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Things need not have happened to be true. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. December 29th, 2008. After the holiday: An xmas post-mortem. Ah, Christmas. I love Christmas. I am not one of those people who gripe about the crowds, nor am I one of those people who spends a lot of time searching for random, thoughtful-seeming presents for coworkers and distant relatives. We're not exactly living. Little House in the Big Woods. Here (per last year's rumination. That there were four kids all there...
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There was a time in my life when I awaited the announcement of the. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. There was a time in my life when I awaited the announcement of the Oscar nominations the way some people await the NFL draft. (There was also a time in my life when I weighed in at 130 lbs., bought things just because they caught my eye, and sang Janis Joplin songs at parties. Things change.). Ive hardly seen any of the nominated films at all, but that doesnt mean I dont have an opinion!
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Things need not have happened to be true. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. January 24th, 2012. There was a time in my life when I awaited the announcement of the Oscar nominations the way some people await the NFL draft. (There was also a time in my life when I weighed in at 130 lbs., bought things just because they caught my eye, and sang Janis Joplin songs at parties. Things change.). And for what may be the first time ever, I havent seen any of the Best Picture nominees: Not even ONE!
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Things need not have happened to be true. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. January 24th, 2012. There was a time in my life when I awaited the announcement of the Oscar nominations the way some people await the NFL draft. (There was also a time in my life when I weighed in at 130 lbs., bought things just because they caught my eye, and sang Janis Joplin songs at parties. Things change.). And for what may be the first time ever, I havent seen any of the Best Picture nominees: Not even ONE!
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Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. My goodness, but its been a long time, eh? Dear Livejournal, do you forgive me? Will you take me back? 1/23/12 04:26 am (UTC). 1/24/12 03:48 am (UTC). If you're back to stay, yes. If not, then yes. But still. 1/24/12 05:07 am (UTC). Yay signs of life! 1/24/12 05:45 pm (UTC). Have you learned the error of your ways? Have you accepted that LJ has capabilities and possibilities that FB does not and never will have? Powered by LiveJournal.com.
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A sweet gesture, filtered through the mind of a 5YO. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. A sweet gesture, filtered through the mind of a 5YO. This morning, Zeke accidentally fluttered his eyelashes against my face. A butterfly kiss! What's a butterfly kiss? He asked. I was sure we'd been over this before. But. I brushed his cheek with my eyelashes. He shrieked with mock horror: Aaaaaaaarrrrgh! You kissed me with your EYE! And then he dissolved in laughter. Powered by LiveJournal.com.
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Things need not have happened to be true. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. December 29th, 2008. After the holiday: An xmas post-mortem. Ah, Christmas. I love Christmas. I am not one of those people who gripe about the crowds, nor am I one of those people who spends a lot of time searching for random, thoughtful-seeming presents for coworkers and distant relatives. We're not exactly living. Little House in the Big Woods. Here (per last year's rumination. That there were four kids all there...
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The worst Christmas song ever? Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. The worst Christmas song ever? It's got to be The Christmas Shoes, right? C'mon You can complain about your novelty annoyances, and they wear pretty thin, but they're also pretty easily dismissed. For starters, what little boy has the faintest idea what size shoe his mom wears? That's right - I said movie. Calls it a little song with a big message. Um? That dying women need footwear, too? That Jesus has high fashion standards?
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Things need not have happened to be true. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. January 24th, 2012. There was a time in my life when I awaited the announcement of the Oscar nominations the way some people await the NFL draft. (There was also a time in my life when I weighed in at 130 lbs., bought things just because they caught my eye, and sang Janis Joplin songs at parties. Things change.). And for what may be the first time ever, I havent seen any of the Best Picture nominees: Not even ONE!
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Things need not have happened to be true. Blount Co. Public Library. My Apple Tree: Wenso. December 19th, 2008. The worst Christmas song ever? It's got to be The Christmas Shoes, right? C'mon You can complain about your novelty annoyances, and they wear pretty thin, but they're also pretty easily dismissed. For starters, what little boy has the faintest idea what size shoe his mom wears? That's right - I said movie. Calls it a little song with a big message. Um? That dying women need footwear, too? This ...