i am back. comments are broke! don’t know why!!! trying to figure it out. plane was way late and we are tired. so you can always jennifer@jennui.com
loves ya

i know nothing is as boring as bloggers talking about how sorry they are for not blogging. but, well, i am sorry for not blogging. AND this will be my last post until next week. you see life snuck up on me and i am leaving tomorrow morning at the CRACK for san francisco. i am hoping to meet up with the lovely Helen Jane and the freakin’ amazing Lisa Stone. it is too bad i haven’t posted this week or we could talk about my unreasonable angst about leaving my kid (biomom is babysitting), as well as how my mother is sleeping over tonight until bio mom gets here and is CLEANING despite my finally hiring a cleaning service. the woman is nuts. also. i will have no ‘puter access while we are on holiday. i am meeting mark after a nerd conference in san jose and then we are going to eat sour dough bread until we hurl. weeeeeeee!
In the meantime i have to ask you a favour. even though i abuse your love, do this wee tiny thing for me. as part of the BlogHer scene, we are collecting your opinions. YOU, the people who matter. the hot people, the cool people, the hip, the happening, the NOW people. (too much?) the survey is tiny and i would really appreciate the help and input. i’ll give you a kiss later. i PROMISE!
TAKE ME NOW!
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you know what the worst/best thing about itunes is? (a lot of you already know, but pity me and read anyhow) the best/worst thing is that you can download just one song at a time. sometimes, well, often for me, it is a song that is on an album by an artist that you would never buy/admit to buying. the bigger problem for me is that when i occasionally take a sleeping pill and then get on the computer i stoned download. you know, i wake up the next morning with a song my kelly clarkson, something by someone named anna nalick, get down tonight, but K.C. and the Sunshine Band, dance little sister but terence trent d’arby and a really long song by yaz. yes, yaz. thankfully, this doesn’t happen very often. i also bought an entire album of lullabies for charlotte, but they are lovely and it was a great purchase. and fuck me if i don’t really like that kelly clarkson song. it is a good think i am only drunk at functions involving other bloggers or christmas parties or i would have a hard drive full of american idol contestants, disco, and angsty new wave my my yout’.
my other confession about itunes is that i seem to download a lot of songs that make me sad or make me cry. i think it is a similar M.O. to why i watch Hotel Rwanda whenever it is on the movie channel. does anyone else do this? like you need or want to cry sometimes? for the release, or the change, or to negate the cotton heady feeling from the antidepressants and thereby reassure yourself you are NOT a robot? i mean just because i haven’t been soul crushingly depressed recently doesn’t mean i don’t get sad. or remember sad things. like my aunt dying. or what the scale said when i weighed myself for the first time in 7 months (new therapist told me to). the scale thing, a recent sad thing, is really soul sucking right now. how can i be this old and have this still bother me SO much? as my father said when i first when on antidepressants when i was 19 “can’t you just heal yourself?”. yes, why can’t i? get over this? why do they taunt me with “side effects may include weight loss”, and NEVER deliver?
help a girl out. what songs make you feel sad, when you want to feel sad? and why can’t we just heal ourselves?
i like this new version of time after time by cyndi lauper and sarah mclaughlan.

me at my parent’s farm, late 70s

i was really psyched for an entry today. both her and on blogher. latest blogher here.
anyhow. i always close the door to my “home office”/room where i surf blogs when charlotte is around. my office is adjacent to her play room/area of fisher price crap. tonight, i closed the door and it locked itself (yes ITSELF), and nothing mark nor i could do with our limited tools and prowess at Trivial Pursuit would open the fucking door. we called my dad and after probably an hour of gigantic wrenches and drills and other pokey and prod-y things, we triumphed. well, my dad and mark triumphed. i was giving charlotte a tubby. we have to work tomorrow at the gym daycare and charlotte was filthy and i was a bit erm, frustrated by lack of computer access/smelly.
i did upload some photos to flickr and here are a few for you lazy asses who won’t bother to check out the flickrness.

my dad pulling a caper

charlotte “eating”

winter is long here mofos.

i think i am getting my period or ovulating or something. i have some womanly pain. since i have no regular cycle, it is anyone’s guess as to the actions in my uterus. lets just say none lately. *ahem*
it finally snowed here. it has been one dry, warm motherfucking winter. when y’all out east got that storm? i was jealous! imagine! i usually shun the cold and snow, being as i live in the actual tundra not like you wimps who complain when it gets below freezing. i put charlotte on the neighbours swing today. she almost peed herself with joy. we are cooped up inside a lot, which my mom will tell me when charlotte is 16 is why she is only getting an A- in math or some shit. my mother in obsessed with getting kids outside EVERYDAY no matter what the weather conditions.
Here is a teaser, more on flickr.



p.s. i did not resign my page myself. i will give you the scoop on my blog artiste next post.

Here is my catty Oscar monologue. I am calling it a post.
I hate billy bush – it must be a bush thing.
Keira knightly is fucking gorgeous, but too young too be so successful. So say i.
Junebug? Huh? Was a drunk when this movie came out? Never heard of it.
I am totally totally totally opposed to the best song award. I bet I have ranted about this before. They are film awards, not music awards. Dolly is freakin sweet as pie though.
The only movie nominated that I have seen is crash. I am so out of touch, I will only be able to mock clothing. Well, and dumb shit someone will inevitably say.
Wow, Jessica alba looks like a hooker.
What is Lauren Hutton wearing? Looks like a sporin or something. Maybe she is a man and it is covering her wang.
I hate skin colour dresses. Mark says it looks like our cat got at Naomi watts’ dress. Maybe because is looks like SKIN!
I like Paul Giamti, I hate boxing. I hate boxing movies.
What can you really say about men’s tuxes? Move on.
Helena Bonham carter and Tim Burton both look fucking electrocuted. Hire a stylist! Maybe they used the same one as peter Jackson and his wife last year. Get a comb!
Michelle Williams looks fabulous, even though how she went from Dawson’s Creek to Oscar nominee surpassed me. She don’t talk much tho do she?
Mark says movie with monkeys = good.
Keanu Reeves = sack of hammers.
More outfits! Less critics.
Nicole Kidman, what is with the aussi women and the flesh dress? TOO PALE.
George Clooney = hot, handsome, I just, he just, well, is. He wins most doable from the academy of jennui.
Jen (Aniston)! Go kick Jolie’s ass! Lookin’ hot.
Felicity Huffman, looks great. I am so gay for crying for the freakin desperate housewives hello.
I loves David Straithrain, in 8 Men Out, or was it Field of Dreams?
Jake gyllenhall = tasty jailbait.
No one has looked so great pregnant at the Oscars since Cate Blanchett.
Opening sequence with former presenters = funny.
Bjork joke = good
Mark already told me he saw George Clooney win. Hurrah! And yes, very classy speech.
History of violence, another movie I have never heard of.
Mother of fuck I hate it when they have animated “presenters” GAY.
God bless the DVR – we taped this thing so I can skip the speeches and categories I care not for. I’m so no fun.
I mean I am really happy for the people who win for makeup and costumes and such, but I don’t want to see the whole thing.
Morgan freeman, nice ascot.
I am totally calling mark my luminous husband from now on. Just like Rachel Weisz’ luminous acting partner Ralph Feinnes.
Cheek bones so improbable its like they were sprinkled with god dust.
Damn penguin winners making me tear up.
J lo lookin’ good.
Sam Jackson. SNAKES ON PLANES.`
We have the whole thing on the DVR, you know, TAPED and Mark LINGERS on the speech from the president of the academy of arts and sciences. I asked him if he was trying to kill me.
Thank fuck john Williams didn’t win for best score. Isn’t that guy like 129?
Yes Jon and Mark, i agree, ENOUGH WITH THE MONTAGE.
Why wasn’t sound mixing given away at the scientific achievement awards? *yawn*
Meryl Streep finally looks good. Finally.
Jennifer Garner has some breast feeding boobies.
Mark should really stop grunting KOOOOOOOONNNNNNGG so loud, he is gonna wake da’ baby.
Yeah George Clooney!
Booo people who have died. Sad.
What’s with Terence Howard’s brooch?
Mrs. Henderson Presents. Also a movie me no heard of.
Seriously, we don’t need anymore remakes of Pride and Prejudice.
Reese Witherspoon thank your husband. THE CAMERA IS ON HIM.
6 minutes over ALREADY. Should have cut the montages and the freakin’ songs.
Uma Oprah another fucking skin coloured dress!!!
Jack Nicholson needs me to sucker punch him in the face.
The best time to hitch up your strapless dress is when your husband wins best pictures. Don’t worry, no one is watching.
OK, its all over. Crash is the only movie I actually saw. I liked it, but I can’t be a judge based on that.
I am up too late and there is laundry in the dryer AS PER USUAL. so g’night.
xo

charlotte and i have both a head cold sort of achey flu-like thing. i am not in blog-form. *achoo* *snog* *wipe*
but check out some photos. it is the pussy way out of an entry.

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And my net connection here tonight is slow, like American Idol season slow….
remember to keep sending me Canadian blog recommendations of all types. jennifer@jennui.com
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