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I have always loved to write. I didn`t realize this until about 3 years ago. When I was in the second grade, I won some sort of writing contest. There are no more details on the contest part, because my brain just goes fuzzy every time I try to stretch my brain for more of a memory of it. I know there was some sort of prize, I`m thinking it was a $2 bill and I think a boy took it from me. But what I really remember was that the line that won me a spot in "Descriptive Writing" was this, "They were so hungry, their stomachs stuck to the backbones". Not bad for a second grader. I can still hear my teacher saying, "That takes quite an imagination!" with a kinda, surprised look on her face. I remember feeling good. I remember my mom reading Emily`s Runaway Imagination to me a couple different times . (It`s a chapter book.) I think it might be by Carolyn Haywood? I can be corrected on this. Or I could be less lazy and look it up on Amazon. I can still HEAR her saying, "You`re just like Emily, Jenny. Oh, your wild imagination". It`s funny how the little things you hear older people say about you when you are yet un-molded, are the things that later define you. Or the things you don`t fear being good at. I have wavered in about every other thing, sometime in life. But one thing I have never felt incompitent in, was my "wild imagination". Often, I have wished for more, something better. But, I`m finding it`s a glorious thing. Writing, with a crazy mind can literally take you anywhere. When I around 12, I didn`t really have a lot of friends, and since I was homeschooled, I had a lot of time. I started filling tablets and tablets with my stories. They were my friends and my getaway. I was always the heroine in my stories. I wasn`t really self absorbed, I was just the only person I really knew at that point. My name was always "Karina" because I thought it was the most beautiful name in the whole world. And and my best friend was always a boy named "Gilbert". Was someone heavily fascinated with the hero in the popular "Anne of Green Gables" series? Yes, she was. My stories were very superficial and always included boring dialogue about what I wore, down to details like "purple and pink slouch socks, brown high top shoes, and a aqua dress with a scrunched collar". I dressed lovely Karina so odd. They also included a lot of meaningless details about Gilbert and I, and all the things we did together. Pretty sure we were secretly in love. I`m sticking my pencil down my throat right now. Pre-teen memories are the WORST. But anyways. I remember that whenever I slipped into my world of tablet paper, pens and the door to my room closed-- I was blissfully happy. Awwww, let`s hear an awww for painful little Jeanette. In the years after that, I managed to become friends with some of the best people in the whole world. I loved my life and had more fun than a person should have. I can`t say it enough- I feel like God blessed me in a powerful way-- with meeting and loving so many sweet, hilarious, honest people over the years. What I ever did to deserve this, I still have no idea. Sometimes God gives us more than we deserve. I got really busy. I did stuff. I met and married G! Who is just the perfect man for me- there is no other way to say it. My arms are red from all the times I have pinched myself, trying to figure out if this wise, funny man is really the person I get to live with, and every-now-and-then-fight-with. Yes, we are fighters. In a talking passionately, hand waving, I still love you when we don`t agree way. In a good way. And yes, that`s a real thing. Fighting in a good way. I didn`t write for YEARS. I didn`t even know I LIKED to write. Soon after I was married, I was spending a weekend with some really special girlfriends, that I got together with periodically- we were having a Super Time. Since we were from all kinds of states, we decided to try this thing they were calling Xanga. A blog ring. What a great way to stay in touch. Since G was always called Bailey in highschool (what a cool guy), and we didn`t have any children I thought, Well, it`s just us and it`ll be mostly me- so how about Baileyandme? I started writing out my boring thoughts and it became therapy. I fell in love for the second time. To be clear. With writing. Last night I watched Julie and Julia with my sissies. I connected with the movie on so many levels, but the thing that stuck out to me was how Julie tells her husband, (I have to paraphrase, since I was not able to find the exact quote anywhere on the web.) "You can like to write all you want (or be a writer) , but you can`t be an author unless someone publishes you". So I`m a writer, not an author. But this thing called blogging means that I can write for conversation with other people, even though no one would ever publish me. That means a lot to me. When I was aching with the pain of losing two babies after blissfully being pregnant, I took to writing. When I worked 6 days a weekwaitressing , to help put my husband through college, I kept writing. When I went to a church where I was lost in a sea of people, I kept writing. To you. And you kept listening. I have no idea why. Looking back- through all the painful and the beautiful years of my life, a finger peck here, and a computer monitor there- kept me in touch, moreworldy wise and impossible to be lonely. Thank YOU. So to bring you to present. I somehow was given two beautiful little girls, Elin, 2 and Laila,1 (thank you, Jesus). Soon after the time we were "receiving" the second one, we were getting geared up to but a 110 year old home in town. This was FAR from anything we had ever done before. That era of my life will forever be remembered as The Most Burnt Out I Have Ever Been. There are no words. The house was filthy when we became owners. I remember the first couple of times we came over to work on it, I couldn`t bring the girls because I didn`t want them touching the floors. Junk everywhere. My husband was crazy busy with his work life and this house that I was so crazy about, became a life sucker for me. I felt like a negligent mom. They were shipped to pry 10 different sitters over the course of that time. I had tears in my eyes when I fell into bed every night- I was bone weary 100% of the time. I was lonely. I was utterly overwhelmed and had no choice but to plod on. My hands were raw from scrubbing. Painful memories. I didn`t write or blog for not quite a year. So many of you were SO KIND, and I got a lot of emails asking me if I was okay. I was fine, but had completely checked out socially. Things got better. I slowly started catching up. Winter was coming on, and those shut in times gave me lots of hours to be a better mom and to paint and work. Do you know where I am now? Resting. I stay home a lot, I love being with my girls again, I love to nest here. We are enjoying our new old house. It feels so good to live life SLOW. I don`t see my friends as much as I used to. I will again. Right now my brain is catching up. And wasting time, doing meaningless,theraputical things like fixing up junk. I felt ready. My husband was eager. He set up Baileyandme2 for me. I am loving it. Blogging can be difficult, in that there is always the fear of being misunderstood, of seeming self absorbed. It happens easily, because I write about what I see, and what I like, and what I do. Some days I feel very I-sh. I hate that. Some nights I go to bed hoping I didn`t offend anyone. That they knew I being sarcastic. I have learned I have to pretend everyone and no one is reading. Then I won`t be too scared to share. Why did I write all this? Because if you come here and take the time to read what I had on my heart that day, or what I wasted my day doing-- you`ll feel like you know a little more of me. I`ll have peace that you might understand me better. And you`ll know with out a doubt that I am low key, below average, person with highs and lows... and I`ll share them with you here. And in the future... ...wherever God chooses to take me/us. Thanks and love, Jenny
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Puttering Week.

What is puttering? I like to think of it as joyfully playing house. You know, taking time to plop down with the girls for no real reason during the day. Going from room to room, to act out on all those ideas that have been festering in your head the whole long week before. This […]

August 17, 2011 10
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Repurposed Drink Table.

AFTER. ~~~~~ The other night, I was paging through the latest Country Living… And came across this picture (above). I was so inspired, I got up from the couch, ran upstairs, grabbed a few things, came back downstairs, put it all together, and started drilling. 🙂 I`ll show you what came out of it and […]

August 8, 2011 11
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The Par-tay.

I`m not going to promise anything too thrilling here today. I have this thing lately where I feel a little lost when it comes to blogging. Why do I do it? I don`t even know. Do I feel the need to post an online diary? Nope. Do I like attention. Not really. Is it to […]

August 4, 2011 13
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Elle is 4!

Elin (Elle) Julia Born July 16, 2007 I`m not even sure what to write. This picture brings back memories of how I felt when I first met Elle. They are so intense and happy– it`s like I can`t even contain the memory. We waited so long for her. It might not be correct to say […]

July 16, 2011 9
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White Dresser B & A.

Before: My $10 dresser I bought from a man about to unload it at Save n Serve. (Was that bad?) After. I have never had a redo take so long to completion. I redid her so many times. Tromped to hardware so many times. The 70s drawers pulls. Lets just say that prying off those […]

July 15, 2011 4
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Rainbow Cake.

It seems there is just so so much going on around here right now that I could post on… I REALLY shouldn`t be posting either… I guess tonight we`ll call it: my guilty pleasure. Here is a little something fun and COLORFUL  that we made over here this week! I love the blog: A Little […]

July 15, 2011 9
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I lovey you, my Girly-whirls.

“Thumbs up for carrots dipped in ranch dressing!” ~~~ We took a little break from things looking like this… To get cleaned up and take a few pictures. ~~~ Yeah, that`s right, put yer foot in it. That`s my girl. Make yer momma proud! ~~~ “Mom!, I`m hooome… “ ~~~ I love you..  and I […]

July 12, 2011 2
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Guest room.

I`m painting and re-doing my guest room right now. With this photo as my single most source of inspiration. I love the clean, calm, minimal, fresh, mixed elements look it has to it. I definitely want to use the string lights, a scarf/dress form, the heavy worn clock, and some dark wood mixed in. Any […]

July 6, 2011 0
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July|4|11 in Photos and Stories.

{Long post…. } ~~~ We had a really socially full, really fun, July 4 weekend. Friday night the youth met on our town`s square, where festivities were going on. We watched a Thunder Idol, where contestants sang for a table of judges in a well, American Idol style. It was super entertaining… The winner– excellent […]

July 6, 2011 11
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Camera fun.

~~~ ~~~ I took a bunch of pictures of the girls outside yesterday… Was kinda fun to play with the “rejects”, and pretend I have nothing better to do today. . Now on to more constructive things for this morning– painting my spare bedroom. Wish me luck– I`m diving in. Jenny

July 5, 2011 3
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