I love Conan, love him. I would marry him if we already weren’t both married, I lived in la and he was partial to fat Canadian chicks. Love the hair. Love the LOST bit.
Also loving Steve carrell, watched 40 year old virgin again this weekend.
ALSO LOVE HUGH LAURIE. Would also marry except for those other reasons.
Conebone69. Excellent.
Opening sequence AAAAAAA+++++++++++++ would watch again.
Alec Baldwin has a tv show? Ahhhh the hairy Baldwin.
Those pussies on the Sopranos stopping this year. I will miss them so.
Would totally make out with Al Gore in a prius.
Musical number surprisingly funny.
Shrieked like a schoolgirl when Ellen pompeo and Patrick Dempsey came out. I am supremely gay.
Never seen weeds, not sure if when or where it is on tv here in the arctic.
Julia louis Dreyfus’ show wasn’t cancelled? Wow.
I love bill shatner. Oooooh Alan Alda won, also fabulous.
Charlie sheen you skanky sleazeball starring in a crappy shitass show. Martin outclasses his son so much I don’t know how he doesn’t melt .
Blythe Danner? Really? Are people watching Huff? Apparently not, it was cancelled.
Jaime pressley will also look skanky whore to me. Jason lee is sexy, but looks too much like Mr. Dooce and it makes me feel dirty.
Jeremy piven is a poor man’s George clooney, I would totally do him. Wait. He is wearing an ascot. I might skip that. (Kidding mark! Ha!)
Miniseries or movie of the week = most boring category EVAH.
Thank god for the pvr so I don’t have to watch Barry manilow.
Amused at bob newhart bit.
How do you pick for variety or comedy series? Seriously? Jon Stewart! Yay! Colbert can win next year.
How is Jennifer love hewitt still in show business, apart from her tits I mean?
What the fuck is “extras”???? And why don’t we get it??
But I fucking love cloris leachman. I will miss her on Malcolm in the middle.
Hey, bitches in the front row. APPLAUD MOTHERFUCKERS.
Arrested development. Pardon me while I sob.
Ooooh “extras”, that new ricky Gervais show.
Best writing award guy, nice job, best speech ever.
Thank you again PVR for letting us skip the dick clark thing.
Accountant bit actually funny. How did they take so long to make that amusing?
Evangeline Lilly, you can afford a hair stylist.
I will also miss the west wing.
Am I missing something not watching 24? It looks all tense and irritating. I might need a xanax to watch it.
Tim van patten = dick van patten from 8 is enough’s son?
Miniseries and movie zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
deal or no deal bit = gay
I just can’t get enough Colbert or Stewart. Tee hee bears.
Helen mirren looks fab for an old broad. And oooo more Hugh Laurie.
I am not down with pope movies. Just so as you know.
I would love to be in the middle of a mathew perry and Bradley whitford sandwich. Call me crazy.
Mmmm candace bergin. Outfit is questionable.
It is like a ad for a plastic surgery company, or, no, the original charlie’s angels. zzzzzzzzzzzz catfight please.
Good evening godless sodomites, and a good evening to you!
Wolverine I could have lost to, he has CLAWS for hands!
When did felicity get so hot??
Helen mirren is now my favourite actress for saying “almost fall ass over tit”.
Oh tyra. Seriously, get over yourself.
Julia louis Dreyfus? Really? Honestly, I thought it was cancelled.
Ok, its alright that kiefer one, but has martin won one?
I am putting my black arm band on for arrested development. If 2 ½ men wins I will DIE. Yay! The office.
Motherfucking 24 is the ONLY show I don’t watch.
i love tv. shame me or love me.

writing has been light since blogher. and not just for those who attended. many have posted about a new self consciousness, or a weirdness, or a distinct level or meanness around these here blog parts. in case i have misled you, dear readers, i am a sensitive motherfucker. i hurt for those who are having cruelty thrown their way and i hurt if the slightest is tossed at me. yes, i still blog, and have managed to get over the occasional nasty comment or email, but it fucking hurts. pardon me for stating the obvious, but there are PEOPLE writing these blogs. we put on our underwear (if we wear any) one leg at a time just like everyone else. everybody poops, everybody bleeds, everybody occasionally cries into their pillow at night or into their hands in the bathroom at work. i fiercely defend those attacked, i am a loyal person and people are my friends whom I care about. people i have met online are just as much my friends as friends i met in any other way.
that said.
i feel very self censored now. like someone will attack me for being not insane enough to discuss my mental health issues. you think you have it bad, etc. i am also a bit hesitant to toss up pictures of my kid and tell you she does hilarious shit like making the fisher price baby ride the horse from the castle. i wish my nikon was back from the shop. then i am a stupid mommyblogger yakking away about little johnny’s bowel movements and beast feeding and the size of my ass. for the record, you go on and WRITE ABOUT DIAPERS AND BOOBS AND YOUR ASS! i like it.
i started this blog 4 years ago this monday, and my 9th (FUCK!) wedding anniversary is on wednesday. i was so naive and cute back then! i wrote for fun and to connect with some other bloggers i have fallen in smit with, like mrs. kennedy, sarah brown, caitlin, rob, this chick. the list grew and grew and having a blog helped me be part of a community that has enriched my life like NOTHING ever has. ever. in those days i could write about my shoes, my garden, my cat, my anxiety and i felt no or very little fear of being mocked or derided. i wish it was still the same. but i am not giving up. i am going to rally the troupes (at least in my head) and keep on keeping on. i like having a blog. since blogher i have met even MORE people with fabulous blogs and journals. i LIKE personal journals, about people’s kids, what they cook, how they spend their weekends, what they think, when they have sex (hint hint, more of that please), their pets, their pet peeves. i LIKE the intimacy and community is has created. for thank, i thank you all. oh! and i love photos of what is in people’s purses or bags. more of that!
thank you again, from the bottom of my leaky heart,
jennifer

cat scan – july 2000

sorry, too much family guy. it fills the summer tv void for me. i honestly and perhaps not even embarassingly admit that i miss regular season television. i don’t watch soaps or talk shows or anything, but i like my primetime television shows.
i am all scattered and can’t sleep (i know, what’s new?) so some random shit.
i didn’t talk about our vegas trip much. it was awesome. i wish it wouldn’t have been so hot. unless you were submerged in the pool there was no point, so we didn’t bother. vegas is really really expensive, even for teeny snacks. i need the snack so i don’t go into a diabetic coma. bottle of water, scone, fruit cup = 17 bucks at a mall kiosk. i got some decent shopping done with mark’s bosses wife and had some great meals. we didn’t walk outside almost at all, and when we did i was all “OMG it is so hot OMG it is so hot OMG OMG OMG”. we bought a neat piece of art at a gallery for above the chesterfield in the living room. i will of course photo is when the camera is back from the repair shop. i busted the flash on the nikon at blogher. ARGH! i took it out of its protective bag and kept it in my purse because i was trying to look cool. not. i also forgot to forget my facial in vegas. i am sure that will garner me some good porn hits after the dildos in the previous post. anyhoo. never had a facial before and now i want to have one everyday. i love this women who did my facial at the bellagio. i have never felt more pampered, not after a massage, not after a pedicure. she was great. i even thought my skin looked better afterwards. the steam, the masks, the goo, the squeezing, it was all great. how come no one told me how fabulous facials are??? i will also say that we had a $500 bottle of wine (that we did not pay for) and it tasted of ass. weird, i thought, knowing very little about wine.
i have a blogher post in me as well, but that will have to come at a less ungodly hour. i had a nap today because my tummy hurt. IBS sucks. so i got nothing done around the house and then went to my brother’s for my niece’s 6th birthday. it was mostly nice. but there were a few too many reminders of what an asshole my brother can be. he was abusive to me as a kid, well, until i was about 16 really. physical and verbal abuse. i used to be afraid for whomever would marry him. i don’t worry about that now, now he is just a jerk at times. there are some complicated marital issues that bring out the asshole, and just some general anger issues that bring out the dick. he was telling us a couple of incidents where he was unnecessarily rude to a bank teller and a waitress. i wanted to smack him, take my nieces with me, and educate them in how to be polite and kind just in case they missed that. i just left feeling kind of sad. i think i have just read or listened to or witnessed so much meanness and cruelty this month. whether it is a nasty blog comment or a terror attempt. i think i am just so polly-anna-eyed sometimes. i don’t understand the hate. but i love my rose coloured glasses and for the most part, they serve me well.

I am putting up this very flattering photo of Leah and an icky one of me at blogher, because i am THAT NICE.

kick in the pants

some things, unrelated to one another.
homeland insecurity kept my luggage when i left san franscisco after blogher. perhaps they thought i was the notorious dirty panty terrorist. there was nothing in there of suspect. the bag was heavy due to some wine and just the sheer size of the suitcase and all the shoes and crap i brought with me. empty, the bag weighs a lot. i want to get a new light weight one. i will need it since i can’t pack anything in carry on anymore. i got back on sunday night and didn’t get my bag delivered until tuesday just before dinner, THAT was delta’s fault. when i opened the bag it looked like nothing was moved. everything was as haphazardly packed as i remembered. dirty everything just crammed in early in the morning i departed and the wine carefully wrapped AND my laptop! i will never do that again. i just didn’t want to have it in my carry on because i knew we would be frolicking part of the day away with the sweet junipers, LOD, Melissa and Citymama (who made us an AMAZING brunch). i drop names because i love.*
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a couple of days ago charlotte was jumping on our bed (which isn’t very good for jumping, the spare room is better, FYI). she managed to open my bedside table drawer (do you see where this is going yet?). she hadn’t been able to open it until recently because it is big and heavy and wood and well, difficult for a toddler to open. but she opened it. first she took out all my (CHILD SAFETY LOCKED) pill bottles one at a time. “mood stabilizer” i offered mark, “anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, sleeping pill, blood pressure lowerer, heart rate lowerer {from anxiety}, insulin sensitizer?” i proffered generously? ha ha ha we laughed. as if mark or charlotte would need any of those silly medicines. she kept digging in my BEDSIDE table drawer (getting warmer?), and found a marital aid, put it near her mouth, mimicked eating it and pronounced “CARROT!!” in full toddler volume. i grabbed it and put it under my pillow. while i am all for sex ed, i think that the large fake rubber penis lesson is not due yet. egads.
*one of the reasons i haven’t written a blogher post is all the hate and cruelmeanness some have been spouting. i have been hesitant to write about who i met and link them. but you know what? this is my blog, i met some awesome people and reconnected with some other great women i met last year, if you don’t like the blogher posts? fuck off.
*ahem*

the offender with her father.
p.s. i have a stylehive badge now because i am sooo cool. there is so much awesome stuff online. i should be stopped. something that feels so good can’t be bad right?

well, it is a start.

pardons. i am officially in a bit of a funk. turns out medication can’t make it ALL go away. i just wanted to let you know i am thinking of you. composing, editing, recomposing, deleting. the (wo)man is getting me down. i will find a way to talk about it soon, i promise.