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The Eyes Have It

March 26, 2009 By Jendi 1 Comment

I realized that I squeeze my eyes tight to go to sleep. I’m trying to break the habit. It was a subconscious thing: It’s time to sleep, and if I squeeze my eyes shut I’ll stop thinking of the million things I have to do and fall asleep really quick.

It doesn’t work.

Now I try to think of relaxing my muscles from my forehead to my toes. Well, I think forehead.. eyes.. nose.. mouth.. neck.. shoulders.. toes. Then I relax my eyes again.

If you see extra wrinkle lines around my eyes you’ll know why.

Filed Under: Mommy Stuff Tagged With: eyes, personal

You Ought To See The Other Gal

October 28, 2008 By Jendi 2 Comments

I’ve had 3 black & blue eyes in my life time, but not all at once.

Now I know that you who have seen my video think, “What did that cute girl ever do to get a black eye?”

Those of you that know me in real life are probably laughing, or shaking your head, or both.

None of my black eyes were from a fight, and that’s the story I’m sticking with. No, really they weren’t.

Number one was from gym class softball.

Number two was also from softball. Somebody hit a drive down the first base line and I was playing first base.

That one I remember because it was the same week as the school play – in which I had a solo to sing. Makeup was my friend for that performance.

I can’t remember if I managed to get the runner out or not.

Number three was during my senior year in high school. I got it when my wisdom teeth were removed.

Seriously! I went under with perfectly clear skin, well perfect in between the black heads; and woke up with a big green shiner. Guess those teeth didn’t want to come out.

So I’ve never had a broken bone – Praise the Lord – but I’ve had three black eyes.

How ’bout you? Go ahead – ‘fess up.

Edited to add: If you want a laugh – or two – read Terri’s comment on this post.

Filed Under: Daily Life Tagged With: health, personal

Girl Stuff

October 25, 2008 By Jendi 6 Comments

Except for the problems that there’s not much light and he fogs up my handheld mirror by hanging it on the shower head, my husband has no problem shaving in the shower.

I have problems shaving my legs in the shower.

Either I have to hang over while all the blood is rushing to my head or try to stand up on one leg. All this is done with a sharp razor in my hand.

Maybe I should get a little plastic stool to put in the shower.

Or I’ll just wear heavy tights all winter and skip the shaving all together.

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I’m Stuck In a Mattress Rut

August 11, 2008 By Jendi 10 Comments

On Saturday my husband and I moved our bed to the other side of the room. He suggested that we switch sides of the bed.

I thought it would be no big deal, but boy was I wrong. Saturday night was a night of very little sleep for me. Him? He slept like a log.

My preferred side of the bed is left when you are looking at the bed from the foot, or right if your back is against the headboard. From here on I will refer to the side I like as the left side because it sounds more artistic.

As I was tossing and turning Saturday night I realized that I have slept on the left side of the bed 9 out of 10 years of marriage, AND all of my high school years at my parents house. So that ruled out the idea that this particular mattress is more comfortable on the left.

Years ago I heard about a man that always slept closer to the door of wherever he and his wife were staying. That sounded so sweet and romantic. Tried it, doesn’t work for me. I don’t get enough sleep on the right side of the bed.

In my case the right side of the bed is the wrong side.

My husband reassured me that if something or someone threatening comes through the door, about 3 feet isn’t going to make much difference. Then he promptly rolled over and went to sleep. On the right side of the bed, thank goodness.

I’m tempted to see how many nights it would take for me to sleep well on the other side of the bed…. no, I better not. Because lack of sleep means lack of getting work done; and both of the the aforementioned contribute to lack of happiness, otherwise known as crankiness. Momma wouldn’t be happy, and we all know that “When Momma ain’t happy…”

So, why does it matter which side I’m on when I’m sleeping with my eyes shut? Does anyone else have this problem? (If it is a problem. I think it’s perfectly normal, of course.)

Filed Under: Daily Life Tagged With: bed, married life, my house, personal

100 Things About Little Me

July 16, 2008 By Jendi 2 Comments

Since I missed doing the 100 list for my 100th post; I did it for my first Blogoversary instead.

I don’t think I would have made it through it for my 100th post. Land sakes that’s difficult. Maybe I’m just a boring person… [Yes Man-o-mine, I can see you shaking your head as you read that. ]