be mistaken with Jason...)



Celebrates likes this...

OK, so maybe he celebrates a little more like this...



First a little background: My brother Jason was born on the 13th. My parents, being ignorant to the freaky relation with the name Jason and the 13th, actually named him... JASON!

Jason seems to experience painful or dissappointing things when his birthday falls on a Friday. For instance, one Friday the 13th birthday he was roughly tossed around a bus. On Friday the 13th 11 years ago Jason was found moping around our home and looking most dejected. When my mom inquired as to why, he said something like, "Because it's my birthday and everyone forgot and I don't get any presents or ice cream or cake." Yep. We forgot.

Since Jason's birthday was on a Friday this year and I am writing this on a SUNDAY I think it is safe to assume that the same thing happened as 11 years ago. Jason's gifts were: gold-fish, dinner, Chex mix, and a bike spoke. Let's hear a collective, "aaaaah!"

Well, this may be late, but none-the-less, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON! Look at the bright side; next year your birthday will not be on a Friday! YEA! Love ya! -Jeni

Happy Thanksgiving Bow Style!

I've made some different turkeys, but this one takes the cake! Cute, huh?

"Fat Turkey"

Gobble, Gobble, Gobble!

Fat turkey, fat turkey,

Oh gobble, gobble gobble,

Fat turkey of mine!

You're not here for living,

You're here for Thanksgiving!

Oh, gobble, gobble, gobble,

Fat turkey of mine

-Author Unknown

Anyone Else Ever Have a Day FILLED With Things Like This?

Jeni Loves Bart

After reading the following quote:

"The noblest yearning of the human heart is for a marriage that can endure beyond death. Fidelity to a temple marriage does that. It allows families to be together forever."
-Russell M. Nelson

I just had to tell Bart:

Angel Inspired Bow

No, silly, I am not claiming divine inspiration! I have been wanting to make a "Made To Match Gymboree" bow/ flower line, so for advice on the latest & greatest Gymboree stuff I called my siter-in-law, Angel.




Angel is always up to date on the best fashions and said that she had just used some Gymboree bucks to buy this darling number for her girls:

Inspiration hit! but I am still not sure; feathers, or no feathers, feathers of no feathers?

Bart loves the feathers; What do you think?

Training Cinderella Early

Yesterday I heard Chelsea screaming so ran to see what was wrong. She had tried to clean the toilet and was TICKED that the lid to the toilet had fallen on her cleaning brush & was hindering her ability to get a good scrubbing motion.

As you can see, we start training our children early to take care of messes. Here Chelsea isn't even potty trained and she is learning to clean the toilet! Doesn't she know that she can wait until she is 18 months before we make her get her hands dirty? I totally think she should milk the baby thing a bit more, but I suppose what we have here is a self- appointed Cinderella!

You go girl!

My Charmer

I am pretty sure that Brian will be a class clown. I can see his little brain thinking up things that will make people laugh. Sometimes it is intentional and sometimes he just says the cutest little 3 year old things. A few casses in point:


1. The other day Brian and I had the following conversation:

Brian: I like you!
Me: I like you!
Brian: I like you!
Me: I like you!
Brian: (After thinking a minute) I like your style!


2. "Cutie's here!"


3. One of Brian's favorite phrases to passionately say is, "Hmmm. I love that!" This is usually said after asking a question, any question. For example the other day Brian asked, "Where are we going?" "To Walmart," I replied. Enthusiastically he said, "Hm. I love that!"

Fancy Schmancy Designs by Jeni!

Besides the obvious (taking care of children, chauffering, cleaning- cleaning & cleaning!) I have been starting a bow making business. At some recent fairs I have noticed that everyone was selling the same basic things so I have been on the hunt for something unique to make and sell. What do you think about some of my new creations?

I am thrilled that my bows will be for sale in our local boutique in just a few days! After stocking that store (a much larger project than I anticipated!) I plan to add inventory to my Etsy store . Life is sure fun!

Josh and the Giant

I picture bedtime stories being calm, relaxing and peaceful. The purpose of a bedtime story is to help someone fall asleep... right?

My brother Josh has, um, a different idea. To see a sample of the type of bedtime story Josh would tell, watch the following clip:



Case in point: Josh has told his sweet little daughter stories of "Barbie and the Giant" for years now. Sweet little Katie, who was raised on said stories does not know better and actually enjoys her daddy calmly relating some rather twisted info. These stories usually involve Barbie's head being removed by the giant.

In honor of such imaginings, I have decided to write my own story titled "Josh and the Giant."



Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a funny little man named Josh. Even though Josh was only 30 years old he already had TONS of gray hair so he appeared much older than he was. (Author's Note: This has nothing to do with the actual story, it was simply for descriptive purposes.) Josh recognized that I, his sister Jeni with no gray hair (see previous note), was 2.75 years wiser than he was so he came to me for some advice.

As it happened, Josh had this miserable giant in his life whom he wanted to pull a prank on.

"What about giving him a swirly?" I suggested.

While rolling his eyes Josh replied, "He'll be expecting that. Besides, I am famous for that manuever."

"Right," I contemplatively replied. "Well, what about putting a live, fully fed chicken in his bedroom? Or when he is taking a bath you could sneak in and put a live frog in his tub."

"I've already tried those ideas," Josh replied, then in a mad scientist sort of way said, "I need something new, something fresh!"

"Hmmm," I thought. "What about posting on your blog that his wife is pregnant?"

"That's a tired old idea. I used that one last month."

"You could photo shop that picture of him holding the fish he caught to make it look super teeny tiny and then post it on the bulletin board at work," I suggested.

At this suggestion Josh glared at me and pulled out his wallet to show me the completed copy of my suggestion.

All of a sudden, a stroke of genius hit me. "I've got it!" I declared. "What if you took the tires off of his car and hid them all around town! Wouldn't that be tricky?"

"Jeni! I need some amazing idea, not some 'Boring; done that,' notion!"

With one last grasp I thought up a real doozy. "What if you stripped him naked and tied him to the trampoline?"

After such a "has been" suggestion, Josh threw up his hands in disgust and stormed out of the room, leaving me to contemplate my great luck that I was NOT the giant! Or was I.......?



Readers, some form of these jokes (typically a more diabolical form) were actually perfomed. Josh, may this be a rather terrific b-day & may your children continue to give you many a gray hair!

Love,
Jeni