Saturday, October 25, 2008

I love Oprah but...

I really enjoy watching Oprah. I think she has so many wonderful shows that are both educational and entertaining, HOWEVER.... I have a strong dislike for her taste in financial gurus. For the love of Pete, can she please stop having shows featuring Suze Ormann??? She is not only a little displeasing to look at, but the words that come out of her mouth make me want to jump through the television and strangle her. If I hear her say one more time that if you choose to pay your rent rather than pay your student loan payment you are being dishonest to yourself and to the company, I will have to start writing letters. Furthermore, (this is a ranting blog) an 8 month emergency fund would be nice, but come on!! People are struggling, people have no money to eat.

I am qualified to have these opinions because I am a bankruptcy attorney. I deal with people all day long that are barely making it. This isn't because they used credit cards to buy televisions, or furniture. It is because they used credit cards to eat, to drive to work, to LIVE.

Credit card companies are predators. They are evil. Of course someone is going to live on their credit cards when they have no job and can't afford the groceries. Seriously. It is tiring.

Don't worry, next time I will delete the Oprah that says Suze Ormann in the info box so I can actually write a nice blog.

At least something good can come from this....I love my job, I love helping people who have been struggling for months and years to make it and to pay off their debt. I love bankruptcy and the positive changes it can bring to someone's life.

I love the client that starts crying in my office because they will finally sleep at night and can stop worrying. I love the client that says we were sent to them from someone up above and we are the answers to their prayers. I love the client that brings Angie and Ben flowers and a card for all of their work. I love the client that pays the bankruptcy payment every month and is never late. I love the client that tells Emilee we can call at any time of any day because he considers us family. I love the client that says she has been helped more by my dad and I than all the therapists in her life. I love the client that tells my dad I am in great shape (that has nothing to do with this post, but I do love that).

In summary:
I will not watch Suze Ormann. I love my job. I love bankruptcy.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Who Knew

I should have known that this crazy baby would turn into my crazy boy. I should have seen it coming after analyzing this picture.
But he had tricks up his sleeve even then. He had wild crazy hair to distract me. No wonder I was not noticing the obvious.


Saturday, October 11, 2008

What in the World

So once upon a time Angie, Alysa, Myself and Owen went to Michaels. We went to find some beads for Angie so that she could make a necklace for her wedding. Angie and I were looking at the string and studying intently which would be better. Alysa came over to us draped in several feather boas. We thought she looked cute and laughed and went back to our project. A few minutes she came over to us and said, "Owen is doing something, Jennifer, you need to come see what he is doing.". "Oh dear, ok, I am coming". I continued to look at string with Angie. "Jennifer, you really need to come and see what Owen is doing." "I am coming".

I slowly make my way around the aisle and to my horror I see what seems like hundreds of feather boas lying on the floor. And he is not done! He is quickly pulling them off of the wall and throwing them in a big pile. "Ahhh!!" I scream. "What are you doing!!!" He continues to do this horrible thing. "Oh my, Oh my, Oh my!!, Alysa! I need your help, we need to put these back. Owen!! You sit down over here and DO NOT MOVE." Alysa and I start to try to hang them back up. I try to sort by colors but then I look at my pile of boas and after hanging and hanging and hanging, it is not moving!! We finally decide we will throw them back up on the wall in any fashion before anyone sees this mess.

Owen is sitting on a low shelf being punished. I think he is sitting nicely. I am WRONG. He is collecting a new pile of boas and stashing them on his low shelf. He slowly takes another and another and another. Seriously!! Who is this child.

Alysa and I are still picking up boas, endlessly picking up boas, when the inevitable happens... the unsuspecting employee heads down our aisle. This woman is obviously angered. She still sees too many boas on the floor and a pile of feathers, stray feathers partly from the boas and partly from the large bag of feathers partially opened which Owen grabbed and shook all over. She says nothing to us, quietly scoops up the remaining pile of boas and storms away. Still not saying anything, she comes back over with a broom and vigorously begins sweeping up the remaining stray feathers. She was so mad. Owen did not care and Noni couldn't stop laughing.







Thursday, October 9, 2008

The Sun




Owen's first picture that actually resembles something that I can figure out.

Here is a picture of the sun.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

P.S.

Oh, and P.S. Greg, perhaps you should stay away from my blog.

Ha Ha

Greg thinks he is so funny. I have to post something, anything!! I can't let that scary picture that Greg put on, be the top of my blog. I thought Greg's eye scared me, well now my own blog scares me!!!

Very funny honey.

I'm fine... (REPOSTED BY JEN)


Dear Jen,


You should have seen the other guy.... (there used to be a picture here but the content has been removed by the true author of this blog.)
Love,


Greg

Monday, October 6, 2008

Eye Update

Dear Greg, Part II

Your eye scares me.


Love,

J

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Didn't You Get the Memo

Dear Greg,

Apparently you didn't get the memo. I guess I better let you know what it said...

1. Don't invite guys to play football with you that measure in at 6'4'' and weigh somewhere in the range of 270.

2. If you do invite the guy that could have actually played professional football and you find yourself running toward each other, immediately turn and run away.

Now see, if you would have read the memo before you played football today, you may not look like this tonight.
and this..
And this.

I am sorry that I said you looked like Sloth from Goonies. But you do. I am thinking that perhaps next time you should stick to the football games in the comfort of your own home. The ones that take place with you sitting on the couch. Either that, or you could take my Broncos football helmet.

Tell them your wife made you.

Love,
J

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Bedtime, Babies, and Infertility

1. Bedtime - Daddy gets him ready for bed. They put on jammies, get "night orange juice" (which by the way, became day night orange juice the other morning), brush teeth, pick out 5 books, (or I should say, pick out 7 books, lay them out on the floor, Greg then says, "choose the one you want very most....then which one.....then which one" and so on, then the final two go back - this happens every night), then we lay in the bed to read.

My dream is that a. he falls asleep while we are reading our carefully selected 5 books, or b. that after 5 books I could kiss his head and say goodnight. I never get my dream.

I love the night. I love to watch one of my many shows (Days of Our Lives, Oprah, Project Runway, America's Next Top Model, Brothers & Sisters, Amazing Race, and a few others better left unsaid, those should probably stay between me and my DVR). I also love the world of blogging, reading blogs (those I know as well as those I stumble on and now believe I know), and writing on my blog. Or, I occasionally love getting some much needed work done. None of these things happen when I lay in bed with him because I FALL ASLEEP. It is likely that more often than not, I am asleep before him.

Tonight I told him the new plan was that after 5 books I was going to go get some things done and he could stay awake as long as he wanted in the bed. He cried while I sat at the computer. And he cried. And he cried some more. I told him I was staying close and I wouldn't leave the room. Of course, I finally went back, he was soaking wet from sweating so much. He said he loves to lay with me and wants to lay with me for a long long long long long long long long time (there were actually a ton more longs, but too many to type, you get the picture). In fact, he said he wants to be with me all day long. Now I am crying. Oh Owen. My poor sweet Owen. Maybe I could be a morning person? A person can change after 32 years, right?

2. Babies - We went to my friend's house this afternoon to see her new baby. Owen has been asking all week when we were heading that way. He asked me today if the baby was crying and asking where Owen was. Um, not exactly little buddy. Owen held her teeny baby, weighing in under 6 pounds. I was a little worried how Owen would respond to the baby, but he did an excellent job!! He did however tell me after we arrived home, that he couldn't hold the baby anymore because she was too stinky, like poop. He still seemed to like her despite her smelling like poop (which she did not). Thanks to our sweet friends for letting Owen inflict his bad wild habits on his friend and for letting Owen hold the baby. We had a great day!!

3. Infertility - Yep, still not pregnant. This month I got smart. The doctor wanted me to go in on day 13 for an ultrasound. Based on the past and a feeling that the 13th was too early, I took my chances and went in on day 16 (this was in an attempt to try to save some money and time). I knew that on day 13 he would tell me to come back on day 15 and then again on day 17. No 3 ultrasounds for me. Only 1. He gave me the shots and the follow ups to take home. Another month of shots and another month of nothing. I added acupuncture to my treatments (which I love by the way, and would recommend it to anyone!) as well as a session using Integrated Awareness. (I found out my energy is all turned around and there are some things that I need to let go of).

Now I am currently taking a small break from the shots and doctor. They just don't feel like the answer to me right now. Perhaps they are in the long term, but just not now. I am working on focusing what I do have and not what I don't have. I read an article the other day in my Yoga Journal about a woman who had been trying to get pregnant for years with no luck. She was asked by a friend "Have you considered that maybe the timing of your conception isn't only up to you? Perhaps there is the spirit of the baby to consider. Who is to say that he or she doesn't have some say in all of this". (Yoga Journal, October, 2008, Light Fantastic by ory Sipper). This seemed to work for me. With no medical reason that I cannot get pregnant or rather my diagnosed "unexplained infertitlity", this statement just makes sense to me. It just isn't the right time. Maybe it won't ever be the right time. But we have Owen and we are happy.

Maybe I just need to go back to the basics....Owen said the other day, "mommy, I want a baby". "Do you want a boy or a girl", "Just a baby", he said. "Ok, well, hopefully we can have a baby soon" I replied. Owen said, "Let's call someone and get a baby". "Sweetheart, I don't know who to call to get a baby". "Maybe daddy". "Well, that is a good place to start".