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Name: Jessica
Gender: Female
Interests: My husband, my Charlieboy, and my Emmy Catt. And dear friends who love a good phone conversation. Also Craigslist, baby clothes, IKEA, and proofreading.
Expertise: Country music of the early to mid '90s.
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Member Since:
10/2/2004
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| Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbyeDear friends, it is time to move. I've had this blog for a good long while, and now I'm switching to WordPress. Please come hang out at my new home: jessreimer.wordpress.com. I hope to see you there!
Oh, and if you have any good tips on saving/preserving/archiving my past three years' worth of xanga posts, I'd love to hear them.
Ciao!
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| I'm ItI've been tagged. Grace got me. And I have to confess, when I think of "tag," I am immediately reminded of that fabulous scene in Dumb & Dumber where Lloyd and Harry are playing their intensely competitive game of tag in the van: "You can't triple stamp a double stamp! You can't triple stamp a double stamp! Lloyd!" To some people, "tag" is an elementary school playground; to me, it's pure cinematic genius.
So maybe that should be Item #1 in my list of 10 things you may not know about me (but probably do):
1. Name any scene from Dumb & Dumber and I could probably quote it, thanks to countless viewings during the summer after seventh grade. And many more since. (Wow, was that really 13 years ago?!)
2. I have never broken a bone and never been stung by a bee. But...
3. I have three huge fears in life: bees, surgery, and serial killers.
4. In kindergarten and first grade, I won blue ribbons for having the neatest handwriting in my class.
5. I have never watched an episode of Sesame Street.
6. Around age 9 or 10, I was crazy about The Babysitter's Club books (and movies and games...). I even wrote a letter to Ann M. Martin for a third-grade project. I wanted to be just like Stacy McGill. One of my proudest accomplishments was the afternoon I sat down with a new book and read it cover to cover over the next two hours.
7. One of my life goals is to be fluent in Spanish. I have a ways to go.
8. In high school my best friend and I agreed on one specific stipulation for our future husbands--they had to be 6'5''. I wanted a tall and skinny guy; Cassie preferred the beefy variety. Soon after I met Jeff, I learned that he is 6'5''. And there was no turning back.
9. In high school I played first violin for the ALPPs quartet, named for our last names: Austin, Luke, Peters, and Peck.
10. Growing up, I never traveled much outside the Midwest, except for one trip to Florida when I was four. Then I visited Mexico twice during high school. At age 19, I got on a plane for the first time ever and flew to Turkey. I have now been to both coasts, five foreign countries, and lived in Canada.
And that's my story.
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| So far, so goodCharlie and I are at the halfway point of our road trip (i.e., staying the night at the most ghetto Days Inn I've ever seen) and overall it's been a really great day. We left our apartment right on time, so the trip has been leisurely with only an occasional "Charlie's getting restless and throwing a fit" moment. We made two stops during today's trek--first for gas and a short playtime at McDonald's, then later for lunch at a roadside Steak n' Shake. We've both eaten our share of junk food, which is key for a successful road trip.
Other than his few short-lived spastic outbursts in the car, Charlie has been awesome. He's been happy and patient and flexible, which is, in all seriousness, an answer to my prayers. Whether checking in at the hotel, killing time in our room, swimming in the pool, dining at Denny's, or getting ready for bed in an unfamiliar place, Charlie has just been going with the flow. And I'm so thankful.
Tonight I'm trying to keep really quiet. So I'll probably start reading soon, then fall asleep shortly thereafter. Tomorrow we hit the road again for a drive that, according to Google Maps, is a good 42 miles shorter than today's journey. Piece of cake!
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| Out with the old, in with the newHere it is, friends--the newest addition to our family:
So far, he/she has been good to us. We love our new car!
Soon it will be time to say farewell to the Contour, the car that my parents gave us as one of the most generous and selfless gifts I've ever received; the car that was "decorated" with Oreo cookies and Mardi Gras beads on our wedding day; the car that cost us a fortune in parking fees during our honeymoon in Chicago; the car that will always come to mind when we recall our days of tooling around Vancouver and driving cross-country with a new baby; and, unfortunately, the car that couldn't pass the emissions test.
This week the Contour will be leaving our family for good. Tomorrow morning, I'll get behind the wheel for one last road trip. Charlie will be in the backseat, pointing at every semi truck and animal we pass for the next 700 miles. We'll hang out in Kansas for a week, then fly back home, leaving the Contour behind.
Sniff.
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| Grease boyTonight I put Charlie to bed, then promptly collapsed on the couch where Jeff was already sprawled, half-alive. Mere minutes later, Charlie began to cry. This isn't typical, but the boy does go through the occasional "phase." I looked at Jeff and we rolled our eyes. I lugged myself across the living room toward Charlie's bedroom as the cries grew more persistent. I soon discovered that my poor child's leg was twisted and stuck between two bars of his crib! Any attempt at moving his leg only led to resistance and more crying. I called Jeff in, and his prescription was immediate: "grab the Crisco." I fled to the kitchen, retrieved the lard, and after a few dabs just above the knee, Charlie was free.
It took a little cuddle time and an extra story, but soon the boy was back in bed, asleep without a peep.
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