A Badly Named Blog


Monday, September 14th, 2009

Oh lookee here.  A lonely blog that no one updates.  Mostly I just don’t relate to it anymore.  It started when I lived (sorta) and worked in the city.  Now neither of those are true.  One nervous breakdown later and now I live in the middle of freakin’ nowhere, play humble servant and domestic diva to three skinny dogs, two fat cats, and two juvenile man-children.  The only vestiges of city life that remain are my love for vintage fashion, leopard prints, dancing and designer shoes.  Evolution of a bloggess!

As such, the blog should really be called “Jenn:  Intergalactic Princess, Domestic Diva, Rural Fashionista, Glamorous Naturalist, Political Muse, Salsa Wannabe, and Generally, All-around Fabulous Girl (FG).  I’ll have to see if Beth the Web Goddess can fit that on the banner.    I can make great jewelry, and give advice on anything to anyone but myself.

For example.  One of the morning shows today ran a segment wherein the point was that olive oil is good for your hair if you have frizzy flyaways, which I do.  So I added a little EVOO to the morning routine.  When I was done, I felt like I was missing some essential ingredients, like garlic and sun-dried tomatoes.  Decidedly my hair is NOT frizzy, but I do smell like an Italian bistro, and I’m attracting white-aproned waiters with bottles of red wine.

According to my Nervous Breakdown doctor, I need to view the world more holistically.  Observe the world around me and process the details.  Today I took Skinny Dog #2 (aka Tara) and we went for a nature walk.  We observed a Very Angry Stellar’s Jay, three garter snakes and a badly groomed standard poodle.  The real zen from the walk came from picking snow berries and stomping on them.  I used to do this as a kid, and it’s still fun.  They make a quite satisfying noise when they pop underfoot.  Nature’s bubble wrap.

2 Responses to “A Badly Named Blog”

  1. Janet Stritychuk Says:

    And you didn’t bring the skull back for me?

  2. Jennifer Says:

    I can go get it – I suppose it could be a cat. Hard to tell.