Life Happenings

Good day, Lovelies!  Does anyone get thrown off if your plan doesn’t go as planned?  Even the slightest change?  No?  It’s just me then?  I annoy myself when that happens to me and I’m really trying to fix it.  Really.  Anyway, my thoughts are all over the creation so today I’m giving you a peek of what’s inside this chaos brain of mine.  It’s not as scary as you think though.

Is it horrible that my 4 and 2 year old has taken over my computer?  Sheesh, I can’t even get on it for a second without these little monkeys getting bent out of shape.  I'm hoping I can get this post done before the monkeys return.  Note to self: strap your balls on and stop this nonsense pronto.  Damn you Discovery Channel.  

Class has been killing me!  I feel like I’m doing nothing but writing.  I hate writing.  This is exactly why I chose accounting; for the numbers! I function better with numbers.  Do accountants write essays?  Man, I hope this is over soon.  I don’t know how much more I can take before I go crazy and start writing nonsense.

Lately, I haven’t been satisfied.  In the food department.  Get your heads out of the gutter.  Oh wait, was that just my head in the gutter?  Haha!  Anyway, I’ve been hungry and nothing seems to satisfy me.  So, I made beef stew and chicken long rice and oh my gosh!  I could eat that for the rest of my life.  My tummy has been doing the happy dance which will unfortunately stop because my family will not be happy campers if we had that every.single.day.  So, if y’all have any ideas as to what I should eat to feel satisfied, I’ll love you forever.  I don’t like going to bed hungry even after eating said beef stew and chicken long rice, and caramel drumsticks, salami, cheese, and Triscuits, and pizza.

The Mister has been pulling a lot of overnighters lately.  Ugh.  Jobs have been slow so he’s been fishing.  Although it helps keep us financially afloat I still cringe at the fact that he’s out on the ocean.  At night.  Ugh again.  And to make my worrying worse, he hasn’t called yet.  Do you know the things that go through my mind when he doesn’t check in?  Let’s just say that he’s provoking a beat down if he doesn’t call soon.

Radical #1 starts preschool next Friday.  Although I was really, really, REALLY wanting to home-school, the Mister wasn’t having any part of it.  And so, I’m sucking it up and trying to stay positive.  I can’t promise anything though.  I’ll probably be the one kicking and screaming come the first day.  Ha!  Imagine that.  Pray for me please.

Why didn’t anyone tell me about Lilikoi Iced Tea?  Oh Lordy.  Would I get weird looks for wiping out the whole shelf at the grocery?  It is so yummy especially when I put it in the freezer and it turns into slush.  Just heavenly I tell you.

I’ve been slacking on my “bumpdates.”  Nothing has changed.  Oh, except that I got my energy back.  Wa-to the-hoo!  Oh, and I gained a pound.  I have an ultrasound next Wednesday but the nurse lady told me not to get my hopes up for seeing if baby has a pecker or va-jayjay.  Oh man.  If anything I’m still praying that he or she will show the goods.  This is the only time I’m encouraging you to spread your legs!  I came super close to taking a picture of myself for the bumpdates.  I was all ready and pumped but the Mister took my camera that morning.  Thank God for camera snatchers!  Haha!  I promise you that I will do it one day.

I’m re-visiting the overnight fishing trips.  I just got a call from the Mister and this is exactly why I worry.  He called to tell me that he’s down at the boat shop because one of his motors broke while coming in and he almost ended up on the rocks.  This is what I mean!  What if it broke when he was far out?  Would the one working motor get him to land?  Or will it get him half way and then break down of exhaustion and then he’d have to putt-putt in?  Good grief!  And I guess this guy knows me because before I could say anything, he quickly said “k-Igottagobye!”  Click.  Don’t think you’re getting off that easy; you have an earful waiting for when you get home buddy.  I hate overnight fishing trips.  There, I said it.

Other than that, this is all I got.  I’m still working on the nudity post.  You know when it sounds good in your head but it’s totally different in writing?  Yeah.  Anyway, I hope you have a great Tuesday!  I’m off to finish up some homework.

Peace out!

Jenn.

Blame it on the hormones!

Happy Monday and holy August!  When did that happen?  It makes me excited and nervous at the same time.  

I totally realize that the last time I posted was 2 weeks ago but I’ve been hiding under a rock.  Trust me when I say it was better for EVERYONE that I stay under said rock until I returned to acting like a normal human being. 

I spared the Radicals my “ucky” behavior but everyone else that came into contact with me?  Oy.  But luckily I was shown some mercy since I’m growing a human and my emotions are were whacked!   

For real.  

I was sensitive, emotional, bitter, snappy, irrational.  You get the point.  I sometimes found myself talking to myself saying “GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF, JENN!!!”  People annoyed me for reasons that did not exist.  Yeah, and the poor Mister.  I don’t know what else to say except “I’m sorry.”  

In the beginning he said I was a raging lunatic but he took it with a grain of salt; maybe because he knew this ridiculousness would end sooner than later.  I was horrible.  Stupid things that I would normally shrug off irritated the craziness out of me.  

I invented new meanings of questions he’d normally ask me.  Like “Hi hun, what did you guys do today?” translated to a sarcastic “did you do anything else besides sit around today?”  

Or here’s another one: the laundry and I have had issues and instead of folding and putting them away, I’d just pile it on the couch.  It was the norm for the Mister to head for the couch instead of the closet.   Anyway, I found the energy to fold and put away the whole pile and so far the couch has been free of laundry.  So one day during my “ucky” behavior he asked “Do I have any clean clothes?” which of course I took the wrong way and mumbled under my breath “What am I, your maid?  Do your own effing laundry then!”  

Yes, I hang my head in shame.  Poor guy, I don’t blame him for asking that because he got into the habit of going to the couch and when the couch is laundry-free, what else is he supposed to think?!  

We went to Outback one night and I really wanted Coconut Shrimp.  My brother ate the last one.  I was pissed.  I said “Where’s my shrimp?!” to which my mother quickly replied “I ordered another one!”  Sheesh, calm down Jenn, it’s just shrimp.  Nothing to get your panties in a bunch over.  

So yes, I’ve been horrible which is why I’ve been MIA.  But don’t fret, I’m back to normal and I’m hoping I stay this way for the rest of my pregnancy.  I will be back because I really do have so much to tell you.  Here’s hints of what’s to come: toilets, targets, nudity, the one time I thought the Mister was going to kill me, and bumpdates.  

But until then, I hope you all have a wonderful Monday!  And because these little stinkers put a smile on my face, I’ll leave you with this silly picture.

Jenn.

The look of death.

Oh man, if looks could kill…

So remember the little tiff with my neighbor 3 weeks ago?  I took the advice of the officers who responded and filed a TRO.  The TRO was granted and our court appearance was scheduled for this past Monday.  I was fidgety and anxious.  The Radicals haven’t been out to play since the incident and I just wanted this to be over with so the Radicals and I could go back to living our normal life.

So, court is in session and Radical #2 decided he wanted to roam around and loudly object (haha, no pun intended) when I tried my hardest to calmly refrain him and I instantly got hot flashes.  Yes, I wanted to focus on what the judge was saying but I had a 2 year old to deal with so my focus wasn’t really there until he said those dreaded words…

“I am ordering mediation.”   

And that’s when I gave that judge the look of death.  

This was literally my facial expression!

Oh boy, I didn’t see that coming.  Was he kidding?  Mediation?  For what?  Can’t he just grant it (or not grant it) and call it a day? 

Nope.  We will do mediation, become BFFs, and all will be well in the world.

The neighbor objected and said he tried mediation 11 years ago with the Mister’s mom and it didn’t work.  Well, this moment is not 11 years ago and I am not the Mister’s mom but I also feel that this is not going to solve anything.

I say that because we’ve called truce 3 times and he’s never stuck to it.  It’s always something with him.  This guy is not capable of talking in a civilized manner.  He and his wifemom are the ones who started yelling.  And in the past they never talked, they yelled.  Yes, I could have kept my temper in check but that’s beside the point.  If you approach someone in a hostile manner, what do you expect their response to be?  A happy and cheery one?

He also changes his attitude when there are others around.  When the police come, he’s always different person.  When we would see them in public, they were civil.  But as soon as it’s just us, the ugly comes out.  I have never once approached them or made trouble during the 7 years I’ve lived here.  When he would burn his tar or whatever it was and the smell would blow directly into my house, did I ever say anything to him?  No, no I did not.  When he would loudly rev his truck engine early in the morning or late at night, did I ever approach him?  Again, no I did not.  Why?  Because I felt like it was a waste of my time and its little things that I could shrug off.  If he did those things all day, every day then maybe I would say something.  But I would be civil about it because we are neighbors and neighbors are supposed to be friendly.  Right? 

If we do mediation, would they be able to guarantee that the nonsense would stop?

Another thing I’m being stubborn about it is the Radicals.  I feel that I shouldn’t be dragging them through this but since we have no friends or family to watch them, I have no other choice.  My mom said she would make the drive over to watch them but that’s 2.5 hours each way and not to mention, she’d be taking off of work.  I get where she’s coming from but that’s insane.  I have to rearrange my life and my parent’s life to mediate with a crazy person.  It’s like talking to a wall with him.  If anybody needs mediation, it’s him and his multiple personalities.

So.  I will keep you updated on how the mediation goes.

Jenn.

The 411

Happy Tuesday!  I was going to tell you what happened yesterday but this link-up sounds more fun.  I’m linking up with Becky at From Mrs. toMama today and sharing a little about me.

1)    How long have you been blogging?  And what got you started on blogging?  How has your blog changed?  I’ve been blogging for a year.  I was reading a dear friend’s blog one day and I clicked on another blogger that she follows, and from there I found all these others blogs.  It looked like fun and from there The Jenn Diaries was born.  At first I was hesitant on what content to share but now I feel that I’m more open now.

2)    Did you go to college?  If so where, and what did you study?  I went to college a couple years after graduating high school but dropped out because I was overwhelmed with work.  I ‘m currently attending the University of Phoenix online studying accounting.

3)    Where have you traveled?  I’ve been to Canada for a conference while I was in high school and to California with the BFF.  Other than that, island hopping is what we do.

4)    If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you buy?  I would pay off my debts and set aside a “cushion.”  Then I’d buy a haircut that is way overdue.

5)    What are your 3 biggest pet peeves?  People who don’t have manners, people who assume that being a SAHM means having tons of free time and the easiest job in the world, and people who have “crab syndrome.”  

6)    What is your favorite movie?  Beauty and the Beast.  That counts as a movie, right?

7)    What is your drink of choice; wine, beer, or liquior.  Or water, soda, tea?  Wine-Moscato but since I’m growing a human, sweet tea or ice cold water.

8)    What is something you enjoy to do when you have me time?  I don’t live close to family or friends and the Mister is always working or fishing so ‘me’ time is pretty much non-existent right now.  But if I have 15 or 20 minutes to spare, taking a shower in peace or sitting in complete silence is awesome!

9)    If you could have a $10,000 shopping spree to one store, which store would it be?  Just one store?!  Hmmm, I’d pick Target.

10) Share with us an embarrassing moment of your past?  Or present.  When the Mister and I was first dating…it was a typical “let’s go to the bar” night and apparently I drank way too much.  I woke up the next morning with no recollection of the night and I guess as he was trying to be all lovey-dovey-kissy-touchy, I decided to have a throw-up session.  He told me about it that morning and I thought for sure he would never call again.  But I thought wrong because here we are 8 years later.

11) What day would you love to relive again?  The days my Radicals embraced the world with their presence.

12) If your life was turned into a movie, what actress would you play?  Um, I don’t have an answer to this.  I guess I would play me…a day in the life of Jenn.

13) What are the jobs you had in high school/college/the early years?  I was one of my mom’s slaves in her flower shop.  Retail at Kona Confections, Joy’s Aloha Wear, and Corners of the Pacific on the “Boardwalk.”  Funny story: I would work the morning shift at Joy’s Aloha Wear and then the night shift at Corner’s of the Pacific which happens to be next to each other.  Customers would come in, do a double take, and ask me “didn’t I just see you next door this morning?”  Why yes, yes you did.  I also worked at Bank of Hawaii and HFS Federal Credit Union.

14) Show us a picture from high school or college.

this is very old school, like 11 years ago, old school.

5) If you could travel anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where would you go?  New York for the Macy’s Day Parade.

16) Show us the most current picture of you, your family, or anything of meaning to you.

Photo by Connie, www.islandbuzzy.com

7) Where do you see your life 5 years from now?  Back to work, married, and settled in a place of our own (preferably in Kona).    

That was fun and now you know just a little more.  Anything else you want to know, ask away.  I’ll be back tomorrow with something; I just don’t know what yet.  I’ve got lots of things swirling around this ‘ol brain of mine.

Until then,

Jenn.

12 weeks :: Pickles, nausea, & brain farts

Hi-dee-ho, friends!  I’m such a liar.  Or a procrastinator.  Or let’s just be honest here…I’m lazy.  I said last week that I’d see you next week which happens to be this week and well, the week is almost done and only now I’m checking in.

Okay, that long, run-on, no sense making sentence should prompt you that I’m not in the right frame of mind….but…

I’m sort of making an effort to do my bump updates.  It ain’t the best but I’m trying.

` I’m at 12 weeks.  Baby is the size of a lime.  Could that be why I’ve been such a sour puss lately?  Bwahahaha!  I crack myself up!  Anyhoo, I’m still uncomfortable with taking pictures of myself so I found this picture for you.  You're welcome.

 

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` I lost 4 pounds.  What?  Where?  In my big toe?

` I got to listen to baby’s heartbeat on Tuesday!  According to the doc, baby was very active!

` I’m what I would call “good for nothing.”  Wait a minute…I feed and bathe the Radicals but that is all.  Other than that, I really am good for nothing.  It could be because I’m lazy and tired and everything I do makes my body ache like I just ran some marathon or worked out like a mad woman.  I’m so lazy that I can’t plug my camera into my computer to show you pictures of our family day we had last Sunday.  We went on the boat and took the Radicals fishing which brings me to my next point of being good for nothing…

` I’m nauseated.  All.day.long.  And while on the boat, I, the person who never gets sea sick, was sick as a dog.  So yeah, nauseated all day, every day.  That must be my bachi (sp?) aka karma for not having sympathy for people who tell me they’ve had morning sickness that lasted all day.  It’s not like I was all “suck it up!”  I just never understood.  Well now I understand completely.  It sucks.

` The nausea (and all the other different things) are making me think that this is going to be a girl.  Oh please, please, please be a girl.  Gunfunit (aka gosh darn it)!  This waiting is making me crazy anxious.

` I’m obsessed with pickles.  What the what?  I hate pickles and I always thought pregnant people were crazy for being obsessed with pickles!  I never understood!  Ah, bachi again…

` I’m also eating fruits and soup and veggie sandwiches. 

` I’m done with soda.

` I’ve slowed down on the candy and coffee…that is a shocker!

Those last 4?  Those are the other changes I’m talking about.  When I was preggers with the Radicals, I ate crap food every day all day.  Coffee, candy, and soda were my go-to, make me feel better things.  I was a very unhealthy eater and I drank way too much caffeine.  I was talking with my girlfriend last week telling her of all these changes.  I also told her that I was very proud of myself for cutting back on my coffee and she was all “what, you drank coffee while preggers?”  And I was all “yep, all day every day.” And she was all “wow, now I can see why your kids are the way they are!”

Oh, and I opted for a blueberry dream instead of Starbucks on Tuesday.  That’s another shocker!  Like who are you and where do you come from?!  No Starbucks?  That’s saying something a lot.  I realize that wasn’t the best choice for a fruit smoothie but it was better than a venti caramel frappuccino.  Times 2.

Oh, and I’ve been going back and forth regarding my major.  Why all of a sudden am I indecisive?  I’m studying accounting but now I’m thinking public relations.  Uh huh….me, the person who has become socially awkward since I moved here plus my “good for nothing” thing going on.  Sure Jenn.  It could be the hormones thinking.

Oh, aannnnnd! I promise this is the last of the “oh, ands”.  The Mister’s dad is visiting from O’ahu.  I stole some pictures of the Radicals from him and look at how small they were.  And look!  Radical #2 was bald!  That is so hard to picture now that he has a crazy afro-puff going on.

Okay, so it took me 3 hours to write this post.  Between the Radicals needing something and my brain farts, I hope I didn’t bore you.  I ain’t promising anything but I’ll try my hardest to get it together because I have lots to tell you.  But until then, wishing you a happy Thursday.  Or what’s left of it.

Peace out!

 Jenn.

Oh, hey there!

We’re in July!?!  Gosh, when did that happen?  That means the year is now going to fly past us and by the time you know it, we will be celebrating Thanksgiving, Christmas, and a New Year.  Did I just get a little too ahead of myself?

I was supposed to post this on Monday but I’ve been….tired and uneasy and emotional.  This past week has been a whacko one.  From last Friday’s episode to spending 3 hours back and forth from the courthouse to the police station to living like hermits because I’m trying to avoid another confrontation from the neighbor.  Speaking of the neighbor…

I want to apologize for Friday’s negativity.  I realize now that I could have handled it in a different, more civilized manner but man does that guy know how to get me to my boiling point.  I realize that by me blowing up, did not help the situation.  I let him get to me and I let my emotions bring out my ugly side; a side that I am not proud of.  I let him win by showing him that I let his shenanigans get to me.  I also re-learned to not write a post (or anything) when I’m angry.  Or if I do, I should let it sit for maybe a day and then come back to it when I’m calm.  Okay, moving on…

I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for one year!  Does that mean it’s my blogiversary?  Does that mean I get to eat cake?  As I was going through my past posts, I realized that most times I sounded like a complete nut-job.  I know I could have posted more but they ain’t lying when they say blogging is time consuming.  And besides, I was a baby fish just learning to swim in Blogland.  Baby steps.  During the past year I learned a lot, grew as a person, been part of an awesome community, met stalked some fantastic people, and met some new friends.  Okay, maybe to me they are “friends” but they may have a different opinion…haha!  So thank you thank you Blogland for keeping me sane, making me laugh out loud, and slowly yanking me out of my comfort zone.  Thank you to all my Lovelies and for you others who read my ramblings.  And to those who get a kick out of reading.

And lastly, a baby bump update with zero pictures.  Oh come on, I feel very awkward taking pictures of myself.  Give me some time…

`I’m at 11 weeks. 

`Baby is the size of a fig.

`I’m glad to welcome back home cooking.  It no longer “tastes like chemicals.”  Did I forget to mention the chemical thing last week?

`I’ve been having some really bizarre dreams.

`I’m really tired.  Lazy.  Exhausted.

`Very sensitive and emotional.  You can’t say anything to me without me picking it apart and over-analyzing.

`You can now trust me with your Cookies & Cream.  I’ve moved on to fudge bars.

`Intimacy has taken a turn for the better.  TMI?  Sorry.  But that is how I got to growing a human.

That’s all for now, Lovelies!  I’m slowly getting out of this funk so I’ll be back next week!

Oh wait one more thing!  What’s up with this ugly, rainy, windy weather?  I thought it was supposed to be summer?!?  Okay, that is all.  Promise.

Jenn.

It's on like Donkey Kong

Be positive, Jenn.

Look at the whole picture and find the positive, Jenn.

Find a positive way to deal with situations, Jenn.

Love they neighbor, Jenn.

The first three statements?  Okay, I can do that and I’ve been actually trying my hardest to practice them.  

That last statement?  Um.  NO.

He has pushed me to my breaking point.  I am beyond livid.  I’m tired of calling the police and I’m pretty sure they are tired of responding to these shenanigans.

911: "911 operator, what’s your emergency?"

Me: "My neighbor is harassing me so can you send an officer?"

911: "What’s your address?"

Me: "123 Happy Street."

911: "Oh, it’s you guys again…."

Okay, so that’s not what they said but I’m sure that when they hear my address they think that! 

The last time I called 911, I told them they needed to send someone like now or else they will find my neighbor in a body bag.  Yes, I was that angry and you would be too if your neighbor was crazy and blocked you in your driveway all because he thought you were prank calling him the night before.  


Seriously, buddy?  I don’t even know your name let alone your number and I have better things to do besides call you.  If I knew your number and your name.  


The first time he yelled at me I started to cry.  It was horomones; I was pregnant with Radical #1.  And then he offered me a piece of candy.  To make me feel better I guess?

So back to this morning…at 5:30am.  I wake up to him yelling and my first thought was oh gosh, what now?  I go outside and the Mister is standing at the fence calm as can be while the neighbor is yelling.  I just have to say that I’m very proud of the Mister for keeping his cool because man, he has a temper.  


So anyway, I asked what all the yelling was about and why are we yelling at 5:30 in the morning?  The Mister tells me the neighbor is mad because Radical #1 makes his dog bark.  He’s mad because we let the Radicals play in our yard or ride their Gator around our property and it causes his dog to bark.  He’s convinced that Radical #1 is taunting his dog on purpose and we need to discipline him.

 *side note: There was one time when Radical #1 was trying to talk to his dog, the dog started barking, and the neighbor yelled at Radical #1. 

Then, the neighbor yells at me to stay out of it and it’s all about disciplining my child and having respect for them.  What the what?  Then his wife or mom or whoever she is starts in with the yelling about disciplining my child.  Oh hell no they did not just go there.  


So what does Jenn do?  She loses her temper and starts screaming too.  Basically telling screaming to them to not tell me what to do/where my kids can play on my property and how to raise my kids.  But here’s the real kicker and when I really see red.  The “wifemom” tells the Mister “ shut your phony bi**h up!”  


Oh man, I lost it.  


Lost it to the point where I was about to walk over there and beat her.  Lost it to the point where the Mister had to grab me and hold me back.  She’s lucky there was a fence standing between us.  The Mister calls the police, they come and tell us the same thing they told us the times before.  Basically they can’t do anything but give him a warning.  They told us to get a TRO today and the next time he says anything, they will come and arrest him.  Whoopdeedo....

It’s always something with him.  First, we’re too loud and we purposely shined our garage light into his wifemom’s room into her eyeballs (he was serious, LOL!).  Mind you, we live on an acre so it's not like our houses are super close together.  Second, I supposedly prank called him and that gave him the right to block me in my driveway.  And now, my 4 year old purposely taunts his dog to bark and they ride their Gator around the yard on purpose just to irritate his dog.

I realize that I’m being stubborn and far from positive but sorry, this is the third strike and he is out.  


No more Miss Nice Jenn.  No more brushing off their multiple personalities.  I’ve had enough.  And why should I have to always feel like I’m walking on eggshells?  Why should I have to limit the Radicals to a certain area of our yard?  Why should I have to live my life paranoid because I don’t know what will set him off?  I should have ran his ass him over the second time he got stupid with me.

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So now that some hours have passed and I had the chance to think about what the heck just happened, I came to this conclusion…

I won’t get mad anymore, I’ll just get even.

Happy Friday!

Jenn.