Well it's that time of year...Roll up the Rim..!
That contest where NO ONE actually wins anything.
Seriously. I have never even heard of anyone winning anything more than a coffee
I am sipping my 5th tea, and have won two coffees. No flat screen, no camping gear, no car.
I've caught onto your lies Tim Hortons..
In other news my husband left me with this little gem as I was getting into the shower...naked...obviously...
"Justin Timberlake said real men like big booty-ed bitches"
I think I'll let that one roll around the old think tank before I respond..
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Monday, 27 February 2012
Waiting
I hate waiting. With a passion.
I have refreshed my e-mail about...342 times.
I'm waiting to hear back from agents.
Waiting for questions about my contract to be answered.
Just. Effing.Waiting.
I have doodled the word "Fuck" on my notepad seventy three times.
I think I need a drink.
I have refreshed my e-mail about...342 times.
I'm waiting to hear back from agents.
Waiting for questions about my contract to be answered.
Just. Effing.Waiting.
I have doodled the word "Fuck" on my notepad seventy three times.
I think I need a drink.
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Dedication
I find that the older I get, the harder it is to become truly dedicated to something.
I have attempted to diet many a time, and failed. I partially blame my husband - every time I tell him I'm dieting he goes on a love rant about how beautiful I am. I really do love that man.
Writing is another thing. I know I should write. I'm not suffering from any sort of writers block..i'm just...what's that word. ah yes. lazy.
Cleaning my house is another. But whatever. I will never be a dedicated house wife. Thank God matt is tidy.
You know who is the definition of dedicated though? Jordan, this little girl I used to babysit. Actually. Kids in general are dedicated to all sorts of activities. The example I'm thinking of brings a smile to my face every time my mind stumbles on it.
I was doing a week long stint of before/after school care for Jordan and her little brother. We were running behind, as usual, and I was hollering up the stairs for her to get her skinny behind into the car. She flew down the stairs, and before I could stop her, ran into the kitchen. I snuck around the corner to try and catch her sneaking more cookies, but to my surprise she was elbow deep in a bag of spinach. She quickly jammed a couple of handfuls into her backpack and put the spinach away.
When we were in the car she started playing with her plastic horses. I told her I had seen her putting spinach in her backpack, and asked her why she did it. She looked me right in the eye, held up the plastic horse, and said " They need to eat Jenna, duh" I could not argue.
Now that is dedication to a pet, plastic or real. I told her parents when they got home and they howled with laughter. For the past two weeks her backpack and sweaters had smelled funky but they couldn't figure out why. She had tons of wilted spinach, and lettuce, at the bottom of her bag.
ha ha ha ha. jeez..kids...one day i may have them...or just let my friends keep popping them out.
any who. that's about it for me.
peas.
I have attempted to diet many a time, and failed. I partially blame my husband - every time I tell him I'm dieting he goes on a love rant about how beautiful I am. I really do love that man.
Writing is another thing. I know I should write. I'm not suffering from any sort of writers block..i'm just...what's that word. ah yes. lazy.
Cleaning my house is another. But whatever. I will never be a dedicated house wife. Thank God matt is tidy.
You know who is the definition of dedicated though? Jordan, this little girl I used to babysit. Actually. Kids in general are dedicated to all sorts of activities. The example I'm thinking of brings a smile to my face every time my mind stumbles on it.
I was doing a week long stint of before/after school care for Jordan and her little brother. We were running behind, as usual, and I was hollering up the stairs for her to get her skinny behind into the car. She flew down the stairs, and before I could stop her, ran into the kitchen. I snuck around the corner to try and catch her sneaking more cookies, but to my surprise she was elbow deep in a bag of spinach. She quickly jammed a couple of handfuls into her backpack and put the spinach away.
When we were in the car she started playing with her plastic horses. I told her I had seen her putting spinach in her backpack, and asked her why she did it. She looked me right in the eye, held up the plastic horse, and said " They need to eat Jenna, duh" I could not argue.
Now that is dedication to a pet, plastic or real. I told her parents when they got home and they howled with laughter. For the past two weeks her backpack and sweaters had smelled funky but they couldn't figure out why. She had tons of wilted spinach, and lettuce, at the bottom of her bag.
ha ha ha ha. jeez..kids...one day i may have them...or just let my friends keep popping them out.
any who. that's about it for me.
peas.
Saturday, 25 February 2012
Why?
So i..damnit..So I have never really been into keeping a journal or anything. Not since I was nine and Gary W burned me by choosing Amy M over me instead. Not cool man, not cool. But I have recently been asked about my "web presence" and felt my presence was inadequate. Yes - I have a Facebook page. Who doesn't? I've recently begun to tweet. It's quite addicting. My pal Jolene, rantingsofawinehag.blogspot.com , recently started blogging and hers is too funny. I thought to myself, Hey Girl. You're kind of funny too. You should blog. So here I am.
Another reason is I wrote a book. It's called Second Hand Lace. It's a ghost story that rotates between 4 points of view and jumps between to points in time. It sounds confusing, but it really isn't. You can read it if you want. That very book recently got an offer of publication !!! Since I am brand new at this, and no one knows who I am, come Spring 2013 I am going to have to pimp my book to everyone Tom, Dick , and Harry in the world. I figured a good way to start this was blog tours. But in order to do a blog tour you...kind of need a blog.
Anyways. That's why I'm here. Typing on my finger print smudged Mac, perched on my couch, watching the February snow fall.
Another reason is I wrote a book. It's called Second Hand Lace. It's a ghost story that rotates between 4 points of view and jumps between to points in time. It sounds confusing, but it really isn't. You can read it if you want. That very book recently got an offer of publication !!! Since I am brand new at this, and no one knows who I am, come Spring 2013 I am going to have to pimp my book to everyone Tom, Dick , and Harry in the world. I figured a good way to start this was blog tours. But in order to do a blog tour you...kind of need a blog.
Anyways. That's why I'm here. Typing on my finger print smudged Mac, perched on my couch, watching the February snow fall.
Ello !!
Hello Kittens !!
How do I change the font on this thing...
Ah. Here we go. Easy reading, i'm-a-good-time-in-a-font Courier. Good. Now we can start.
Ola !
I'm Jenna. Jenna Lambiris. Formerly Lehne. I have a handsome husband, his name is Matt. I have two wonderful fur babies, Indi and Elli. I have a Mom and a Dad. I have a big family. Dustin, Levi, Carlee, Angel, and Mack - my brother in law. I read lots, watch TV and movies made for teenagers, and I write. I love travelling and food. I despise mushrooms and the dark. So....that's it. Now you know me. Who are you?
How do I change the font on this thing...
Ah. Here we go. Easy reading, i'm-a-good-time-in-a-font Courier. Good. Now we can start.
Ola !
I'm Jenna. Jenna Lambiris. Formerly Lehne. I have a handsome husband, his name is Matt. I have two wonderful fur babies, Indi and Elli. I have a Mom and a Dad. I have a big family. Dustin, Levi, Carlee, Angel, and Mack - my brother in law. I read lots, watch TV and movies made for teenagers, and I write. I love travelling and food. I despise mushrooms and the dark. So....that's it. Now you know me. Who are you?
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