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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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Gracious Hostess.

Happy Friday! All the complaining we do on Monday, well… not today! Cuz it`s actually Friday… I mentioned sewing skirts in the last post or so. Here are 3 pictures of a few completed. Easy. A 6th grader could make them. ~~~ The smallest details are the essence of treasured sewing. ~~~ Sunday outfit. ~~~ […]

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Stochastic Images.

Stochastic. It means random. I can`t shake my head at your ignorance because I know the word either, until 2 minutes ago. We`ll call it our: Word of the day. The following is a dumping off of pictures from my camera I just unloaded. A few weeks back, G and I headed out on a […]

March 8, 2011 14
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Humor Wins.

Thinking about something interesting… {Image from Improve my marriage.com} Last night I was up late, reading the Reader`s Digest, (which has been my favorite mag since I was 12 or so), and there was an article in there, about a secret the happiest and longest married couples share: What is it? They know how to […]

March 6, 2011 22
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Full heart, sleeping kids…

[posting laaate at night, hence the title.] hi… tonight is the end of a weekend that was full to the brim. two good couple-friends of ours, had a heart and passion to start a 2-day missions conference at a local church. so… that`s where we spent this last weekend. **special thanks to mom and joy, […]

February 28, 2011 3
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HB, Laila Jeanette!

{Little kid dress up party at my sister`s…} My precious little baby is 2 years old today…

February 24, 2011 4
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Why i can`t blog today…

Does your laundry ever make you want to weep? It might be my favorite household chore, but wow, when I get behind, it just kind of breeds on me. This is one, of FOUR total baskets I had to carry up two flights of stairs. It is clean and ready to fold. When I carried […]

February 19, 2011 20
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Valentine`s Day remarks.

There have been years, in the past, where I was a bit passive to Valentine`s day. I wasn`t really soaking it up, I was liking it ok, but mostly going through the motions. This year I was just overwhelmed with my love for my family– especially the daddy-man (sometimes we girls call him that) part […]

February 17, 2011 10
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The anatomy of a photo shoot.

^We are ready to hit the town, and I thought, they look so darling, so I went for my camera. They aren`t in their pajamas… their hair is rat free… they don`t have crusties around their mouths and noses right now… no sagging diaper…they look so happy and loved… So I run for Camera. Above […]

February 8, 2011 6
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Funny Elle.

Yesterday we went to a church friend`s house for lunch. Before we ate, the children were playing 2 floors up, in a playroom. Elle came over to me, and pulled me with her hand. She looked up at me and said pleadingly, “Mom, can you please take me up to the children? And when we […]

February 7, 2011 16
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Inspiring photographs… men and clothes.

My husband says it`s a bit  annoying when I link to other sites and blather on about how much I LOVE everything. (I am flattered that he reads my stuff and offers both praise and insight–*cough!*) 🙂 Point taken. The reason why I love my blog though is because I can scrap anything I’ve felt […]

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