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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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She`s Here!

Yes, I mean the table. G`s parents have given each of the children a sentimental piece of furniture over the last few years. A long time ago, we said we wanted the heavy old table, but I often forgot about it because I always thought there would never be a time when it would get […]

July 19, 2010 8
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Elle and the big 3.

happy birthday, dear elle. oh elle, you are so funny and so sweet. so naughty and so silly. i`m proud to be your mommy. MMMMm, i just love you so much!! oh dear, what is wrong with me? can anyone find my typo?

July 14, 2010 8
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23 hearts of gold.

wow. why is it just when you really do not have time to do something… is when you want to do it the most? we are leaving tom (thurs) for the weekend and i don`t have groceries bought or the food packed, or the bedding or the clothes packed. in fact the clothes aren`t even […]

July 14, 2010 22
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home.

  I don`t live here anymore… You can find me here… Blessings Friend, Jenny

July 13, 2010 0
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Girlie Snaps, Pt. 2

I just love girlie stuff and (mmm) I love all the fun stuff that goes with them. Like fun shoes, kitties and colorful skirts. I mean kitties on shirts. I hate cats and kitties, literally. What “mommy” says that?! Ring around the rosy. Laila cannot talk except to say- “ma”, “me”, and “my”. Yes, those […]

July 11, 2010 9
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Stay Tuned.

COMING SOON- I am Just Thrilled to be giving away 2 copies of this popular book, sponsored and written by the lovely, Michelle and Christy. (photo by Michelle) Stay tuned! As soon as I get can get a minute to breath around here, I will get the giveaway up and running… (ex-ci-ted!)

July 10, 2010 3
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Baby Shower Fun.

First of all– thanks so much to those of you who took the time to share your story/advice/encouragement about what I posted here— whether in person, on Facebook, or on here. You all made me feel so loved, and SO NORMAL. Thank you, thank you, thank you, I read each message with reverence. Thanks so […]

July 7, 2010 9
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Snaps.

i took a million pictures the other night. And since this blog is my “doodle pad”- i`ll probably dump them all on here… here`s a sneak peek… nothing like a soft, chubby hand, and the legs of a 1 year old. when elle was born, the first thing we noticed was her gigantic mouth. she`s […]

July 2, 2010 3
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The Gift of Children.

do you ever feel like you`d step in front of a bus for your children. but you`d also give them away for a nickel? sometimes? i feel really bad saying that because i love them with all of my being. i cannot ever imagine my mom, or mother in law, saying or thinking such a […]

July 1, 2010 21
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Today.

mercy. truth. gratefulness. courage. curiosity. humility. radiance. peace. life. in spite of imperfection. today was a good day. i feel blessed.

June 30, 2010 8