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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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There is nothing that I love to splurge on like little girl`s pajamas… they make me feel like the world is the way it should be. I went on a girl`s trip this last weekend and that was one of the things I brought home for Elle. New jammies. She didn`t care, they were more like a […]

April 27, 2009 0
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This is to go along with my last post, were I was feeling uninspired. I am posting a CASSEROLE recipe. Can you believe it? BUT, I bet I have here, just what you need to make for supper tonight. No, it`s not a recipe for Herbes de Provence Vinaigrette or Ricotta Souffles with Blackberry Compote. […]

April 16, 2009 0
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As I look out my window on this dreary, gray, soggy day– I am just DREAMING, dreaming of a day when I can feel creative again. I kind of am in the mood to post– but all I have on file, is more pictures of my girls. Although they are sweet, I realize, they are […]

April 10, 2009 0
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Pretty, Pretty Girls.

Yes, this is the TRUE DEFINITION of the word “pretty” if you were to ask Elle. “Perdy, perdy”, she likes to say, when I comb her hair in the morning. Get out all the hairbows we own, and deck yourself out to the max with frills, bows and lace of every color in the world. […]

March 27, 2009 0
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This post will be a quick slapping up of pictures and a few captions. I have this need to post them, but not a whole lot of time. It is Saturday morning. I so wish “weekend” still meant an automatic sleep in morning. The 2 girls and I are up. Elle is drinking a milk […]

March 6, 2009 0
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We got up this morning I I realized I must be either too thrifty or unconventional because both my babies were wearing CHRISTMAS jammies! What ARE tthe odds I ask you? Hey, no one really ever sees us these days… Elle: “Hey baby, meet the world…” Laila: “Oh, great I`m here already!” Pretty smile. Tangled […]

March 3, 2009 0
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Isaac, mom, Gracie and Julana. We spent hours at this McDonald`s playland one day. It was awesome, cheap and the 3 little kids loved it!! 9 months and feeling puffy… Isaac: “Could I be sweeter, cuter, more loveable? …Yeah, didn`t think so”. Elle: “Well, I`ll BE… there is another kid playing in our play area– of ALL […]

February 19, 2009 0
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I just love thrift stores, Goodwill and the local junk shop. Not only have I found adorable, hardly used clothes for Elle lately… but today I found the most BEAUTIFUL, delicate, white plates. I got 6 plates, 1 crock, a serving bowl, a soup bowl and an oval flat plate. They were all 50 cents […]

February 17, 2009 0
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I have always had this love affair with monster cookies. But oh, so much bad luck. I could just never ever make them so that they weren`t flat, runny or way too oatmealy. Back when I worked at Der Dutch, us waitresses used to go over to to the bakery and eat them right out of […]

February 14, 2009 0
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  A few of you have asked me to show you how to make the blankets that I have made. And by a few of you, I`m talking maybe 3 or 4… But anywho– since I just made one for Elle I kind of used that as an excuse to do a post on it. […]

February 11, 2009 0