Just Doing My Best: Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

This is my first blog. I've decided to start writing so that I can keep an extensive journal/scrapbook while my husband, Loren, is in Iraq for his second tour. He leaves in February and my son, Landon and I will be moving to Oregon to stay with my parents while Loren is gone.
Landon is almost 11 months old and he is the best thing that has ever happened to us. We waited for eight long years to have a baby and Landon was definately worth the wait. He is always so happy and easy going. He loves reading books, bathtime and playing with his Daddy.
That's all I have time to say today but I'm sure I'll be back very soon.

1 comment:

Joseph HemmertWednesday, February 01, 2006
That is a great opening Jackee
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Random Facts about Jack

When I chew a piece of gum, I have to split it in half and chew a piece on each side of my mouth.

I prefer email and texting to talking on the phone.

I have a fear of toothpicks and I never use them. I actually cringe when I see someone using one.

I don’t like my food to touch. If it were practical, I would use the cafeteria trays from grade school for all my meals so that everything has dividers.

My favorite color is “rainbow.” I love all colors.

My lucky number is 8.

I think popcorn smells better than it tastes.

I love flowers but I’d rather receive notes, cards, and/or letters instead.

My childhood nicknames were “Squid” and “Tiny Mite” – both given to me by my parents.

I talk out loud to myself throughout the day.

I cannot wear jewelry to bed because my body gets claustrophobic.

Styrofoam makes me nauseous and hearing people touch it makes me gag.

I hoard school supplies – especially pens, pencils, crayons, and markers.

I have never been skiing and I have no desire to.

My toenails are always painted.

I cannot let any part of my body hang over the side of my bed while I’m sleeping because the “monster under the bed” might grab me.

I don’t like “sides of the bed,” I like to switch it up.

I want to be buried in “ruby slippers” and for my casket to be engraven with, “there’s no place like home.”

Sometimes I still feel 17.