P.S. Note the 2YO I nanny for in the lower-left - he was no help at all, adamantly wanting me to buy both.
Red Wire Rim!
Brown/Black Tortoise Plastic!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Personal Shoppers Needed!
I have had the same pair of glasses for 5-6 years now...although they have been good to me, they are falling a part! I recently snagged a 30% off of frames AND lenses but I've got to make my decision this week before it expires! Can you help me? I seriously CANNOT decide between these two pair - which is why YOU are my new personal shopper! Let me know by casting your vote in the sidebar :) Gracias!
P.S. Note the 2YO I nanny for in the lower-left - he was no help at all, adamantly wanting me to buy both.
P.S. Note the 2YO I nanny for in the lower-left - he was no help at all, adamantly wanting me to buy both.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
You know your life is a bit too stressful when...
...you arrive at work WITH YOUR BOOTS ON THE WRONG FEET!
...you can't find the Swedish Fish ANYWHERE - until alas, you pull back the shower curtain.
...you go to pay for something in cash, only to realize you only have HALF of the $5 bill.
...and of course the whopping finale: You know your life is a bit too stressful when: you wake up & your car won't start, so you hitch a ride to nannying from your pajama-clad roommate...which is the reason you must walk in the 3-degree chill pushing a double-wide jogging stroller through a foot of unshoveled sidewalk snow to pick up the 5-year-old from school ~ only to see a large mound of snow up ahead, so you get a RUNNING START to cruise through the extra big snow pile and realize, as you are FLYING AIRBORNE over the handles, that you have hit what is actually a snow-covered-curb-while-RUNNING. The small 2-year-old and the double wide jogger are flipped sideways, you are laying in the rubble praying NO ONE SAW IT HAPPEN, when a VERY good looking young man runs to your side and helps you up and a car screeches to a halt and a college kid runs to the rescue...
I want a vacation. And a new car.
...you can't find the Swedish Fish ANYWHERE - until alas, you pull back the shower curtain.
...you go to pay for something in cash, only to realize you only have HALF of the $5 bill.
...and of course the whopping finale: You know your life is a bit too stressful when: you wake up & your car won't start, so you hitch a ride to nannying from your pajama-clad roommate...which is the reason you must walk in the 3-degree chill pushing a double-wide jogging stroller through a foot of unshoveled sidewalk snow to pick up the 5-year-old from school ~ only to see a large mound of snow up ahead, so you get a RUNNING START to cruise through the extra big snow pile and realize, as you are FLYING AIRBORNE over the handles, that you have hit what is actually a snow-covered-curb-while-RUNNING. The small 2-year-old and the double wide jogger are flipped sideways, you are laying in the rubble praying NO ONE SAW IT HAPPEN, when a VERY good looking young man runs to your side and helps you up and a car screeches to a halt and a college kid runs to the rescue...
I want a vacation. And a new car.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Shocking News...and it's NOT my new nailpolish!
Welcome! How can I help you? Would you like a stress-relieving neck/shoulder massage? How about some tea? Close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax. Kids, lunch is ready! Sure, one more piggy back ride... One soy almond latte with an extra shot of espresso {"Jenni! Sam pooped again!!!"} ...make that two THREE extra shots. Happy Holidays, this is Jennifer, what can I do for you? Yes. Yes! YES! YES!!!!!
Besides working over 60 hours this week & having another minor leg surgery/treatment, EVERY single night after work I had SOMETHING going! I would leave bright and early, then dash to night classes or bible study, or a dinner date, or a class meeting...only stopping for caffeine and gas fill-ups! I don't love being this busy, but I knew the end was {sort-of} in sight. Tonight I went to church after work. It was a great way to end the week...then I practically stripped off my work clothes as I dashed up the stairs to my apartment, smiling in anticipation for what I have been looking forward to ALL WEEK LONG!
For an entire week I have planned to stop at Walgreens on my way home from church to pick up a new nailpolish. Instead of flipping on lights when I got home, I lit candles. On went Bing Crosby, out came the dessert wine and chocolate, and in came the deep breath. Deep breath. I have vacuuming, cooking, Christmas shopping, studying, and bill paying to get done. But tonight, those can wait. Tonight, I've Got Mail. Well, actually my roommate has the mail-key...but I've got twinkly lights and an all-time favorite DVD, You've Got Mail. Don't try to call me. My phone is off. And no mom, I'm not dead.
Also, on a personal note, I found out the WEIRDEST thing this week! I have curly hair. To you, it may not seem weird, but to me, the girl with STICK STRAIGHT hair that grew up not holding a single curl without a bottle of hairspray, found out that somewhere, SOMEHOW, she got curly hair. I'm shocked...and I hope you are too, because it really is shocking. SHOCKING! Alright, now leave me alone - Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan and I are trying to relax here...
Besides working over 60 hours this week & having another minor leg surgery/treatment, EVERY single night after work I had SOMETHING going! I would leave bright and early, then dash to night classes or bible study, or a dinner date, or a class meeting...only stopping for caffeine and gas fill-ups! I don't love being this busy, but I knew the end was {sort-of} in sight. Tonight I went to church after work. It was a great way to end the week...then I practically stripped off my work clothes as I dashed up the stairs to my apartment, smiling in anticipation for what I have been looking forward to ALL WEEK LONG!
For an entire week I have planned to stop at Walgreens on my way home from church to pick up a new nailpolish. Instead of flipping on lights when I got home, I lit candles. On went Bing Crosby, out came the dessert wine and chocolate, and in came the deep breath. Deep breath. I have vacuuming, cooking, Christmas shopping, studying, and bill paying to get done. But tonight, those can wait. Tonight, I've Got Mail. Well, actually my roommate has the mail-key...but I've got twinkly lights and an all-time favorite DVD, You've Got Mail. Don't try to call me. My phone is off. And no mom, I'm not dead.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sale! First Come ~ First Serve!
Posted below are ROUND TWO of my reclaimed-boutique windows! Great gifts for the holidays ~ or one for you! All windows are refurbished old wood window frames, turned memo/chalkboard. I will mark them SOLD as people claim them! Email carlson_jen@juno.com for orders. Shipping can be added to non-chalkboard windows. Happy Shopping!
ALSO ~ check out the side bar for UNWIND WITH JEN...there are NEW fun holiday giveaways, gift certificates, and free hostess facials on spa parties! :)
30"H x 28"W ~ Chalkboard ~ $27
18"H x 24"W ~ 4-Pane Chalkboard ~ $25
20"H x 25.5"W ~ Forrest Green Chalkboard ~ $25
30"H x 19"W ~ 2-Pane Memo Board ~ $17
34"H x 17"W ~ "Rustic Red" 3-Pane Memo Board ~ $22
30"H x 28"W ~ 3-Pane Memo/Chalkboard ~ $35
30"H x 19.5"W ~ Memo Board ~ $15
34"H x 17"W ~ Blue/White 3-Pane Memo/Chalkboard ~ $27
30"H x 28"W ~ 3-Pane Memo/Chalkboard ~ $35
18"H x 24"W ~ 4-Pane Chalkboard ~ $25
30"H x 28"W ~ Memo Board WITH Antique Clothespins ~ $28
30"H x 26"W ~ Memo Board WITH Antique Clothespins ~ $28
Turkey Day 5K...Local Edition!
I had planned on doing the Turkey Day 5K in Minneapolis on Thanksgiving...however, it seemed too tricky to get there, find my walking buddies, register, walk, go home, shower, make food, and drive up to my parents...
Plan B turned out even better! I decided there was no reason I couldn't just rally some friendly faces in my hometown and have our own walk! Eight brave souls attended the Turkey Day 5K...Local Edition and it was SO FUN. We talked, laughed, sniffled, bundled, and of course walked. With about 1/2 mile left, my dad said that next year he was only going to sign up for the Half-K :) I was then informed by my friend that my {completely unplanned 5K route} was actually 3.8 miles instead of 3.2 - oops! Well, either way, it was a great way to start the day! Thanks participants! :) Next year I'm getting t-shirts, so mark your calendars...
Plan B turned out even better! I decided there was no reason I couldn't just rally some friendly faces in my hometown and have our own walk! Eight brave souls attended the Turkey Day 5K...Local Edition and it was SO FUN. We talked, laughed, sniffled, bundled, and of course walked. With about 1/2 mile left, my dad said that next year he was only going to sign up for the Half-K :) I was then informed by my friend that my {completely unplanned 5K route} was actually 3.8 miles instead of 3.2 - oops! Well, either way, it was a great way to start the day! Thanks participants! :) Next year I'm getting t-shirts, so mark your calendars...
TD5K Participants Left to Right: Emily, Jenni, Mark, Greg, Blair, Ann Marie, Julie, Shelly
Friday, November 27, 2009
Welcome to Wal-Mart, This is Jenni!
Tonight I was on a cleaning and organizing spree - and I needed canisters for my baking ingredients...STAT. I buzzed over to Wal-Mart knowing the Black Friday crowds would have died down by late evening and quickly located the canister aisle.
I stood there for a long time weighing my options. I did not want to make a hasty decision and regret my canisters. As I was standing there, a phone started to ring. It was the Wal-Mart phone located on a pole in my aisle. I glanced around a bit irritated as it continued ringing...where were the associates? Where were the blue vests? Where were the yellow smiley face buttons? Nowhere.
The phone continued to ring.
And ring.
And ring.
Finally, after about 947 rings, I walked over and I answered it. Yes, I answered the Wal-Mart phone:
Jenni: "Hello?"
Lady: "Who is this?"
Jenni: "Wal-Mart."
Lady: "Is this the Bedding Department?"
Jenni: "No, this is the canister department."
Lady: "Well, are you close to the Bedding?"
Jenni: "Um, I don't think so."
Lady: "Well could you please transfer me to Bedding?"
Jenni: "I'm really sorry ma'am, but I'm not sure how to do transfers. Would you mind calling back?"
Lady: "Alright."
Click.
A moment later, RIIIING...RIIIIIING....RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! Still no blue vests. Still no associates. Sigh. I reached for the phone again, with the intention of putting the woman on hold to go check on what she needed in the Bedding Department and then I thought, "WHAT am I DOING?!?! I've got canisters to purchase!" So I abandoned her. She may have rang all night long for all I know.
My guilty concience for leaving her behind will always be with me.
I stood there for a long time weighing my options. I did not want to make a hasty decision and regret my canisters. As I was standing there, a phone started to ring. It was the Wal-Mart phone located on a pole in my aisle. I glanced around a bit irritated as it continued ringing...where were the associates? Where were the blue vests? Where were the yellow smiley face buttons? Nowhere.
The phone continued to ring.
And ring.
And ring.
Finally, after about 947 rings, I walked over and I answered it. Yes, I answered the Wal-Mart phone:
Jenni: "Hello?"
Lady: "Who is this?"
Jenni: "Wal-Mart."
Lady: "Is this the Bedding Department?"
Jenni: "No, this is the canister department."
Lady: "Well, are you close to the Bedding?"
Jenni: "Um, I don't think so."
Lady: "Well could you please transfer me to Bedding?"
Jenni: "I'm really sorry ma'am, but I'm not sure how to do transfers. Would you mind calling back?"
Lady: "Alright."
Click.
A moment later, RIIIING...RIIIIIING....RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!! Still no blue vests. Still no associates. Sigh. I reached for the phone again, with the intention of putting the woman on hold to go check on what she needed in the Bedding Department and then I thought, "WHAT am I DOING?!?! I've got canisters to purchase!" So I abandoned her. She may have rang all night long for all I know.
My guilty concience for leaving her behind will always be with me.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sword Fights by Day...Snuggling by Night
As a poor college student {I say that as if I were NOT poor before I went back to school...yah, right} - a girl's gotta make ends meet any way she can. No, this is not a lead-in to another Stripping adventure...yet. Besides working at Aveda, I also work 2 PT nanny jobs: boys by day...a girl by night. Night and Day fit the description of these jobs in more than one way. I am struck by laughter DAILY at how different boys and girls are. If you are a parent, you know this. Who am I kidding? If you are a human being, you know this...
Just this past week, I was trying to rally the boys for some organized play time. Little did I know how fast the Testoterone Levels were about to rise. Jenni {in a sweet, loving voice}: Boys, let's go upstairs to the playroom for some games! 5-Year-Old: C'mon Sam! Let's go run around naked and gross Jenni out!!!! -That is a direct quote, by the way.
Within seconds, circles were being run around me by a buck-naked 5 and 2 year old. It was the first time in weeks that they were actually NOT fighting with each other, so in effort to keep the peace, I allowed the nudity to continue. Suddenly, they are both sitting on the futon in the playroom and I looked at them in disgust and said, Remind me to NEVER touch that futon again! The 5YO replied with a dumbstruck, Why? As if on command, the 2-Year-Old proceeded to rip a HUGE, LONG fart. Uh, yeah. That pretty much just answered that one.
One more direct quote from the 5YO that I tried my best to not bust out laughing at: I am working on homework as they are playing {still naked}. Suddenly it’s quiet and I glance up. They are both reclining on the futon, cross legged, and the 5YO is looking at me with all seriousness and says, Cute, aren’t we?
Wow.
With all that said, I then go to my Night Job - nannying for a little girl. I arrive to a frilly, silk pajama wearing girl with brown curls who runs up to me, squealing and hugging me. She was allowed to watch Princess Aurora that night, and as we snuggled on the couch together, she sighed at the end of the movie and said, "This is the part where they fall in love." I put her to bed in pink sheets, under 2 pink fuzzy blankies, put a Hello Kitty band-aid on her owie and kiss it, read her stories about "Fancy Nancy" and allow her to apply not one, but 6 coats of glittery lipgloss to my lips.
Sword fighting by day...Snuggling by night. These are just 2 reasons why my job{s} make me smile!
Just this past week, I was trying to rally the boys for some organized play time. Little did I know how fast the Testoterone Levels were about to rise. Jenni {in a sweet, loving voice}: Boys, let's go upstairs to the playroom for some games! 5-Year-Old: C'mon Sam! Let's go run around naked and gross Jenni out!!!! -That is a direct quote, by the way.
Within seconds, circles were being run around me by a buck-naked 5 and 2 year old. It was the first time in weeks that they were actually NOT fighting with each other, so in effort to keep the peace, I allowed the nudity to continue. Suddenly, they are both sitting on the futon in the playroom and I looked at them in disgust and said, Remind me to NEVER touch that futon again! The 5YO replied with a dumbstruck, Why? As if on command, the 2-Year-Old proceeded to rip a HUGE, LONG fart. Uh, yeah. That pretty much just answered that one.
One more direct quote from the 5YO that I tried my best to not bust out laughing at: I am working on homework as they are playing {still naked}. Suddenly it’s quiet and I glance up. They are both reclining on the futon, cross legged, and the 5YO is looking at me with all seriousness and says, Cute, aren’t we?
Wow.
With all that said, I then go to my Night Job - nannying for a little girl. I arrive to a frilly, silk pajama wearing girl with brown curls who runs up to me, squealing and hugging me. She was allowed to watch Princess Aurora that night, and as we snuggled on the couch together, she sighed at the end of the movie and said, "This is the part where they fall in love." I put her to bed in pink sheets, under 2 pink fuzzy blankies, put a Hello Kitty band-aid on her owie and kiss it, read her stories about "Fancy Nancy" and allow her to apply not one, but 6 coats of glittery lipgloss to my lips.
Sword fighting by day...Snuggling by night. These are just 2 reasons why my job{s} make me smile!
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