A caged animal
freed! Bring on the beers, bar maids!
Live band, beer, heaven!

Blue Moon, so tasty
1 beer, 2 beers, 3 beers, 4
Room begins to spin

Everything’s funny!
Everyone’s my new best friend!
Let’s drink some more beer

A wise husband stops
“No more drinks, Jennifer”
Party is over

Three beers too many
Seemed like a good idea
Cold bathroom floor waits

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I am thankful….

that I am not in Alabama right now.

that I won’t be venturing out into the madness that is Black Friday.

for Sweet Potato Casserole.

for Target.

for my camera.

for DVR (although I hear TiVo is far superior).

for baby yawns.

for baby cuddles.

for baby breath.

for the thrill that Carson got playing with his little buddy’s Thomas train set.

that my children are healthy.

for Pottery Barn and Pottery Barn Kids.

for the Internet.

for footie PJ’s

for a great haircut.

for my friends and family.

for Tate.

Happy Turkey Day everyone! And for my Canadian, British, Australian, non-U.S. resident readers, Happy Thursday!

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Have I ever told you all how much I loathe David Caruso?

Well, I do.

His character, Horatio, on CSI: Miami makes my skin crawl. I’d like to kick him and his sunglasses wearing, dramatic slow-talking, one-liner self in the balls.

That is all.

This lame post was brought to you by a brain-dead NaBloPoMo participant.

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The other day when I was finishing up the final post about how Tate and I came to be, I read through several pages of old emails that we’d sent back and forth.

I copied a few of them and re-emailed them to Tate with a note saying something about “remember when you used to write me these sweet emails.”

That night, we reminisced about the things we used to do in early love.

“Remember when we could sit and just stare at each other for hours?”

Oh yeah. I do remember.

“Remember when we used to talk for hours on the phone and never run out of things to talk about.”

Yeah (said dreamily).

“Remember when we didn’t fart in front of each other?”

[Insert Beavis and Butthead laughing]

“Remember when you didn’t nag me so much?”

Ahh, those were the days.

“Remember when I didn’t mind it when you touched me?”

[Sigh]

“Remember when we would rather do it instead of sleep?”

[Verrrrry heavy sigh]

“Remember what is was like before kids and we could sleep in, leave at a moments notice without packing for an army, or when our lives weren’t dictated by naps?”

Meh. This life is far better.

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I currently have very limited access to a computer. I last checked my email on Saturday at 3:30, cannot view my site on this computer, and am having severe withdrawal symptoms that include interacting with people face-to-face rather than on the computer.

See you all in a few days.

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Need to catch up? Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. The prequel to all this is here.

Tate and I began emailing back and forth. Our email topics included thrilling subjects such as hockey, the weather, and our weekend plans. Nothing romantic, just friendly get-to-know you kind of stuff. In November, I was surprised to get a call from Tate inviting me to a party with his friends that he was coming back to Missouri for. Luckily my very busy social and hot date calendar wasn’t already filled (ha!) so I jumped at the chance to go and spend the weekend with him.

There was never an awkward moment between us. He was kind and considerate, always making sure to introduce me and (not surprisingly) keeping me well supplied with beer. A lady never kisses and tells, but since I’ve never been accused of being a lady, lemme tell ya, he was an excellent kisser. And that’s all I have to say about that.

I told my mom after I got home, that I thought he’d be the guy I would marry.

Here’s the email he sent me after the weekend. I have saved every email from him from November 9, 1998 until now.

Jenny, Hello and good morning. I am glad to hear you had a good weekend, because I had a wonderful time. It was so good to finally get to see you after so long. The only negative to the weekend is the fact that it went so fast. I did not want you to leave on Sunday. I guess that is a bit selfish, but I enjoyed your company. It’s good news your drive back went well. Thank you so much for doing all the driving this weekend. [My friends] started in on me soon after you left, but it was expected. I knew they were just chomping at the bit to rib me while you were there. I am surprised that they didn’t tease you anymore then what they did. My flight was quick and painless mostly because I slept the entire flight. I hope you do call this week, but if I have not heard from you don’t think you are off the hook because I may have to call you. I work second shift all this week 3p-11p. I usually get home around midnight my time. Jenny thank you again for coming to Rolla this weekend I had a great time. Talk to you soon. Tate

Within 10 days, the emails included words like “darling” and “sweetie.”

It took very little time for us to become a couple. Whenever he could, Tate came back to Missouri and we spent time together. In January, I flew to Knoxville. By February we decided that when I graduated that May I’d move to Knoxville so we could be together.

Even with my lackluster long distance relationship history, I knew that this time was different. We just WERE meant to be.

Reading through the old emails makes me feel that butterfly, ooey gooey, sloppy in love drunk feeling. I miss that.

This concludes only the beginning of our love story. There are many, many years to go.

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In reference to yesterday’s post about my multiples names, I am somehow not offended when my blogging comrades call me Jen. I just don’t like it when I’ve recently been introduced to someone (as Jenny or Jennifer) and they just start calling me Jen.

There. I feel better now.

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Most Darling Internetz,

Those of you with un-nickname-able names are lucky. With a name like Jennifer, I have a plethora of nicknames of which to choose. Perhaps “plethora” is a bit of an exaggeration, but there are at least two nicknames that I’ve been called.

When I was a baby, I was called Jennifer. Sometime during my childhood, Jennifer was reduced to Jenny. Most everyone I know from my childhood, all the way up through college and a few years beyond knows me as Jenny.

My parents call me Jenny. My husband calls me Jenny.

A few years ago, I decided that I’d prefer to be called Jennifer. This wasn’t a decision that I announced like, “hey people who’ve called me Jenny for over 20 years! Yes, you! Call me Jennifer now, mkay?” Nothing like that, I just started introducing myself to new people as Jennifer. Whenever Tate introduces me to new people, he does so as Jenny. This has caused some hard to explain moments.

At Carson’s recent birthday party, my people-who-call-me-Jennifer friends were brought together with my people-who-call-me-Jenny friends. Each was surprised to hear me called by the other name. “But I thought you hated Jenny?” (I do kinda.) “I didn’t know you preferred to be called Jennifer?” (Yep) While I’d prefer to just go by Jennifer, it would be odd to hear my childhood friends or my parents to start calling me Jennifer at this point. This seems to make people feel weird, though, when they find out about my double name possibilities.

To further complicate manners, there are people who call me Jen. The funny thing about this is if complete strangers automatically ASSume they can just shorten my name and call me Jen, it irritates me to no end. I don’t feel this way if a friend up and decides to call me Jen, even if they’ve never asked.

A final thought on names…since Ella has become a thumb sucker, can I keep the “Binky Bitch” moniker? Is that breaking some sort of sacred Internet rule if I’m continued to be called by a name that no longer accurately describes me?

Your (hot as hell) friend,
Jen
Jenny
Jennifer
Binky Bitch

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