Monthly Archives: October 2011

The Age of Aquarius

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, the Aaaage of Aquariuuuu-uuuuuuuusss . . .

Not really. It’s just the dawning of a new domain name for me:

jennaseverythingblog.com

My darling and valued subscribers: please take note! Come with me to a whole new world (don’t you dare close your eyes) (sorry, feeling musical this morning) . . . where you will really just get more of the same. Recipes. Baby James. Reminiscences of my time as spy warlord/princess of the Appalachian mountain ranges. Probably some more recipes.

Just kidding about the warlord/princess part–but you probably already figured that out.

The format, for now, will look pretty much identical to what it has been, though I may still have minor tweaks and clean-up to do. Further changes may or may not happen–get ready to be surprised. Or not surprised, as the case may be.

Anyway, don’t get left behind at the old site, wondering why I’ve dropped off the face of the internet. Come join the fun! And if you’re a subscriber, make sure you switch on over to the new address!

Love you guys! Later this week, I continue the Indian food trend with this:

And even later, this:

And maybe even this . . .

. . . but only if you’re good.

Just kidding–you’re always good.

Whooppeee!

Mooooooom . . . I think we're out of Pop Tarts

During our Alaska vacation, Heidi and I developed a running joke about the future teenagehood of her lil’ baby, now 8-month old James. We got no end of amusement out of envisioning him tall, lanky, and awkward, with long-ish unkempt boy-hair, sagging pants, and a hilarious long-strided walk.

Heidi was uncannily good at imitating this imaginary future James. She could snap into character at the drop of a hat. Normally her carriage is very elegant–being a ballerina and a certified Pilates instructor, her spine is ramrod straight and she moves with grace and coordination. But as soon as I said the magic words ‘teenage James,’ she would slouch, stick her neck out, and start loping across the living room. With a bored, nonchalant, kind of spacey low voice she would say “Mooooom . . . I think we’re out of Pop Tarts.”

Entire dialogues took place, with Heidi herself switching back and forth and playing the parts of a Napoleon Dynamite-esque teenage James and his imaginary mother, an optimistic, bouncy, practical woman with a high, nasal, and quite cheery voice.

The scenarios were endless, and I couldn’t stop cracking up: his mom trying to get him to clean his room, James responding with “Mooooom, I don’t have time! Jeremy’s already here. I gotta go,” and loping off. His mom signing off on his report card. His mom trying to get him to take out the trash.

I tried to get into both characters as well, but Heidi was so much funnier just handling the entire back-and-forth herself. Heidi, oh Heidi. You are one of the funniest people I know.

I laughed so hard.

Right now he’s a baby . . .

. . . but it won’t be long before he’s lookin’ more like this.