Sunday, December 20, 2009

Hate/Love relationship

Ok…so since I shocked and appalled you all in the last post…I decided to be slightly more positive in this one. But just slightly…

Here’s the dealy-o. I don’t like Christmas cause of it’s roots. I don’t like Christians whining about being told Happy Holidays. (I find it incomprehensible that Christians are “offended” by being told Happy Holy-days. HOW is that possibly offensive??) I don’t like the sayings of “Keep Christ in Christmas” because we added Him to it in the first place…and I don’t like “Jesus is the Reason for the Season”…cause, well, originally He wasn’t.


I do, in fact love the corporateness and unity that it brings to the world. (which I think is why the division being brought over the greetings bother me so much) I love that people come together to reach out to those in need. I think how the world acts during November-December is how God called to church to act EVERY month. I cry every morning listening to the "Christmas Wishes" on the radio and how a radio station is stepping in to change the lives of families in desperate need. How different would the world be if that was truly how the Church acted all year long?

And, I LOVE Christmas songs- especially the one’s about Jesus. I think we should be singing them all year round. I love when even secular artists just want to show off their vocal skills and choose to sing O Holy Night or Come All Ye Faithful. It overwhelms me to sit and watch or listen to the truth of God’s word being declared over the airways. Do you remember when Vanessa Williams and Luciano Pavarotti sang Oh Come All Ye Faithful on Saturday Night Live? How crazy is that concept that they were standing on that stage singing “come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord”

It’s an absolutely amazingly beautiful part of the season that regardless of my feelings about the overall holiday, I deeply cherish the moments when I can sit and listen to people all over the world declare that the Messiah has come to bring Salvation to the world.

After talking about it...I had to go find it and watch it one more time. So amazingly beautiful...if you can keep from being distracted by the eyebrows...

Monday, December 14, 2009

Brace yourselves...

OK. I’m going to do it. Once and for all. I’m going to finally and blatantly and officially come out of the closet.

(my Christian friends probably should brace themselves...)

I, Jenn Beamer, do NOT celebrate Christmas.

Whew. Praise God that's done.

Now I know half of you are saying, “Well, duh!” but the other half has just felt like the breath was knocked out of them…and probably need to close your gaping mouths.

Ok, well, some may not be that shocked. If you’ve put together my oh-so-subtle comments here and there…then you get it.

It started about 10 years ago. I was starting to learn about the Jewish roots of Christianity…I was learning how Constantine twisted and corrupted our religion and that fire of passion was starting to spark...

About October/November of 1997 I was listening to one of my shows that was teaching a lot of that stuff and heard a couple of phrases that alluded to the fact that Constantine started Christmas and I SHUT DOWN. Really. I survived my childhood by learning the AMAZING defense mechanism of De-nial. It’s a fantastic tool.
Ok, not really. But for temporary fixes, it works great.

Now, I LOoooOoooOoved Christmas. I lived for Christmas. I moved out of my house at 18 and had few items to my name…except for the boxes and boxes and boxes of Christmas stuff. So ya, I get it.

It was that season of life when God was downloading large amounts of information and I was this crazy little sponge absorbing...and actually retaining everything…and then…when Christmas was approaching and I heard my nemesis name being attached to it…I flicked immediately into denial. I started singing loudly as to not hear any more information coming from the crazy man on tv…and I ran over and turned him off. I sat for a minute to compose myself…and then told God- “I can’t. Please don’t. Just let me have this year, with no more information…and then starting in January you can tell me anything you want.” And that’s how it was. I didn’t watch the shows about Judaism and Christianity. I wouldn’t pick my books back up. No Jewish chat room discussions. (it was the 90s people-don’t judge) Nothing. I savored those few months of obliviousness.

And then in January…I started listening to God again.

No worries…I’m not about to go off about any details.

Course then…because of this season of revelations and growing passions…I was so excited about everything I was learning that I just assumed everyone else would be too. Oops.
I would scream out about the Jewish roots…and Constantine to anyone in a 30 feet radius of me. I was completely unbridled in my passion and had no boundaries. Of course, this just caused offense and problems all around me.

So in 2001 on my way to Norway for my SOIWSW, God basically told me to shut up. Really. He said to keep my mouth shut about all those things while I was there. And I did.

After Norway…I still kept it shut about Christmas (and well, ok, since we’re on the subject- Easter as well). I learned that even when I told it calmly and just matter-of-fact to people, especially Christians…they would get OFFENDED with me. Angry, bitter, etc. I’ve been accused of judging and being condescending. Yet, I still participate with my family…and in the Christmas get-togethers that happen. (well, mostly) And if you want to celebrate Christmas, then fine. But as I’ve said before in other posts…because of what I believe God has asked of me in my life regarding the restoration of foundations…I can’t participate in those things.

Since 2001 I’ve tried to keep it on the down-low as much as possible. My friends like to out me to others because I’m such an anomaly. We’d be sitting at a restaurant just enjoying a meal with new friends and suddenly one particular friend LOVED to just scream out “Jenn doesn’t celebrate Christmas!” (oh the drama!) But I’ve become pretty good at giving general answers about the holidays and changing the subject when I’m asked about where my decorations are or whatever. But last year I felt like God was saying that I didn’t have to go to such extremes to hide my non-participation…and that it was ok to let it be known. (since I’ve become MUCH better with the boundaries of my passion!) I debated posting a blog last year, and have written 756212654871254654 drafts...but chickened out. But this year…I think it’s time to just declare it and put it out there. Mainly, so that we can all just move on and I don’t become exhausted trying to avoid the subject.

I’m sure this also explains my declarations of the fact that I think it’s better to say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas. (but I’m all about free speech and don’t believe it’s ok to tell people they CAN’T say Merry Christmas) Millions of people out there celebrate Hanukkah instead of Christmas (Jews AND Gentiles)…and if Jesus was on the earth today…He would be participating in Hanukkah…and therefore He’d be telling people Happy Holidays as well. (well, ok….since He is all knowing…He’d probably be holiday specific to the ones He was talking too…but in GENERAL I would place my bets on the fact that He’d merrily declare the double H.)

FYI- I DO in fact celebrate the birth of Jesus...during Sukkot (The Feast of Tabernacles) and I DO celebrate His death and ressurection during Passover...

And if you want to know my reasons and explanations for it all…I will feel free to discuss them.

But let’s wait till March.

Friday, December 4, 2009


I’ve been thinking a lot about convictions lately. What they are, why, to what degrees different people have them, etc., etc.

Personally, I’m the kind of girl who is convicted about the things I’m convicted about because of the right and wrong standards I believe God has established in His Word.

The thing is…is that I think that the majority of Christians would make that exact same statement.

Why then, are all of our convictions different?

And I’m not saying convictions as in- heart’s passions and callings. I get that God has gifted all of us with different passions and roles that He wants us to play in society.

But I’m talking black and white, right from wrong, where the boundaries are supposed to be placed in our lives convictions.

I hear this phrase ALL the time, “God hasn’t convicted me of that yet” or “Well, different people just have different levels of convictions in different areas”.

But I don’t really get that. How can it be different? We all have the same Bible, right? We follow the same God?

Several months ago, someone heard that one of my most favorite movies is St. Elmo’s Fire. Now, in that movie…there is cussing, drug use, sex scenes, and extra-marital affairs happening. By today’s standards of movies, most of that is pretty mildly portrayed…but it is still IN the movie. This person told my other friend “Wow, I thought Jennifer was a Christian.”

Ok, I wasn't offended, but that actually made me laugh. Because the crazy part is, that IF I would have gone to her house and she was watching a Disney cartoon that involved magic, I would have been JUST as frustrated for HER "lack of convictions"…and wondering why she would allow magic and occult things in her house. Drug use and sex doesn’t easily offend me, cussing doesn’t even make me blink (well, ok, that’s actually a WHOLE other issue to me, that has to do with culture standards more than God’s standards)...BUT if you throw magic into the mix, (and yes I mean ANYthing with magic) or anything even remotely having to do with the occult- and I will quickly scream out Isaiah 5:20- WOE TO THOSE who call evil good and good evil!!!! WOE.TO.THOSE.

BUT THE THING IS…is that God also calls affairs, premarital sex, drug use, etc. wrong. Yet…I get sucked in by those amazing eyes of Rob Lowe, and I don’t think about convictions anymore. :-)

I actually think ALL of this is a problem.

I think, in reality, if we’re all TRULY seeking God’s heart, and His Word for HIS standards…then as followers of Him…we should all have the EXACT same level of convictions. Right? How can God possibly be different from person to person? How can He say that I’m not allowed to watch anything with magic in it because the Bible says to stay away from it…but He’s ok if you participate in it? That doesn’t make sense to me.

Is it REALLY that “we all just have different levels of convictions in different areas”…or are we just not REALLY listening to the truth of what God is saying and willing to walk it out???????????

I’d love to hear your thoughts….

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving Dis-adventures

I saw some sad updates earlier from Leslie about how she’s sick today…and I thought about how horrible it would be to be sick over the Thanksgiving holidays…and then I was quickly reminded of some of my more adventurous Thanksgiving highlights of my past…and thought I’d share a few just for funsies… (fyi-these are some of the MOST major events that have happened in my entire life-and I find it bizarro that it all happens to be this time of year...the only one NOT over T-day was dislocating my knee...and that was actually over Christmas....weirdy!)

1993: Was spent pouting. I had just had reconstructive surgery on my jaw a few weeks before and my mouth was wired shut. My family attempted to make things better, with turkey soup, and REALLY soupy mashed potatoes and gravy that I could attempt to suck off a spoon. (course, only while sitting alone- I’d never do that in front of people!) I really thought I’d be ok with the whole thing until I got there, and saw all the amazingness on the table…and instead just cried and sat by myself cause I couldn’t partake of any of the scrumptousness.

1992: Was spent pretty much sleeping. I had just come down with Mono. So I pretty much didn’t care about anything except being curled up in my bed for weeks on end. Plus, having a hypochondriac-nurse for a mother can sometimes be a little much…because she was convinced I could rupture my spleen at any given moment if I was too active. And by too active, I mean sitting on a couch talking to friends on the phone…or walking to the kitchen to get a drink…or laughing…or sneezing…or…..

1990: Was spent in the hospital. Why? Because the excitement of being out of school for the T-day break on Wednesday was just too much too handle. My sister and I were skateboarding in the house…Yes, that’s And being the bratty little sister she was, ;-) she pushed me…and I flew back in a half twist triple loop double axle move…while hitting the doorway 2x…and then ending up in the next room…with a broken left ankle. The breaks went halfway through the growth plate and then another one came up in a spiral. (I have to do everything with flair) They needed to do surgery, but of course no one cared about me when it was the evening before Thanksgiving…and they CERTAINLY weren’t going to come in ON Turkey-day….so I just sat in the hospital in a sad little splint with my ankle not attached trying desperately not to move and begging for more drugs....turkey was DEFINITLY not on the brain...

Hmmmmm…so far so good for this year I think. Prayfully, no ambulances will need to be called....

(And I hope you are feeling better REALLY SOON Leslie!!!)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

What do you choose?

K, so here’s the deal…

In an attempt to make shorter posts…cause I’m always so worried I lose people with my blah blah blah...I left out *THE* most important point in my previous post about Truth. It hit me last night and it has consumed me ever since…so I had to come declare it now.

The absolute key in searching out the Truth…is that you must CHOOSE. TO. LOVE. IT.

2 Thessalonians 2:9-10 says “The coming of the lawless one is according to the working of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders, and with all unrighteous deception among those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved.”

You can search all the ding dang long day for Truth. But unless you choose to LOVE it…and thereby accepting it, it won’t matter.

Example: You can KNOW the truth that you are fearfully and wonderfully created in the image of God…but if you don’t LOVE that truth- then you’re going to struggle with self-esteem issues and “personality traits” that don’t line up with the Word of God. But if you CHOOSE to love the truth of that statement…then you’ll know and believe that the characteristics of God belong to you and are your characteristics. Therefore- if God is patient, then I am patient. If God is slow-to-anger, then I am slow-to anger. If God is creative, I am creative. If God cares about the details, then I care about the details. (ha! I have to choose to love the truth of that last statement a LOT-that’s why I threw it in!)

Sooooo, my dear friends…that’s all I needed to say for now. I just had to scream out the importance of choosing to love the Truth as you search for it.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Inconvenient Truth

In October of 1997 my life forever changed. (in more ways than one!) I had just moved in with two complete strangers- Martha and Holly. One week after I moved in, a friend of Holly’s needed a place to stay and so she moved in with us for several weeks too. (oh my word you would NOT believe the number of people we had temporarily staying with us while we lived there!!) Roz was a Jewish lady Holly had met while attending the Synagogue. She was a very unique person…but we won’t get into all that now. Sadly, we’ve lost touched with her over the years….but she has had a great impact on my life. First, she obviously introduced me to the Jewish Culture. One of my memories of her, was when she had received an email with a list of Jewish jokes and was reading it to Holly and I. Poor Roz…we were so clueless that she had to explain all the words and concepts of the joke before and after she read them…and THEN we laughed...or at least courtesy laughed if we still didn't get it. (Oy! Wouldn’t she be proud of us now!?!)

But there was another reason she will forever be in the life-changer section of my mind…

One night a group of us were sitting around discussing the Bible and religion. I don’t remember the original subject we were talking about, but knowing us, we were 16 concepts past that anyway. All of a sudden Roz made a statement that FOREVER changed my outlook on my faith, Christianity and the Bible. She challenged my belief about “doctrines” and the tendency we have to make things up in our religion. I thought she was crazy for the different things she was spouting off. And then she had the audacity to say this…

“For instance, you know that the Bible NEVER says that it was Satan that was in the serpent in the garden?”

What? I was shocked at that accusation! What was she talking about? Of COURSE it said that! That is Sunday School 101 flannelgraph basics!

So I pretty much told her she was a raving lunatic and ran to get my Bible to prove her wrong.
I sat down on the floor in front of her and flipped to Genesis 3 and started reading.

And suddenly, I was completely speechless.

All it says is… “Now the serpent was more crafty than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, "Indeed, has God said, 'You shall not eat from any tree of the garden'?" …and, there’s nothing about Satan in the rest of the chapter either.

Ok, so maybe you already knew that and think I’m crazy for this revelation. But all of us in that room 12 years ago were stunned and just sat and stared at each other. I didn’t know what to say. My mind was spinning in a hundred different directions. Where did that concept come from? Why do we assume it was Satan? What if it wasn’t Satan? Who the heck made that up? On and on it spun.

It was at that moment, that my life shifted.

I realized that I just blindly believed and quoted those little Sunday School 101 answers…but I had never stopped to look, to research, and figure out for myself what was Truth and what wasn’t.

NOW...before I go on...let me say…(cause we ALL know I had to get to the bottom of that…even though it took many years for anyone to lead me to the right answer) that it’s all about the Hebrew...and in different parts the same word is used for Satan and it was used for the serpent…there is definitely a connection to Satan and the serpent)

At that moment, I started questioning everything. And sadly, I realized that so much of what I believed, and so much that we even teach in the church is just blah blah blah that’s been handed down over the last several generations and have absolutely no Biblical Truth to it whatsoever. My faith was shaken many times over the last decade as I searched for Truth. Not in a crushing way…but in a “let everything that can be shaken, be shaken” kind of way. And I WANT the crap shook off. I WANT the only thing that remains to be pure and total Truth. Not man made up doctrine.

Honestly, it’s quite shocking how much we as Christians spout off concepts that are only based on tradition, and not the Bible. Now, I absolutely despise SS 101 answers-because after some minor research, I’ve disproven so many over the years. It takes everything in me not to scream out when I hear them. Well, sometimes I do speak up…when I’m feeling especially in control of my emotions that day. Otherwise I just wait till I’m safely in my car where I can scream and spit out my frustrations to just God.

So really…THIS post…is a challenge. I challenge each and every one of you to start questioning your beliefs and the answers we so quickly fire off. Do you KNOW the Biblical answer behind it? If not…then I suggest not saying it. That may be a hard concept…but who of us wants to get to Heaven and be told that what we were teaching others wasn’t even true?
GOD is a solid rock…GOD is a FIRM foundation. Questions shouldn’t be feared when our stability is found in Him.

Monday, October 19, 2009

vulnerability of a nut job

I’m in a very self-reflecting mood…so be ready for some very reflective posts. I understand if you don’t want to be a part…but this particular issue still makes me giggle every time I think about it…so I thought I’d share.

I’m not an easily offended person. Really. Some people tend to think I am…because I’m expressive…and opinionated. But I don’t take disagreements personally. I can argue and not care. You can be really mean to me, or say something that ticks me off…and although it will most definitely stir up some sort of outburst of emotion from me…offense and grudges against individuals don’t really grow in my world.

Now, did you catch that very key word???


Although everything previously stated is true… it would also be true to state that I can however, become offended with groups of people. Random, faceless, concepts can put me over the edge. I’ve always kind of known this…but this fact about myself doesn’t always stick in my head…and since individuals don’t cause me to hold grudges…I can sometimes just live life oblivious to the fact that offense is trying to take root through another door.

But, God has FULLY revealed this to me…in a way that it will stay in the forefront of my mind…and something that I will forever be guarding myself against. I’m only being vulnerable and sharing this in the blogiverse…well, cause it’s funny.

So several weeks ago was the whole Obama Talking to Schools Debacle of ’09. (I wrote several posts about it....just in case you were oblivious, or blocked it out) Just know, that even though I let my opinions be known in certain areas…I do, actually show great restraint…even when screaming out…because what I REALLY want to say, I hold in…and try my darndest to remain somewhat appropriate.

Well, one of the Sunday’s around that time… we were taking Communion at Church. I was asking God if I needed to “take care of anything” before hand…and quite honestly, I didn’t think there was anything and felt pretty good-to-go.

But then God said- “Ummm, ya. You got issues. You need to take care of an offense.”

I was kinda shocked (and a little worried) and immediately asked what I needed to do as I was frantically searching my mind for someone I was holding a grudge against or something.

God then said…

“Jenn, you need to forgive the Republicans”

OK, truly….I laughed out loud. (good thing I was in the back at the sound booth!)
For goodness sakes! I realized it was totally true…but the concept was just TOO funny.

I had to forgive the Republicans before I took Communion.

So I took care of the problem, and even though I was really serious about it…and happy for this new revelation of something I needed to guard against…I totally giggled the whole way through it.

Who in the world has had to forgive an overall major political party before taking Communion?

I’m pretty sure I tend to bring GREAT joy to God’s heart.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

musings of an amused muse

First off….ya’ll are some funny funny people. Silent for years…and suddenly everyone’s a part like you never left. I’ll try to cut back on the comment whoring…but last week insecurity was trying to set itself inside my thoughts…and somehow THAT was the path it chose to take. Bizarro, I know. I’m over it.
For now.

I’m kinda in the mood to just spout off what’s in the top of my head…partly, because I’m quite concerned that Belinda is bored at work and needs SOMETHING to be reading right now…and partly because there’s much much deeper stuff I’m currently contemplating…but not ready to discuss yet…

***At this moment, I’m watching The Hills. At this moment, I’m wondering why the heck I am doing such a thing. I think I’m pretty much done with the show. I’m well aware I shouldn’t have ever started watching it to begin with…but it was by accident. And little Lauren looked all cutie in her headbands…and so I decided I would, as well, look cutie in headbands and immediately ran out to buy some. (fyi- I was right) I also liked to watch how their apartments were decorated and such. I really don’t remotely know why. I think I was just fascinated that these are their actual, ridiculous, no concept of money, lives. I was uberly enthralled. But LC got smart enough to leave…and now that Kristin girl is here, who I’m supposed to care about, but I never watched Laguna Beach…and so therefore I don’t. And people may think that LC was boring…but for goodness sakes…who wants to watch Kristen be a ‘B’ to everyone, just for funsies? (*SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t watched Oct 15th!!*) PLUS…it’s somehow suddenly appropriate to give sex toys as a b-day present to your ex-boyfriend whose current girlfriend despises you…AND it was opened in front of his MOM…who was standing there pretending to be part of the twenty-somethings in her ridiculous bikini??? Ugh. I’m so out.
Omg-I just searched for an HOUR to find a pic of LC in that black headband she wore in every episode during that first season...ummmm...ya. nada. Whattheheck?

***SpeakingofTVissues… I’m actually weeding out a lot of shows. About 3-4 mos ago or so, God started asking me to do it. Some things were REALLY easy cause I wasn’t attached…I just like to have noise in the background when I’m home alone. I’m a people girl…and sometimes being around fake people has to suffice. I think it all started with Big Brother. Whenever it was about to start, God said- “Hey, let’s not have that on in your house.” Honestly, I wasn’t really fazed by that request. I DID ask why, though, (cause I always ask why!) and He said it was because of the dishonesty, back-stabbing, manipulation and such that went on, and that I didn’t need that as my background noise. Made sense. But then…cause I’m smart like this…I realized that the same principle would probably start applying across the board. And sure enough…several weeks later God nixed Survivor when it was about to start. I was slightly sadder…but again, I survived. (ha! I’m so punny!) But NOW He seems to be getting up in my business a little more! (always does, doesn’t He?) And He’s telling me things like, not to watch How I Met Your Mother. (yes Shonda, I PROMISE He said it) I actually DID like that show…a lot…and so that has been a little bit of a struggle. But let’s face it…it’s a tacky tacky show. The easy part is deleting it off the dvr timer. The HARD part was this last Monday night I was home, and had NOTHING going on for the evening…and REALLY struggled and TRIED to justify that it was ok to watch it…but of course conviction and guilt won over within 3 minutes…and I’m officially done with HIMYM. (Oh, and in the midst of all this I was GOING to watch Glee…which is ALMOST pure greatness…but also way too much and God put the smackdown on that too) *sigh*

***So there’s this apartment down by where we have to park our cars. I was always creeped out because the people that lived there would leave the sliding glass door open all night while they slept…and you could see into their bedroom. (Plus, hello, safety??) These are also the people that were out on that patio one day clipping their toe nails as I pulled up. And they’re higher than the parking lot…so really I got a view down his shorts as his leg was in the air and he was clipping away. So gross.
BUT…the point of this particular randomness…is that they moved out. And another couple moved in. And they ALSO leave the sliding glass door open and you can see in their apartment too! Weirdies! BUT…it’s not their bedroom! It’s their living room! ? ! And the couch is lined up perpendicular to the edge of the door. What? First- bizarre place for your couch. And SECOND…which people were crazier- the ones that apparently turned a living room into a bedroom…or the ones that have turned a bedroom into a living room?? WHY??? AAAAAnnnnddd….why is it that anyone who moves into this particular apartment apparently wants to pretend they’re on their own reality show and they think the rest of us want to watch their every move?? Close the blinds people!!
That picture was taken in Korea...what the heck is going on over there?

***And I heart you all…but for goodness sakes stop going private on your blogs! (haha-as I just talk about the creepy people putting themselves out for the world to view!!) Ya, that’s right, I’m a quandary of dichotomy. Personally, I just don’t like the effort of having to sign in…so I only do it occasionally…and then try to read all the privy’s at once. Stop messing with my world! But again…of course I do heart you and will continue being a part. Well, sometimes.

WeeeEEEeeellll…that’s all for now. Kinda sad you held out for all this nonsense, aren’t you? The truth is….is that there is a lot of things I’m trying to work through enough so I can actually get the thoughts OUT of the swirling mess of my head. And so soon…I’ll be posting again. I PROMISE. MUAH.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Rednecks rednecks everywhere you turn

You know....some things you expect to see on the backroads of Kentucky......some things you may even see by those loveable rednecks in Texas.

I have to admit though, I actually wouldn't have expected to see this here in Colorado. Not that they're not trashy people up here...but you know, we're usually more concerned with recycling and hugging our trees.

But this is what I saw in front of me while driving down the road. I truly thought I was seeing things at first...but nope.

Once it hit me what it was....I REALLY wanted to get out to see if it was actually singing...

Ok, I didn't have the guys to do that....but I did get a short video with it in action...



OH! And for my foreign readers....this is Big Mouth Billy Bass. It was a ridiculous phenomenon a couple years ago and everyone wanted one. Yes, this is America, don'tcha wish you were a part? Here's a clip of it in actual action....

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Last word...

Obama gave his speech to the schools today. The more I thought about the Republican's reactions throughout the day, the angrier I got. I actually wrote a couple different drafts of a blog going off about my feelings.

Instead...I'm just going to quote a comment left on my facebook by the amazingly fantastic Holly.....because she pretty much summed it up....

"If statistics are accurate 8,500 children around the world contracted HIV/AIDS today, many of which fell victim to the disease because they live a life enslaved in the sex trade.

There are an estimated 300,000 child soldiers who were forced to fight in wars around the world this afternoon.

An estimated 30,500 children under 5 died today, and many more became ill because of diseases brought on by a lack of clean water.

In El Salvador, a young child worked in the hot sun for 9 hours today producing the sugar for the soft drink I drank for dinner.

And today, our President, who we elected in a democratic style election (like it or not) spoke to our children in free public schools across the country and we have a right, as parents, to keep them from viewing that speech or to complain about it because of our right of free speech.

And the last one is what motivated conservative Christians to speak out???"

Thursday, September 3, 2009

'People of the world'...get it together

So I just HAVE to rant. And I know everyone LOVES my rants. Even if you don’t publicly admit it…I would even bet more people than not actually agree with most of my rants….but just won’t say it outloud. Mmmhhhhhhmmmm, that’s right, I’m onto you.

And I AM choosing to go off on my tangent here on my blog and not facebook…trying to keep the drama to a minimum…but of course, feel free to voice your own opinions on the comments…but it is MY blog…so I will ALWAYS have the last word… ;-)

Ok, so this is about Obama. Now, I am FAR from a fan of Obama. In fact, I don't even remotely like him. I’m sure my name has been in their stupid White House database for years…so I’m really not worried about screaming out about it now. (ya’ll did hear about that, right? That he’s trying to take away our First Amendment rights…mmhhhhmmmmm)
It TICKS me off that Christians voted him into office. Like, really really makes me angry and I want to thump them in their foreheads or something. And yes, some are close friends who I dearly, dearly love. But the man does NOT stand for the same values and morals as God does…and so to put him in charge of the country was completely idiotic and highly unbiblical on their part.

NOW…THAT BEING SAID…for goodness sakes people…really? Blah blah blah with all your fuss. One week after the elections I started seeing those “Don’t blame me, I voted for McCain” bumper stickers. Really? I think it was just another sign about how our education system is failing us. LISTEN CLOSELY- In order for that bumper sticker to make ANY sense…and ACTUALLY be witty…is only IF the President did something crazy and had the nation in an uproar. Do you not get that?
When did these first come out? I remember seeing them right after Clinton’s affair stuff. See, now THAT was an appropriate time. Also, whether you agree with the Bush war policy or not…ALSO would have been an appropriate time. Putting that sticker on your car before Obama’s boxes are even unpacked from his move to DC…is just really really REALLY stupid.

Let’s learn to be clever in our banter, shall we?

AND NOW…for the REALLY controversial side…what in the WORLD is this ridiculous uproar about him talking to the schools? Parents are all in a tizzy…yanking their kids out of schools, signing petitions, protests, etc…because our PRESIDENT has the audacity and nerve to tell our kids to work hard and stay in school?! OH! THE HORROR!!!
Seriously. Seriously??

Now, if he had picked a controversial subject…well, then ok. But Republicans and Christians are screaming out JUST to scream out. PICK. YOUR. BATTLES. PEOPLE. There are PLENTY of issues to be haters about…why don't we just try to keep ourselves from looking judgmental and idiotic as much as possible.

HOW ABOUT…we…oh, I don’t know…actually become responsible parents, and you know…I’m just gonna throw this out there…GET INVOLVED in your kids lives…teach them what to pray before they go and hear him speak....and listen YOURSELVES to what Obama says in the speech…and then sit your kid down and talk it out with them. I don't like that we're teaching children they don't have to listen to someone just because they don't like them. That's not right. I think it's MUCH more important to teach your children how to be informed, why they believe what they believe, and how to defend their stances. Shutting off the other side and putting your fingers in your ears only teaches ignorance...not wisdom.

Teaching them that they don’t have to respect the office of the President JUST because you don’t agree with him…is idiotic…and frankly, downright dangerous. If he says something highly controversial…than ABSOLUTELY protest the next talk…scream out, get billboards…whatever it takes. But wow, let’s not call the fight before the bell has even gone off.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Punky and the Kennedy's

I PROMISE I’m not turning into a stalker…but how can you just NOT love it all?? I mean really….I’m pretty sure at any moment Soleil and I could be exchanging phone numbers…even if it’s just to text each other.
She just hit a million followers on Twitter…so wanted to do a ustream video to say thanks…and cause she’s the cutest thing ever…she got dressed up as Punky Brewster. Which, umm..,good to know those items can still be found and I need to start hunting for them for the next dress up party.
ANYWAYS…at the end she was doing some shout outs to her fans…and of COURSE who was one of them??? Yours truly!!! She even skipped some others and read mine...and I'm pretty sure there was little bit of extra inflection…cause she loves me so.

Fyi- I don’t care if you’re tired of hearing about my Hollywood bff. Let me have my thing.

Now, back to DC…just one more thing…and then the next post will be of my FAVORITE pics of Holly. Cause she’s so freaking funny and is not afraid to take funny pics. Me, on the other hand, avoided the front side of the camera as much as possible so there’s very little evidence of my existence in DC.

ANYWAYS…another one of my most favorite things we did was the VERY first night in DC. We got to go see The Color Purple…AT the Kennedy Center…WITH Fantastia! (she was an American Idol winner for my foreign friends!) Isn’t that total fantabulousness? Love love loved it! I mean, even just the overall concept of being at Kennedy Center was freakin fabulous. Our seats were WAAAAY at the top of the third tier balcony but it was fantastic nonetheless.

It was red carpet and giant chandeliers everywhere. Totally gaudy and beautiful all at the same time. And of course you can’t leave out the giant bust of JFK.

I think it would take months, if not years, to see and do everything there is in D.C. *sigh* ...maybe I really should move there.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Dream Continues...

Today is the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s I HAVE A DREAM speech, so I decided that it needed to be acknowledged and what more perfect timing than during my DC trip synopsis.
Honestly, out of all the sites, the Lincoln Memorial was my favorite. I don’t really know why. It wasn’t at the top of my list of Must-See’s. Holly and I didn’t have a specific purpose of going to that site like some of the others. But when we got there, it really just seemed to be THE most peaceful place in all of DC. I could have stayed there for hours. (actually, I think we did…partly because of the peacefulness, partly because of PURE exhaustion!)

We sat at the bottom of the Memorial for a very long time just watching people. I loved every minute and got teary several times when I thought about the aspect of history that particular place represented. I teared up watching an African American high school choir come up and have their picture taken on the steps. I loved watching a group of boys of different races and cultures (some in their kippahs–the little round hats Jewish boys wear) doing tricks on their skateboards. I watched people from different nations who had come on their vacations, and wondered if they also comprehended the significance and importance of that place.

I loved walking up the stairs and staring at the statue of Lincoln, contemplating how much one man changed the destiny of our nation and the burden that he carried on his shoulders. I stood in the spot Dr. King stood while giving his speech and got teary as I envisioned thousands and thousands of people standing there listening, wanting, hoping, and praying in desperation that the words he was speaking out would someday come true.

I know we’ve heard excerpts thousands of times and can probably quote parts of it ourselves. But I reread the speech again today, and was overcome with emotions as I thought about how our nation is still struggling with remnants of racism and the extremes into which we’ve swung. We may have made great strides these last 46 years, especially in the areas regarding the atrocity of segregation, but we still have far to go in finding the balance. Dr. King said it perfectly when he stated, “I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”
I hope you stop and read it again too.

I Have A Dream
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father’s died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Thursday, August 27, 2009

You say potato...

Holly and I are Livin-on-a-Budget-Kind-of-Girls…so we tried to make this trip as cheap as possible. And ummmmm….ya. DC is a freakin expensive city.

Ok, so I’ll skip all the details leading up to this, but it’s down to the wire and Holly and I still don’t have a hotel room. We’re trying to use Priceline but they’re all high maintenance on when and how you can bid and blah blah blah…so it was taking forever because they wouldn't play nice with us.

On the day that we basically HAD to have a hotel I scour the internet looking for functional deals. Now, here’s where I admit my pure and total creepiness. Which, I think I’ve admitted before…but unless you really know me, you have NO IDEA how extreme I am. I am insane people. I fully, truly get that. But you know, God likes me that way.

So I’m REALLY particular about names. NAMES are IMPORTANT. The meaning of names are EXTREMELY important. God thinks they’re important…and therefore….so does Jenn. ESPECIALLY when it comes to false gods-I don’t participate unless I absolutely positively have too. So no pandora radio…no venus razors…etc. etc. Now, this can be very tricky when everything in DC seems to be connected to Egypt or Greece. Bleh!

Ok, so this one particular hotel kept coming up in my search, advertising a fairly good deal…but I kept ignoring it. BECAUSE…it’s called Hotel Helix. Now, I AM blonde…in high altitude. I see Helix and immediately associate it to helios….which is a sun god…and one that I have a strong particular aversion too.
Now, if you paid more attention in school than I did….you would know that helix is actually connected to DNA. It’s like the DNA strand or whatever. But I didn’t know this during the day as I was searching.

So Holly eventually gets on the phone…and we’re both searching the net. She sees the hotel and mentions it. A discussion begins in which she points out my insanity…and after some google research I decide it's not nearly the creepy false worship I have assumed it is, and we go check out their website.

Ohmygoodness. We fall in love INSTANTLY. It’s a boutique hotel...all retro and fun...AND it’s in the area we want. BUT- the price was about $10-15 more a night than what we were hoping to get by bidding on priceline. So we debate about it FOREVER. And the more we look at their site the more we fall in love...but we’re trying not to get attached...but we are. BUT…money issues really kind of win out. So this is what I say, “Ok, we’re going to go bid ONE more time on priceline…and we’re going to be very specific about the location and stars…no more playing around. If they accept our offer, that’s that. But if they don’t…we’ll get this deal for Hotel Helix”
Holly agrees…and I instantly start entering in the info. But Holly is still looking at the pics and basically starts to say- “No, let’s just get this hotel- it’s too fabulous” BUT I had just hit SUBMIT!

So we just sit there…all crazy anxious waiting for priceline to decide whether or not they’ll accept our cheapy offer.


They do. And I tell Holly.

And our hearts sink.

Cause even though we’re being financially responsible…we had stared at the Hotel Helix site too long and got all attached.

And then I look. And realize….the hotel that accepted our priceline offer…
was the Hotel Helix.

Isn’t that crazy???
We totally started laughing, screaming, and crying.
Really…it was just SUCH confirmation that God was taking care of us.

And the hotel was SO fun! Not exactly what we expected...but totally fabulous.

The Lounge/Restaraunt area...that glows at night...and where they have Champagne Bubbly Hour every evening and you can come down and hang out and get free bubbly!

Our room!

Ken and Barbie pics...

Ummmm....hello...lime green mini can you NOT love???

The bathroom...

Thursday, August 20, 2009

I am SUCH a blonde sometimes...

Ya, ya, ya. I know. August is quickly leaving. But I’m not going back on my promise. I just couldn’t find my camera cord to share with everyone my fantastical pictures, so I kept putting blogging off. I HAVE now located the missing cord & will start my updating soon. But I had to share my funny story from last night.

Ok, so on Monday, my Internet sales guy Nick called & left a message on my vm “just to check on how things were going”. I go home that night…& the internet wasn’t working! Monday & Tuesday were crazy days so I didn’t get to call tech support to find out what’s going on. Finally on Wednesday I was able to call. UNfortunately, it was after hours…& I was transferred overseas. Now, we all know I LOVE other cultures. But dealing in long distance phone calls w/English as a 2nd language & trying to talk about technical issues is NOT something I love. The girl did her best but was struggling, & I ended up coaching her more in English words & definitions than actually talking about my internet. (I do think she now understand the difference in Zip codes vs Area Codes, so that's a plus) She tried to just send out a tech guy the next day…but said there was something weird w/my account & couldn’t & that I just needed to call back tomorrow. Ugh.

So my ubberly fantastic resource skills go to work. First, I call Nick the sales guy. Now, you have to know that I totally heart Nick & he’s one of the funniest guys I’ve met…even though I’ve only spoken to him 2-3x…but those were some HIGHLY entertaining moments! So I leave a voicemail for him stating that it was QUITE the coincidence that as soon as he calls to check on me- suddenly my internet goes out. I told him that I smelled sabotage.

THEN…I turn to my bff Twitter. (via an Unsecure connection I located in the corner of my apt) Now from several other past experiences I know if I mention certain places/companies I’ll come up in their search & maybe I’ll get some help that way. So I tweet that I’m not so happy w/my Internet peeps. And sure enough, within 5 minutes I’m being followed by my company asking how they can help. Now I’m feeling quite proud of my pure & total ingeniousness and apparently stop thinking about the overall big picture of what's happening. I Direct Message my info back & forth w/them…cause I want to be all safe with my info and not just use the reply's and make it all public. They look up my stuff, & give me a call on my cell. The guy walks me through some stuff & then tells me he’s going to have a guy from Tech Support call me in a few. I am happy & content & hang up.

About 20 minutes later my phone rings again…& it’s another Internet guy trying to figure out the issue. Now, I’m STILL all excited that I’m actually getting help. We blah blah blah. The guy says he is going to have to send someone out to my house & then starts rattling off my address. And suddenly…it ALL hits me. I am INSANE!!! How did I KNOW they were really my Internet people? They were contacting ME. It could easily be some creeper in a surveillance van down by the river…and they could be on their way to hack me up in my sleep.

So I kinda start panicking…& wondering if I should hang up…or stay on the line or what. So as I’m talking to the now only maybe “Internet” guy…I start searching around. I go back to the Twitter page & study it carefully, hoping to be able to figure out if it’s legit or not. I then typed the number he was calling me from in Google…only to come up w/pages of people who got a call from the same number & suspecting they’re weren’t REALLY from that company. So then I’M REALLY panicking & of course SWEAR I can hear clicks on the phone which immediately convince me they’re taping my line…& they’re going to steal my identity…& they’re going to hack me up in my sleep. OY VEY!

Course I must say that the guy on the phone was really nice, & didn’t SEEM stalkerish. He said a tech guy would come see me in the a.m. & gave me a ticket reference number. Which of COURSE I wrote down. (I’ve never written down a confirmation number in my whole life!) He hangs up…& I debate if I should immediately make out my will…or find a secured phone line & switch all credit cards & banks.

Instead…I calmly get a hold of my internet provider a different way…& tell them I wanted to make sure the previous stuff was legit & I wasn’t talking to creepy stalkers. They guy laughed at me & assured me that it was in fact them…and all the notes were in my account…and they were sending a real guy out in the morning.

I am such a nut. But I will, in fact, be a little more cautious when handing out info over this here ‘net.

Stalking Pictures, Images and Photos

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Character Catch-Up

APPARENTLY...I'm just a big ole tease...

And you people are either to nice to point that out...or, depressingly, not aware of it cause your really not paying that close of attention...or don't actually care. *sigh*

I was looking back at some of my older posts earlier...and realized that I constantly announce that I'm gonna talk about something soon...and then never do. I'm thinking that can't say much for my character.

So, I'm making an announcement...a promise....a declaration, even... I declare August to be catch-up month...and I'm going to look back and talk about all the things I promised too...cause I don't want to be known as a lazy liar. Plus I also have pics on my phone and camera of random things I've seen and wanted to post. But....obviously haven't.

And if you fell into the latter categories of the aformentioned above statements about not caring...well, can just.....well, I'll tell you that later....

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Am I Where?

So I decided to steal the ubber lovely Paige Allen’s blog format…cause, well, that’s what we do here on the internet. At least I’m giving her credit for it…this time. But my head’s been a-swimming with stuff…and I thought this might help to start untangling it…So, without further ado, I give you…

Jenn’s version of Where I Am- July 2009:

Where I am currently: Of course I’m snuggled up in my new chair…listening to it thunder and rain outside. It’s been thundering a lot lately, which I’m pretty convinced is because God loves me so. I GREATLY miss the crazy house-shaking thunder of West Texas…and it seems to me, that the last several months I’ve heard more thunder than ever before here in the Springs. I’d ALSO like to point out that somehow the random angle of life produces a ginormous rainbow outside my apartment window ALL the time. Love it.

What I’m listening to: Kim Walker just came out with a new cd- Consumed. Love love love. Are you people listening to Kim? Cause if you’re not, you’re crazy missing out. Run immediately and get it. (or you know, stay right where your at and get it off the internet)
I’m also in love with Cory Asbury’s latest single My Beloved. I’m for reals people- go get it NOW. Now! Well, ok, after you finish reading my completely important blog…

What I’m reading: Absolutely nothing. Praise the Lord, oh my soul! I was in crazy book cram world for several months and I’m on a much needed hiatus. I DID sit down one evening a couple weeks ago and read 'Night' by Elie Wiesel. Amazing, but sadly tragic. It’s his story of being in a Concentration Camp. I found out recently that the original title in his own language actually translates to: “And the World Was Silent” Ummmm ya. I won’t even BEGIN to go off on that tangent.
I’m about to start reading again this week I think- and I’m starting with Standing With Israel by David Brog. I’m currently fascinated by that man…and am trying to figure out a way to go work with him… (suggestions are welcome)

Memorable Moments: Well, I’ve debated forever about whether or not I was going to blog about my latest trip. And I’ve decided I will share about parts of it in the next few weeks. And I’ll explain why I’ve been pondering about sharing or not… I will say this- It was a great great trip. Really hard and exhausting. But completely amazing. I so heart God.

Just Coincidental?: I didn't keep up with Twitter much while I was on my trip...and was worried how my bff Soleil would handle me being gone so long. Apparently, she ALSO was away from Twitter because of a trip the same time I was. Now, am I saying we went on vacation together? Of course not.
Or did we...

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Jenn+Soleil+Molly= Forever Besties

Words just cannot express how my heart feels.

I mean, I thought my life was pretty much complete when Soleil Moon Frye and I became bff’s. (ok, maybe, slightly, possibly, a tiny exaggeration- but still )

And I’m pretty sure that because Soleil and Demi Moore are ACTUAL besties, she’s certainly mentioned me once or twice to the lovely Jules herself. I’m SURE they’ve had conversations about my fabulousness…and I’m SURE Soleil’s even shown Demi my Twitter pic and told her about my St. Elmo’s birthday. And I’m pretty much sure Demi and I are close to becoming good friends.

But, I mean, WOW. Now this?

Truly, truly touched.

The amazing iconic 80’s girl herself, Molly Ringwald just gave birth to twins- a boy and a girl.

And she actually named the girl after me!

Can you believe it???

My little namesake- sweet, precious Adele Georgiana.

Did you people know that Adele was my middle name? Cause even Molly knew that, what kind of friend are you?

I’ve long given up trying to get people to name their children Jennifer, after me. For goodness sakes, we don’t need any more of those in the world! So, instead, I try to convince people to name their girls Adele. And apparently Molly listened.

I heart you Molly. I really do. And if I ever have a little girl- I’m SO totally returning the gesture and naming her Molly Moon …after my 2 new bff’s.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Shavuot and Cheesecake

What is today people???

Today- is Shavuot!!!

What is Shavuot???

Well, let me tell you….

It happens 50 days after Passover. It marks the day that Moses went up to Mt. Sinai and received the 10 Commandments and the Torah!!! Hello people- THIS day in history…thousands of years ago- God started giving us the answers as to how to live our lives. Amazing.

AND….Jewish Tradition says….that when Moses was on the mountain and the presence of God came down…there was wind and fire…and Moses spoke in different languages- representing all the languages here on the earth.

And traditionally, it’s celebrated by staying up all night to study the Torah. Sorta, because, to make up for the Israelites at the bottom of the mountain who weren’t really doing what they were supposed to be doing while God and Moses were having their moment up at the top.

So fast forward a couple thousand years….Jesus died, rose and ascended to heaven. The disciples got together…in an upper room…to celebrate Shavuot and stay up praying and studying the Torah. Ya, that’s right…it wasn’t a random meeting people!! Suddenly….there was wind….and fire…..and lots of speaking in other languages. WOW. Hello! NOT only is today the day God says- Here is my Word….this is also the day the Holy Spirit first manifests and is active on the earth. AWESOMELY AMAZING!

And SOMEHOW…after celebrating this for 10 years…I only TODAY learn (because of Twitter! Hahaha!) that we are supposed to be celebrating it by eating lots of dairy…and CHEESECAKE! I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this excuse…er...I mean...this opportunity to eat Cheesecake!!

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Hmmmmm...possible Summer goal????

So I was looking up a verse on this morning (one of my most fav sites, fyi!) and they were advertising a new dealie-bob for the summer:
Read the entire Bible in 90 days!!

I think maybe I'm going to attempt it! Sounds a little crazy and overwhelming...but also a really fun challenge that could possibly hold my short-term-goal-attention-deficient-disorder.

It's going to start June 1st...come on people! Who wants to join in with me??? For reals!!!!

Friday, May 8, 2009

Admit it, ya'll have all been waiting for this post...

So I’m not TRYING to be controversial… I just find it hysterical that it’s SUCH a debate.

Why in the WORLD does it matter if Lubbock becomes a Wet county instead of Dry??
(no, that is not an open invitation for debate…) Blah blah blah with the facts….I think we can safely say there’s equal facts and counter-facts on each side. Honestly, I could actually care less if it’s Wet or Dry.

MY ISSUE: Is for goodness sakes- CHOOSE YOUR BATTLES CHURCH! And I find this particular battle at the very low end of the Importance Scale.

How about the skyrocketed teen pregnancy rates? The overwhelming statistics of STD’S? Hmmmm… What about the homeless? Or the children living in poverty on the East Side who don’t have running water in their house, and their only meal is what they get if they can figure out how to get to school that day?? Now see….THOSE are the battles I think the Church should fight for in Lubbock…or at the very least- put their money towards.

And it KILLS me… (ok, makes me laugh, for my literalist friends) that it’s made national CNN news AND now even World news! The UK is even reporting on this debate!

By far my favorite lines from these are: “When Prohibition was lifted way back in 1933, Texas was a little slow to catch on.” hahahahaha!!

Here are the links:




Now…The following is a Small Rant by Jenn, in which I’m sure will tick most of you off, so if you’re easily offended- I’d leave this site immediately…or skip down where it says Rant is over...

Fair warning.

I find the issue of not being able to drink alcohol if your a Christian absolutely ridiculous…and completely fueled by a Religious Spirit. Fact: Jesus drank. Fact: He even MADE alcohol. Fact: The Bible NEVER states it is wrong to drink- only that it is wrong to abuse it.
I find it disgusting that the Church has made this an issue and judges people who happen to buy a margarita when they have dinner. I am thankful that many Christians in the Bible Belt are slowly starting to realize this craziness and is no longer being driven by this insane mindset.

I find it appalling however, that instead of taking a stand in these new revelations- we have instead become closet-drinkers…and justify that it’s ok to drink in our homes (or when we're travelling outside of the city)…but just don’t do it in public for fear of offending someone.
Those offended are those with a judgmental mindset. Why should I appease them? Why should we perpetuate the Religious Stronghold?Of course, the argument of “What if an alcoholic sees you drinking-and that could cause them to stumble”. Maybe. Or- You can tell them they have to take responsibility for their poor choices, but that has nothing to do with you, who can drink and not abuse it. How about grow up?

Should we suddenly stop eating dessert in public for fear that a diabetic might see us and suddenly want to eat themselves into a coma?

Now, should you buy and eat a piece of cake in front of the diabetic? No.
Should you order a glass of wine when you’re at dinner with an alcoholic? Of course not, that would be rude, and downright mean.
There’s no extreme here people. Just. common. sense.

Rant is over.

Hmmmm….I was going to try to think of a funny statement for the entertainment of the people who may have purposefully skipped down to this part. But ummmmm….I can’t think of one. Hmmmmmm…maybe just- This rounds on me….!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Sarah the Fantastic

Well it’s been OVER a month- and I still haven’t told you about my two favorite birthday moments. So here’s one of them:

I had actually taken that day off of work…I didn’t have any plans…but life was crazy and I thought it was a good excuse to take a day for myself.

AND- I did CLEARLY announce this on facebook…but apparently not EVERYONE’S life revolves around my status updates (gasp!)…and my friend Sarah did NOT get the memo.

So I was on my way to have lunch w/Kris and Renee’…when I get a text from Sarah saying something about me not being at work and ruining her surprise! So, after lunch I was actually going to go test drive some cars and see if a miracle would happen (it didn’t, obviously) but I told her I would swing by her office to get the surprise.

She’s was kinda sad and disappointed that the full effect was lost…but she was a good sport anyways!

Here’s what happened….Sarah went and got me a big bouquet of balloons (funny random ones- Sesame Street, pink flamingo, etc.) and dressed up in pig tails and a cowboy hat and came skipping and bouncing into my office to surprise me!!

Well, when she asked for me, the receptionist told her I wasn’t there- but CLEARLY seemed thrown off by the whole thing! She asked Sarah (very slowly and unsure of her words) “Are you a delivery person…or…a…friend…of…Jenn’s….?” Basically- that translates to: “So are you actually PAID to dress up and do this…or are you just completely insane???”

Poor Sarah…I ruined her moment cause I wasn’t there! But when I got to her office, she did at least put the hat back on and let me take her picture!

AND- two of the balloons are still living!!! (ok, FLOATING to you technical people) Isn't that insane?? It's been like 6 weeks or something, and they're still brightening up my house! aaahhhh...

AND- I would like to take this moment to ALSO say that not only do I dearly love this crazy girl- but I'm SO incredibly proud and in awe of her!!! She just started being a foster mom!! I have so much respect for foster parents- because it's something I know I could never handle. But God is totally using Sarah to help show His love and unchanging character to these precious kids. For goodness sakes, who WOULDN'T want to go live in Sarah's world, even if just for a minute???

Now favorite moment number two will come a little later. It actually involves a background story…and a link to a new blog being started…stay tuned!

Friday, April 24, 2009


So if you've missed the LARGE amounts of celebrations on my Facebook and Twitter page...let me inform you now...


Soleil Moon Frye read my blog and is following me!!!!

And she responded to me: "Ahh thanks so much. You made my night!! My follow button is calling your name."

I'm ubberly giddy at the moment.

Course now her other devoted fans saw her reply to me...and my follower list is climbing by the minute. I may accidently reach Leslie's goal too. Sorry Leslie.
Only downside- there's even more pressure to be creatively funny...

SO- if you read the previous blog- I'm keeping to my promise and will retire the stalker job. And don't keep bothering her telling her to follow me! (but thanks for those of you that did!) we gots to work on those other twittergoals!

Punky Power!

Confessions of a Twitterholic:

OK. I’m REALLY not a Celebrity Stalker. I don’t care about autographs, pictures, etc.
For reals.

I’ve never purchased a tabloid. I hate all the gossip shows like Access, Extra, etc. I have watched occasionally- but as soon as they start delving in trying to figure out details that are far from the public’s business (details of divorce settlements, family dramas, etc.) I quickly turn the channel and refuse to be a part.
And honestly- I do LIKE to know stuff. I’m a very curious person by nature so I like to know if people are getting married or having babies- famous or not famous. I DON’T like all the drama around trying to find the info out. I believe we should just let the people make the announcements themselves when they’re ready…and just leave it at that.

But now there’s Twitter. And I’m afraid it’s messing with my brain. I signed up just to see if it was worth the hype-but purposefully was choosing to not follow “the Stars”…except for a few comedians who I find flippin hilarious and can keep me entertained throughout the day.

AND- I was blatantly refusing to follow Ashton Kutcher, basically because the rest of the world was…and I don’t usually like going with the flow. But then…he got in that whole CNN war where they tried to see which one could reach a million first…and well, I’d like to see anything associated with Ted Turner go down- and I got sucked in to the whole escapade.

WELL, as he was live on web cam getting closer and closer to the million mark…Demi’s running around behind him and talking…and for half a second- I was like- ohmygoodness- it’s Jules!!!! (St. Elmo’s Fire people- I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you know that!) AND- it did make me laugh to myself because my pic for Twitter is of the 80’s hair I was sportin’ for my St. Elmo’s Fire Birthday Bash.

But- it was just a momentary star-eyed moment. A flash in cyber space. And I was over it.

BUT THEN SUDDENLY…a friend of theirs comes over to be part of the celebration…and in bounces Soleil Moon Frye.

For goodness sakes people- PLEASE tell me you know Soleil Moon Frye…but if not…I’ll help you out…

Love her! Think she’s the cutest thing ever. And of course- found her on Twitter and started following her immediately.

THEN…a couple of days later…I don’t know WHERE the thought came from- but basically I decide that I want to figure out a way to get Soleil to follow ME on Twitter.
Now- as I’m planning this…and trying to figure out a cutesy and creative way to reveal this to her- she makes an update with a link of a story 'that made her smile':
Course, if you don’t want to go read- it’s basically Jack Gray (associated w/Anderson Cooper) telling the SAME story I just told you-of watching her with Ashton- and wanting to be her new best friend. WHATEVER!!!!!
I was SOOOOOOOO bitter! He stole my gig! Within mere hours of me coming up with it!

So I threw my cutsie appeal–reveal out the door and replied to her immediately telling her that he stole my angle and that all I wanted in life was for her to follow me.

And yet we wait.

Cause she’s still ignoring me.

And I have to admit, it hurts just a little.

So I’ve made COUNTLESS @replies to her. WAY more than I probably should be (but I have to stand out from over 2000 other people)-and I’m so afraid at any moment she’ll block me- and I’ll be devastated! I don’t think I’ll be ever be able to have anything to do with the 80’s again…and well, for goodness sakes- you know me, and know that would be the most unthinkable thing imaginable!

I tried to get her follow me when she’d be my 20th follower and I would be her 40th one to follow. I tried to convince her it was Divine Number Providence. She didn’t go for it.

I even tried writing to her upside down like this: ¡ǝɯ ʍoʃʃoɟ oʇ noʎ ʇǝƃ oʇ pɐǝɥ ʎɯ uo puɐʇs ʃʃ,I ¡ʃıǝʃos

I AM going to send her the link to this blog…so maybe THIS will work...

OK-now first off- I think all of you need to go follow her on Twitter @moonfrye and reply to her that she should follow me @jennpossible
(and nobody else better try to steal my idea and try to hog her for yourself!)

AND- if you have ANY other suggestions- please let me know!!!

Poor Soleil…if only she’d realize I’m not a creepy stalker…I’m just goal-oriented. And the moment she pushes FOLLOW- I’ll totally leave her alone and will be able to move on with my life.

And before you tell me I’m crazy- I have been ubberly inspired in my mission by @littlehann cause she somehow got Brittney Spears to follow her! Don’t tell me it can’t be done!!!

AND FYI- I’m inspiring others to have Twitter Goals and of course have bonded with those who already had goals before they knew mine…but I wanted to take a moment to give them a shout out- especially since the fabulous Leslie did so for me! It takes a village people…

Twitter Goals:

First and foremost (since it is MY blog): Operation MoonFrye!

@lesliesrich wants to have MORE people following her than she is following. Basically that means- go help the girl out and follow her (especially if you don’t know her!) but don’t be all sad, whiney, and rejected if she doesn’t follow you back!

@LexFritter wants to have Jimmy Fallon follow her

@chamandalynne wants to have Oprah follow her (we may all have to REALLY brainstorm on this one!!)

@bathanan wants Colin Firth (a.k.a. the REAL Mr. Darcy!) to follow her (even though he hasn't tweeted since November)

So does anyone else have Twitter goals???