Monday, March 31, 2008

The Many Sides of Jennilu's Do

Well friends, here I sit on the eve of my 40th birthday pondering what type of post would be appropriate for my little blog. I finally decided it would be fun to copy Rimarama and her Coiff-o-Rama post and provide you with a retrospective of the Jennilu Do's over the years.

Try not to laugh too hard and just remember - I was a child of the 70's and 80's. Just sit back and have a little chuckle at my expense (everyone else is).

This is the known as the "Cupie Do". I am about 4 weeks old and this is the FIRST picture that was taken of me. Mom said I was such an ugly baby that she wouldn't take my picture when I came home from the hospital. She has been known to compare me to a plucked bird. I just said I was the ugly duckling that was going to grow into a beautiful Swan(n).

Here we have the "Tupperware Do". I'm not quite sure where Mom found the bowl she used to create this lovely style, but she surely passed it on to her family and friends. I have seen many a hillbilly girl with the same exact cut. Bless their heart ;)

And here we have the lovely 70's "Shag". I guess Mom had watched a little too much Brady Bunch and was trying to recreate Mrs. Brady's haircut. She was a little closer to the desired result on ThiThi. Weren't we cute with our matching cuts? Come to think of it, Mom had her hair styled the same way. It really was a trend!

This is probably the most normal haircut I had as a young child. Nothing fancy - nothing special. Why couldn't Mom have stuck with this all the time??????????

Here we have my attempt at the "Dorothy Hamill" cut. Too bad I ended up with those sausage looking things on either side of my head. Oh, and check out my stick pin. I was stylin!!

Another "Shag". Man weren't the 70's the BEST!!!!!!!! I believe I was dreaming of Shawn Cassidy when this was taken.

AH - love those "Feathers". Unfortunately, thin/fine hair doesn't like to feather. DRATS! And yes, I am wearing an Add-a-Bead necklace. 80's all the way, baby!

Now, if this isn't classy, I don't know what is. The totally overdone "Prom Do". I am amazed my date didn't have a matching cummerbund and bow tie. I was really slipping.

Check out the vertical hold on those bangs. There was some serious teasing and spraying taking place to get those things up that high. But let's not talk about my hair for a second. Let's look as ThiThi's - WTF? I'm totally lovin your bi-level do!!!!!!!!

Can you say, "too much bleach and too much perm?" What was I thinking????? Mary, if you were a real friend, you would have done a "Bob" intervention.

Step away from the bleach and the teasing comb. I'm surprised my "Bob" didn't put an eye out. And, yes, I know that Bub's bow tie doesn't match my outfit. He was in a wedding and I was just attending. So, all you haters out there can stop hating :)

My "Bob" was about as tired as I was. Kaylea was two weeks old.

ThiThi always referred to this as my "helmet hair". Whenever I wanted to change teams, I would just change the color of my helmet.

And now, I am sporting the "Beckham Bob". Who knows how long this will last. But as you can see, another "Bob" will surely be in my future. I am kinda stuck on him - I mean it.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Yes, I'm Still Alive

No, the flu didn't kill me, though I thought it was going to for awhile. Things have just been a little crazy around Casa Jennilu. There was the whole volunteering at Kaylea's school thing AND the whole getting ready for Easter thing AND then the whole getting the house ready for Easter company thing AND then the whole getting ready for our spring break trip thing AND so on....... I know, you get the message.

Anywho, ThiThi, Kaylea and I are in Macon at Mom's and Jim Bob's enjoying the semi-warm weather and our little break. There has been lots of shopping and I am happy to say that Kaylea will not have run the streets nakey this spring/summer. She once again has clothes THAT FIT! Boocoodles of thanks from Kaylea (and Bub and me) to Memommy and Auntie M for the wardrobe intervention! Kaylea likes to complain about the "shopping, shopping, shopping" but secretly she loves it!

Today, we are off to get our haircuts. My Beckham Bob is starting to look a little shabby and it needs a trim. After getting beautified who knows where we will end up, but I am quite certain it will involve some food and some more shopping. Yes, we are so predictable, but we don't care; we're just having fun Franklin girl style.

I hope everyone it enjoying their spring. I promise to write more regularly.

Monday, March 10, 2008

The Test Came Back Positive

...and no it wasn't a pregnancy test. Bub, who is feeling much better, drug my sorry butt to the Doctor this morning and they gave me a flu test. Well, SURPRISE SURPRISE! It came back positive for "Strand B." And to quote my doctor, "There are two strands, A & B, with B being the worst. Naturally, you have strand B." Ya know, this is just my luck. I can't even catch a break and get the lesser of the two flu bugs.

Hopefully, the Tamiflu with kick in soon. I can't take another night like last night. No sleep! High Fever! The sweats! The chills! Aches and aches and aches!

Bah humbug to the flu!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, March 9, 2008

If You See Us Coming, RUN!

Just call us Mr. and Mrs. Sickly McSickle. On Thursday night, we ate dinner at ThiThi's and when we got home Bub was chilling and running a fever. Through the night his fever continued to climb and got up to 103. He actually argued with me about going to work on Friday, but finally conceded to staying home after he took his shower and realized that his head might actually explode if he didn't lay back down. Bub is one that never complains or misses work, so when he agreed to call in , I knew he was REALLY sick! In his typical gentlemanly style, he kept a good distance between himself and me and Kaylea so as not to pass his crud on to us.

I'm not too sure that his plan was successful, though, because Friday when I woke up I felt like crap. I wasn't running a fever, but I was chilling and totally exhausted. I slept from 10:00 pm Thursday night until about 10:00 am Saturday morning. All the while, I was chilling and just feeling terrible. Bub's fever broke during the night Friday and he was feeling a little better by Saturday afternoon. I, on the other hand, started feeling really nauseous and got sick to my stomach. We managed to go to the Ron White (i.e. Tater Salad) show last night, against my better judgement. The tickets were a Christmas gift to Bub from ThiThi and Mr. Bob and we had been planning on making a big "date night." Kaylea spent the night with her Auntie M and Uncle Bob, so we had the whole night to ourselves. Whoo Hoo!!!!

The show was really good. Ron White was a hoot; I laughed so hard at the show that I managed to upset my stomach even more. By the time we left, I felt like I was going to puke. (Boy, that's an endorsement for Mr. White's show if I've ever seen one). After making a pit stop at ThiThi's for a bathroom break, Bub and I made it home by about 10:00 pm. Yes, our "date night" was over by 10:00 pm; we are just too exciting.

When we got home I drank some Diet Coke and managed to get my stomach settled and then we each made our respective nests, one on the love seat and one on the couch, and off to sleep we went. Well, Bub did, at least. I couldn't sleep because I started sneezing which in return made my head start pounding.

As of this morning Bub is feeling great and I feel like doo-doo. My head is stopped up tighter than a drum; my nose is running; and I can't stop sneezing. Oh, and I still feel nauseous. So pardon me for signing off, but my Zicam, Mucinex and Motrin await. After all, I have to get to feeling better because I am scheduled to sub tomorrow. (The first day in a month, wouldn't you know it!)

Oh, by the way, so far (KNOCK ON WOOD), Kaylea is still healthy. Let's all say a little prayer that she stays that way!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Another Quick and Easy Recipe

As I was trying to figure out what to fix for dinner tonight, I remembered a recipe that I use to make a long time ago. I saw it years ago on the back of a Bisquick box. Here it is, I hope you enjoy it!

Impossible Cheeseburger Pie

1lb Lean Ground Beef
1 1/2 c. Onion, chopped
1/2 tsp Salt
1/4 tsp Pepper
1 c. Cheese, shredded
1 1/2 c. Milk
3/4 c. Bisquick
3 Eggs

Brown the ground beef in skillet and then drain, well. Put onions in skillet and saute until soft. In a blender or food processor blend together the salt, pepper, milk, Bisquick and eggs. Sprinkle the beef and onions into a 9 x 11 casserole that has been sprayed with Pam. Top beef with shredded cheese. Pour Bisquick mixture over top of cheese. Bake at 400 degrees for 40 - 45 minutes or until a knife inserted comes out clean.

Serve with a green vegetable and salad. Pronto, your dinner is done! Now, wasn't that easy?

Lite version: Use low fat cheese, skim milk and Reduced Fat Bisquick (I'm sure you could even substitute Egg Beaters for the eggs)
Others: I have made this for breakfast substituting with bacon and cheddar or ham and Swiss. Basically, use your imagination. You can substitute any kind of meat and cheese for hundreds of possibilities.

Let me know if you like it.........

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I'm Washing and Drying and Folding, OH MY!!!!

I HATE LAUNDRY!!! I HATE LAUNDRY!!! I HATE LAUNDRY!!! Oh and have I ever mentioned that I HATE LAUNDRY!!!

As I am working on getting my ELEVEN, yes that's 1-1, as in the number after 10 and before 12, loads of laundry done I can feel my blood beginning to boil. And no, I haven't put it off too long, this is my weekly chore. I keep asking myself, "Why do I hate this chore so much?" There are just soooooo many reasons, running through my head right now, let me share a few:

1. This is a chore that is never complete. When I finish load eleven, there will still be dirty clothes to wash, because I don't strip down the family and make everyone run around naked while I'm doing laundry.

2. My loving daughter doesn't know how to take socks off without turning them inside out. This results in me either having to turn them as I sort them, or if I miss one, it gets washed that way and doesn't get very clean. Thus I have to wash it again which adds to the whole thought, "the chore is never complete."

3. Since we're talking about socks, why do I always have mismatches????? Where do they go?

4. Neither my hubby nor my daughter put their dirty clothes in the hamper. This turns laundry day into a sort of scavenger hunt. I - DON'T - LIKE - SCAVENGER - HUNTS!!!!!

5. When I sort the laundry, I typically find all of Kaylea's jeans with one leg inside out and a pair of panties still attached. I'm quite sure the stores don't sell little girls jeans with built-in underwear, so it has to be the way she undresses, ya think?

6. This is MY chore. Goodness knows we don't want Bub to help out with this one. I love him and his effort, but normally it just makes more work for me (i.e. he washes everything together, red/black/white, it doesn't matter; he washes a load and forgets to dry it, thus creating a soured mildewy surprise for me when I open the washer; he puts my clothes away in the strangest places, then I can't find anything for months) I'm sure you get the picture.

7. Kaylea is of the mindset that if she tries something on but decides not to wear it, well, it's dirty and must go in the hamper. Therefore, I am constantly washing clean clothes. Really, she is just too lazy to hang the things back up or fold them and put them back away. It's a lot easier to throw them in the hamper!!! (Easier for WHO, I ask?????)

8. It's the one chore that no one can tell you have done. How many times has someone come into your home and complemented you on how nice your laundry looks? Yea, me neither and everyone knows that I am a complement freak!!!!!

I guess, if I did a load every day or so, it wouldn't be so overwhelming; but damn, why would I want to put myself through this angst on a daily basis? I am still trying to figure out where the hatred comes from. All I can figure is it's Mom's fault. You see my ThiThi hates laundry, as well. So it has to be something that happened during our childhood. Maybe Mom chained us to the washer and dryer or banished us to the utility room for time out. Of course neither of us have any memories of these horrible things being done, but MAYBE we have just blocked them from our minds. Yes, yes, yes, this must be it. I knew there was a reason.

Well, my friends, I must go; my dryer buzzer is calling me!!!!!!!!!!

It is now 24 hours later and load 11 has come out of the dryer. Of course there are more clothes waiting for me, already.