Lemon Squeasy

Why is it that the scones in London are better than American made scones? Why is it that the pizza in Italy is better than the pizza here? And WHY THE HECK is the sushi in Japan better THERE than HERE?

Also, I’ve never actually been to any of these places, I’ve just heard rumors…

Well, here’s why. Because it’s their thing. The same way that the USA has freaking awesome fried chicken. And the same way that everybody has a skill that they specialize in, and no one can hold a match to them.


I love to cook. Love it. The idea of culinary school was even tossed around when it was time to decide on my career path after high school.


I would never ever in a bazillion years challenge somebody like…ohhhh, I don’t know…Gordon FREAKING Ramsey to a cook off. That would be defined as setting myself up for failure.

And do you know why I wouldn’t do something like that? Because cooking is Gordon Ramsey’s thing.

Sooooo. Here’s the lesson:

Everybody has a “thing.” Whether it’s cooking, cars, writing, being funny, being smart, being creative, etc…

Take pride in it. But be careful, don’t boast.

There are several “things” that I wish I could call mine. Like, GEEZ, I suck at math. I really, really suck at math. I WISH that I didn’t. It sure would make school a lot easier. But, I’m better at the arts. Literature and English are my JAM! Maybe it isn’t as useful as math, but hey, at least I’ve got something.

And here’s another lesson…

My gosh, I’m so darn jealous of the “things” that I don’t have. Like SPORTS! I really wish I was good at sports. Any sport at all. But NOPE!

“This child will be in the art club and the drama club.”


And bada bing, bada boom, Jenny was made.

Isn’t there some kind of saying about life handing you lemons? Well, it’s time to make some gosh darn lemonade.


Not asking for a pat on the back or anything, but I guess I’m kinda sorta maybe ok with not being good at certain things…EHEM…lots of things. Oh goodness, it’s embarrassing…I don’t want to talk about it.

I have a proposal:

Let’s you, me, and everybody in between, have a one person talent show. Make a mental list of the things that you can do, and be sure to acknowledge the things that you aren’t so nifty at…even if it’s something silly like driving a stick shift. Yes, that was a tough one for me to accept.

It’s time to be happy. Go and showcase your special talents. HEY, but don’t be a show off…nobody likes those guys.

Congratu-freaking-lations to the “math” fellas out there. Y’all don’t even scare me…psh.

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No, not that kind of tea…

Sitting down this morning with my cup of tea. Doctoring it up to tickle my fancy. As I watch the teabag sink to the bottom of my cup, it immediately starts to influence the clear water.

Is that a bad thing? No. Is that what the teabag is supposed to do? Yes.

Know your purpose, my friends.

If you are unfamiliar with how to make tea, it requires some waiting. You must first fill up your kettle with water. That takes time. Then, you must place the kettle on the hot stove and wait for the kettle to scream. That takes time. In the meantime, you must take down your favorite mug and place your teabag in it. After you hear the beautiful sound of the kettle screeching, remove it from the heat. Carefully pour your steaming water over your teabag. Now, you must wait for it to steep. Guess what? That takes time.

Fast forward approximately four minutes. What have you got? A cup of tea! Finally! But, isn’t it good? Wasn’t it worth the wait? For me, it 100% is. Every single time.

Ok, ok, ok…

That’s my fun little way of getting my point across.

Let me ask you, did you get anything from my little tutorial? I believe I was pretty clear.

HEY, good things take time. It could be a relationship, it could be a career, it could be LITERALLY ANYTHING. What is that thing that you’re waiting for?

Well, now that you ask, I’m waiting on my college degree. SIX YEARS in the making, guys. I’ve finally arrived to my last year. It’s going to feel SO good when I finally get to call myself a college graduate. And no, I’m not upset that I still have to call myself an undergrad.

It SUCKED to call myself an undergrad when the last school year wrapped up. All of my friends were graduating, and had a pretty good idea of the future. They had it all together. And I was so JEALOUS.

Well, that’s when my tea (*cough cough* GOD) taught me something.

Don’t rush yourself. That’s unfair. You are who you are. And that should be enough. That is enough. Maybe I’m a fool, but I think that everything happens for a reason. I know that I didn’t finish my college career in 4 years because I would have gone CRAZY if I had signed up for even one more semester hour. And for the sake of others, it’s a good thing that I am just now finishing.

Oh, and of course, there’s a bazillion other things in my life that happened for a reason, at the right time, and WASN’T just a huge coincidence. But, I’ll bore you with the details some other time.

Isn’t it funny how God works? He taught me that lesson through TEA!

And to think that I was just waiting on my morning shot of caffeine…ha.

Mental Health, Petty, Uncategorized

Breaks are Healthy…

WHOA!! That was uncalled for. I’m so sorry. What has it been, like a YEAR since I’ve posted on my beloved blog? Guys, I’m sorry, I’ve been busy. How’s that for a crummy excuse?

Seriously though…it’s been since the end of last summer since I posted anything. I was an insecure, emotional, little child (HA, still am)! Aaaand that’s why I needed this amazing outlet that allowed my little brain to say whatever the heck it wanted.

And hey, can you guess why I’m back?? Because my little brain is ready to let it all out again.

Ha, listen to me. Acting like I have lots to say. Maybe, just maybe, I actually do. Stay tuned to find out…

How’s THAT for petty?!


Peaceful Easy Feeling

Glenn Frey, guitarist/vocalist for “The Eagles”, sings the lyrics “I’m already standing on the ground”, crediting it to a romantic relationship with a woman. In fact, he claims that he has a “peaceful easy” feeling because of her. Now, is this the way that you should feel in a trusting, lovely relationship such as the one featured on the track? Well, yes! Of course! But, it may surprise you to know the real inspiration behind the song.

Jack Tempchin, our lyricist here, did not write this song based on reality. In fact, he wrote it based entirely on fantasy.

Imagine a naive, young man trying to make it in the music industry, booking as many gigs as possible. Tempchin had landed a gig at a local coffee shop, where he developed an attraction to a server. She, however, did not feel the same way. Knowing that he couldn’t have her struck the nerve in his brain that is responsible for the lyrics of “Peaceful Easy Feeling“.

The next morning, after spending the night on the floor of the coffee shop, Tempchin headed back to his San Diego home. There, he shared his new track with his friends, who were all musicians, as well. As they were discussing changes to the song over coffee, he and the boys would stare out the window at all of the pretty ladies. One lady in particular struck Tempchin’s eye. A lady with dark skin and sparkling earrings. Yes, the same lady in the first verse of the song.

Jack Tempchin was finally done with his musical masterpiece, and like an eager child, he rushed home to show it off. As he played his new song, a young man named Glenn Frey overheard him. He explained that he had a new band called “The Eagles”, and if he would be willing to let them work with the song. The rest is history.

The very next day, Glenn brought Jack a cassette tape. He listened to what they had done with his song, and he was speechless.

Later that year, 1972, Jack was traveling across America with the radio playing in the background. “Peaceful Easy Feeling” came on the airwaves, and he knew that he had made it.

Today, “Peaceful Easy Feeling” remains one of the band’s most popular songs, and reached No. 22 on the charts. Tempchin’s original lyric sheet is on display at The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. It appeared on “The Eagles'” debut album.

Don’t worry about me… I’m already standing on the ground.


My Farewell Letter

I knew this day would come. I just didn’t know that it would be so soon. My cousin (I swear, he was born yesterday) left for COLLEGE…

College…it’s a wonderful thing…when it’s, like, 5 minutes away. In this case, it’s FOUR DANG HOURS AWAY! Miles, my 18 year old cousin, has been stolen from me by The University of Alabama. They’re going to keep him for approximately four years before we get him back.

Sure, he’s happy, and sure, he’s in good hands. But UGH!!! I miss the dude!

When Miles left, our entire, ginormous family went into a tizzy. All of our combined feelings came together to form a giant ball of emotions. We all wrote letters to him, and tried not to cry all over each other. I would like to say we succeeded, but….

When I was writing my letter, with every other word I wrote came another emotion. Sad, angry, sentimental, giggly, and a touch of “I-want-ice-cream”. I know the lil dude is happy and having the absolute time of his life. But…just…when did my tiny little baby get to the age where it’s legal for him to drive a freaking car? AND WHEN THE HECK DID HE GET OLD ENOUGH TO GO TO COLLEGE?! I’ve been preparing for this day ever since his voice got lower. It still wasn’t enough time.

If you’re in the mood to read one of my emotional blobs, stick around. I’ve gotcha covered.

Behold, my soppy letter:

Miles. Freaking. Thomas. Don’t laugh at me for being the most cliche cheeseball EVER, but…I remember when you were a lil peanut!! You were the most adorable peanut I’ve ever seen! Ya know, I can’t really help the fact that I’m an emotional twenty-something year old, (especially when my favorite cousin named Miles is leaving me) but I CAN control the overwhelming urge to come up to Bama every weekend to squeeze your cheeks and embarrass the heck out of you in front of all your cool friends. It’s hard, but I’m doing this for you…you’re welcome.

So. I believe it’s time for some comic relief (ya know…so that I can distract myself from from the little girl inside me that keeps reminding me that you’re about to be 4 hours away).

Remember when we were all at your house, and I convinced you that I had seen Bloody Mary in the bathroom mirror? It scared the bajeezus out of you. But, hate to tell ya, the story doesn’t end there. You finally got smart and called me out for being a big, full of crap, bully. Well. After you forgave me and we were friends again, we all, as a family, went out to a Mexican restaurant. If I remember correctly, we were celebrating my 16th birthday, and I just KNEW that my dad was going to request a pie to be smashed in my face. Unfortunately for you, I had planned to have the pie smashed in YOUR face. I went up to our waiter, explained the whole situation, (I’m a big jerk, I’m trying to prank my cousin, etc.) and he was on board. The entire staff came out a few minutes later, put the sombrero on MY head to throw everybody at our table off, and stood by me as if I was about to get a face full of pie. Oh…but that was not the case. Our waiter snuck up behind you, armed with a plate full of whipped cream, and BAM! He totally caught you off guard. Right then and there, you knew that I was the one behind it all, and you just stared at me. I laughed my little arse off, thinking that I was off the hook. Nah, bro. There was a pie for me, too. BAM! Now we both were covered in whipped cream and the entire restaurant was staring. You weren’t mad at me, because I had made a huge fool out of myself, and you were nice enough to let my uber embarrassment be your sweet, sweet revenge. So. Thank you for that.


PS: Roll tide, ya little twerp. Love you.


I’m not always like this butttt…

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have your moments, too. I’m an emotional person, ok? I’ll cry over nonsense and get made fun of because of it.


I had to go into this fancy building the other day. I’m wearing a dress, heels, and all I’m carrying are my keys and my phone. I look like the least intimidating person ever. I have to go through security before entering the main building. I put my keys and my phone on the tray and gave the officer a really high pitched “hiiii.”

He wasn’t amused.

“There’s pepper spray on your key chain. You can either take it back to your car right now or I’m going to confiscate it. You will not get it back.”

I teared up. He used the word “confiscate!” It sounded so police-like! For a minute I thought he was going to arrest me. It was terrifying!

In a soft voice, I said:

“My feet hurt, and it’s a long walk to my car. You can have it.”

Without saying a word, he took my pepper spray off of my keychain and handed my keys back to me.

*sniffle sniffle*

I took them from him and whispered, “have a nice day.”

I made my way to the lobby of the building and another officer stopped me. I guess you can say that I wear my emotions on my sleeve, because he saw that I was about to break down into a big puddle of emotions.

“Ma’am, is everything ok? Was that your pepper spray?”

“Oh, yes sir, but it’s ok. I’ve never used it anyway. I’ve just always kept it with me in case I ever needed to protect myself.”

“Oh, well you made a smart move. Those things go bad after about 9 months.”

“Oh, ok. Thank you. Have a nice day!”

That made it a little bit better. But it still didn’t stop the wild emotions that I was feeling.

I fast walked to the nearest bench as a tear rolled down my cheek. I hung my head and let out the quiet sob that I had been holding in for way too long. Let me tell you, it’s been a whirlwind of events these past few weeks. It wasn’t just my pepper spray being confiscated that made me break down. I’ve realized some things over the past few weeks. I’ve made some pretty big sacrifices for some things that turned out to be nonexistent. I didn’t go to my dream college so that I could stay here and chase after something that I ended up regretting. Fast forward a year, and all I regret now is not going with my gut. Who knows where I would be?

Deep stuff, but I learned my lesson.

Moral of the story:

• Crying is healthy. Don’t hold back something that you’ve been putting in any amount of effort keeping in.

• Don’t make sacrifices for anything or anyone that you’re not sure is here to stay.

• Take time for your mental health, whether it be going out with friends, spending time with your family, or (my personal fave) getting a mani pedi!

Maybe if I would have taken this advice earlier, I wouldn’t be crying in public. Luckily, nobody saw me…I don’t think.

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I just turned 22 *deep breaths, deep breaths*

I don’t know about you, but I feel that the older you get, the more pressure is thrown at you.

“Are you married yet?”

“Do you have kids?”

“Do you live by yourself?”

GUYS, I’M A JUNIOR IN COLLEGE! I’m working on it. I’m not married, I definitely don’t have children, (but I have a really cute dog!!) and I still live with my mom (remember how I told you that I’m still in college?)

Remember the cute dog I was talking about?

If you’re interested at all, I’m working on a Bachelors degree in Communications with a focus in Public Relations. At least I know what I’m doing with my life! Now…somebody come pat me on the back.

To make you feel a tad bit better, here’s a look into my first experiences at college:

When I graduated high school, I was a little bitty 17 year old…yes, I was one of the youngest in my graduating class. I was planning on pursuing a degree in psychology. I enrolled in a community college near me, and began taking all of my basic classes (because I still wasn’t positive that I wanted to go for psychology). After about a week in school, I decided that I wanted to be a marine biologist, instead. It just sounded cool, ok?? Well…I took biology (just basic biology) and it scared me off. I changed my major, once more, to social work. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it WAS NOT for me.

I was ready to raise the white flag, when my dad came up with an idea. “Hey Jen, have you ever thought about majoring in Public Relations??” No, dad. No, I haven’t. But, I am now.

Long story short, I took one glance at the degree plan (no math, woohoo!) and fell in love. I’m so happy that I’m doing what I’m doing. It took a lot of praying and a deep conversation with my dad to get me where I am today.

So…to everybody out there who doesn’t know yet. Who feels like they need to have their life together by the time they graduate high school. Here’s my advice to you:

Take a deep breath, and be still and know.

For a quick elaboration, keep reading…

Take a deep breath

Stop everything for a minute, and take a breath. Just close your eyes and turn on some music (cello music is my fave!!) and relax. Your body just needs a minute or two to relax.

Be still

I’m going to tell you right now, this is the hardest part for me. It involves being patient and waiting. Being still, meaning “be patient”, is a critical step in the process. Maybe God’s timing is different than your own. But God has PERFECT timing. Trust in Him, and He will make your paths straight.


Know that you are in the place that you’re in. So many people go through the “denial” phase. If you don’t know what you’re doing with your life, admit that to yourself. Or even better, admit it to a close friend. It really helps to talk about it!

Don’t worry if you’re 22 and aren’t married with two kids…because that’s about where I am right now.

I’m still smilin’!

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