Archive for October 7th, 2008

I was with my best girlfriends this past weekend, on our twice-yearly scrapbooking retreat. And we watched the VP debate.

Here is something I learned…little of it to do with politics.

Do not play a drinking game during the VP debate with the words change, reform, darn, or (yes, I DID see the SNL skit a few nights later and about wet my pants laughing) Maverick.

Do not play a drinking game during the VP debate after eating a taco salad (minus the flour tortilla shell) from Taco Bell. That is not enough food in the stomach for the amount of alcohol that will hit playing a drinking game during the VP debate.

Do not try to slam Doritos in an attempt to fill the stomach with something resembling food…because then the person who you believe has no place running for VP will say something so over the top stupid you’ll likely snort Doritos into your nasal cavity and that’s not fun. Oh, and Doritos won’t help the food vs. alcohol situation at all.

So tonight I’ll watch the second Presidential debate and will pass on the drinking game. I’m still recovering from the last one.

And if you haven’t seen this…you need to go see it…

Sarah Palin Debate Flow Chart

I was supposed to be a Jillian. Jillian. Somehow I ended up as a Jennifer.

No, not somehow. My poor mom woke up from the anesthesia (this was the early 70s after all, they knocked everyone out!) and found that instead of a Jillian she had a Jennifer. Apparently my dad named me while mom was still under. He liked the name. How she didn’t beat him with a bedpan and that they’re still married after 42 years is a mystery.

The thing is…they didn’t know many, if any, Jennifers. And somehow they ended up naming me the most popular name of the 1970s. And so I was always Jenni T. I was one of fourteen Jennifers in my graduating class…a class of over 400 students, many of whom were from other countries and had names far from being Jennifer-ish.

Funny how now I know few Jennifers. My moms’ group had five at one point, but I rarely see any of those women now.

So now I go by Jen. Tom is the only one who really calls me Jennifer. And my parents/brother/old high school friends are the only ones who call me Jenny.

Kim at Hormone Colored Days wrote a fun post last week: Dear Jen, I love your blog! Do you know how cool it was to read that title? All about the blogs she reads with Jen authors. Fun stuff. Jennifers are taking over the blogosphere…be warned. We’ve hit middle age, we’re technologically savvy, and we’re heavily caffeinated. Watch out, here we come.