It's NOT Barbie, it's 'The Beach!'

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

A friend asked me for a favor and this is the result...

I just thought I'd share it with you all!



My Father's Garden

While I'm upon my Father's path
Iris breathes, fragrant sigh
And watching, my attention rapt
Petals open to the sky

Early morning Sun shines strong
And Iris knows His love
For she is wise, believes His song
Trusting blessings from above

Growing near is Lily pure
Loyal Daisy, Rose too
The graceful Dahlia, and for sure-
Truth Juniper does pursue

Sun spreads warmth upon them all
Each flower He does love
Their faith unites and they grow tall
Knowing their true place above

Hope swells up within my breast
Yet winds soon tear it down
But through the torrents of this test
His blossoms hold and earn their crown

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I need phone numbers...

Hello friends and family. I would so love your phone numbers as my new phone doesn't have any of my previous phones addresses or phone numbers in it. Just email me at jfryer2@comcast.net with your new number! I say this mostly to my 8 (eight) faithful followers!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Lie #3: Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

This is one of the biggest cons of all time. There are certain things that little girls are just NOT supposed to do and I find myself constantly amazed at how much she is like her brothers! I've started a list.




Top 10 things little girls are NOT supposed to do:

10. Have stinky diapers. That's the boys dept...frog's and snail's????
9. Yell at me when I am fixing her hair. This truly shocked me. I just knew she was as anxious as me to get that hair up in a 'blip' (barrette and clip combined).
8. Hit someone. Against the laws of nature..
7. Scowl. How is it legal to make a pretty face do that?
6. Have boogers...or "boo-grrrrth". Again, totally the boys dept..
5. Get into Mom's lipstick and smear it on the carpet. Shocking. I'm having flashbacks to Jonah's vampire blood episode...
4. Say 'NO!' Am I supposed to teach her manners?! Seriously, I thought they came with them.
3. Say 'Mom, I hate you.' Still crying from that one.
2. Refuse a kiss from her parents. It's absurd.
1. Get dirty. I swear I thought girls were born with dirt repellant.





Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Lie # 46: I wouldn't eat that...

I created a yummy crock pot recipe by mistake last night! I didn't have the right ingredients for another recipe so I adapted and came up up with this. It's so easy and so good. It's also very versatile. I'll call it...

Enchilada Chicken
(unique, I know, huh?!)

1-2 lbs frozen chicken (boneless)
salt
pepper
Large size Cream of Chicken soup
Hidden Vally Fiesta Ranch dry dip mix
2 blocks of cream cheese
1 T diced onion (shallots, dry onions also work well)
1/2 c chicken broth

In a large crock pot, dump several pieces of frozen chicken. I used about 8 tenderloins. Breasts would be great, too. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Dump a large size can of Cream of Chicken on top. Then sprinkle a package of Hidden Valley Fiesta Ranch dry dip mix. (I think it's called that. I looked through the garbage this morning and didn't find it!). Cover and cook on low for about 6-7 hours. Then about 30 mins before serving, melt together 2 packages of cream cheese, some minced onions (I used dry ones...about 1T) and about 1/2 cup of chicken broth. Pour this into the mixture, stir it all up, shred the chicken as you are doing this, and after 30 mins, you're done! This can be made into Chicken Enchilada soup by adding 1/2 pound of velveeta, can of Rotel and maybe more broth...

Slice avocados into it when serving along with Monterey Jack shredded cheese and jalepenos, if you like it spicy!
I served it over egg noodles. Jerry ate it over rice. We also wrapped some into tortillas with a little rice and shredded cheese. YUM!

Let me know if anyone makes it!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Lie #12: I knew Sister's Day was in August

Well, okay actually I had no idea about Sister's Day until reading about it on one of my friend's blogs! But I was so inspired by it that I HAD to write an ode to my sisters! I have many, many women in my life that I consider to be like a sister to me, but only two that grew up with me and know me better than all the others. I know this is long, but it will be worth your time.




Mindy - Mindy is almost 10 years older than me and because of this, we were able to bypass the normal sister rivalry that occurs when sisters are closer in age. She has always been someone I absolutely adored and loved from my earliest memories. I remember when I begged my mom to chop my long, thick brunette hair off the summer after my kindergarten year. I hated it! It just made me too hot, that's all... I will never forget the look on Mindy's face when we picked her up from her job and she saw my hair. I don't know if she ever forgave our mother for that!

When she went to college during my 3rd grade year, I was devastated. I watched her board the plane, then my mom took us to school in spite of my desire to stay home and mourn. I walked into my classroom and just stood there for a minute. My teacher said something to me but I didn't acknowledge her. I remember my ears were ringing and I had no idea what she said. I went behind the wall of cubbies and put my bag away and then I just stood there. I didn't know what to do. Mrs. Campbell came around the corner and asked if I was OK. I broke into tears and she knelt beside me and hugged me for a long time.

Life without Mindy was tough. I missed her so much, it hurt. I had 5 older brothers to contend with! I remember silly letters I wrote her all the time and she would always write me back. I cherished each letter and read them over and over again until I had them memorized. When Mindy came home for a visit, it was what I imagined it would be like to have your beloved Queen come visit! We all adored her! She took us to the lake with her, she taught me how to french braid, she brought me to her apartment to spend the night. She was never embarrassed or ashamed of any of us and always made us feel special. I remember always being able to tell her how I felt and she never, ever judged me.


I remember her wedding day. I hated her husband for taking her from me and I sat on the stairs at her reception and cried. Then I remember having this wonderful idea of saving my tear drenched tissues and giving them to her on her one year anniversary! Thank goodness I lost those tissues but we had a good laugh about that when I told her about it years later! And Jeff proved to be an okay guy!

When my mother died, Mindy was on vacation in British Columbia. We could not contact her for days. We even called the Coast Guard because we knew she was probably on a boat somewhere. We were asked if we wanted to go ahead and set the funeral date, and have the funeral without her. Every one of my siblings were there but her and we all looked at the funeral director like he was mad. No way. We would have frozen our mother's body if that's what it took to make sure Mindy was there. We would have done that for any of our siblings, but she was the one we had to wait for. Ultimately, it was 7 days before we buried Mom. When Mindy did get the news and was in town for the funeral, I remember sitting on the floor in my room the day before the funeral quietly talking and getting things ready. I leaned into her, started to cry and told her that she was my mother here on earth now. She knew what I was trying to say and she agreed. I have always told her that it was no mistake she was the older sister in our family. She had a lot of heartache and pain to overcome, more than I could ever imagine. She's also very good not to paint negative pictures of my parents the way she, at times, knew them.

Mindy is one of my very best friends and the times that we have spent together have been chock full of good conversations, lots of tears, many laughs and dozens of learning experiences on my part. I think of Mindy and I think of heaven. Mindy is wisdom. Mindy is close to God. Mindy is mothering. Mindy knows who she is. Mindy is forgiveness. Mindy is virtue. Mindy is humility. Mindy is about her family. Mindy is goodness. Mindy hates the pedestal Mom put her on. Mindy is patience. Mindy is prayerful. Mindy listens to the Spirit. Mindy is preparedness. Mindy is a vault. Mindy is love. Mindy is my sister.




Elizabeth (aka Betsy)- Betsy is my younger sister. She is almost 4 years younger than me. Betsy wants to go by Elizabeth but I have informed her that she will always be Betsy to me! I love my baby sister so much. She is one of the funniest and wittiest people I know. When I read her facebook comments or her blogs, I often find myself laughing out loud! The earliest memory I have of Betsy was of her soft round pink face after she was born. I don't remember much more about that time except this feeling I had come over me as I looked at her wiggly body and recognized that someone I loved very much had finally come home. I remember how we loved it when Mom showed up with a pretty set of matching dresses for her two little girls! I remember when my oldest brother was married and we were flower girls or Jr bridesmaids and we were standing together in our fluffy gray dresses and she reached out and took hold of my hand. That was Betsy. Always wanting to hug or cuddle.

She was with me everywhere I went for a lot of my childhood. One time, Ben, Betsy and I walked up the street to the Circle K to buy a treasure trove of jolly ranchers with our handful of change and there she was, bouncing along behind us! Ben and I couldn't resist teasing her! She was so mad and stomped off ahead of us as we mercilessly laughed at her silliness! But the beautiful thing about her is that she is so quick to forgive. She knew we did it only because we loved her so much. I like to think that when she remembers her childhood days with her two older siblings she remembers feeling loved by us.

I know she loved to wear my clothes and use my makeup, and even though I complained and fought with her about it all, I really didn't mind it. She was the best little sister a girl could ask for. We shared secrets, we giggled late at night. I scared the doodoo out of her by telling her china doll stories until she begged to come sleep in my bed, and I only relented because I had succeeded in scaring myself too! She knows the most embarrassing things about me and loved to tell them all to anyone who would listen, but when I told her that they really did embarrass me and that I wished she would never never ever tell anyone any of them, she didn't. She knew my pain and has always been considerate of me - no matter how funny they actually are!

When our mom died, I was the first one at the hospital (because I lived closest and I had been the one designated to take her to her dr appts, and that morning we called an ambulance instead). I was their contact. I also had the task of finding my little sister at her job and telling her about our mother. I will never forget the look on her face, the quiet "what?" that escaped from her lips and the crumbling way her body fell speechless into my arms and then onto the ground. At that moment, we were closer than any two sisters could possibly be. She was my baby Betsy once again.

We did have the blessing of being close in age and of fighting and bickering. But even though I lack Mindy's wisdom and patience, Betsy still loves me. As we have grown older, we have become very close and she has been a sounding board for my vents, frustrations and worries and I know she will always keep my confidences. I have tried to be a good big sister to her and have failed in many, many ways. I made some ignorant and hurtful mistakes when it came to Betsy, but she must have some of that awe towards me that I have for my big sister because she always forgives me. Betsy and I are always going to be sisters and that knowledge is what keeps us forgiving and loving one another.

When I think of what my little sister is, lots of adjectives come to mind. Some of them seemingly conflicting. But she has borne a lot of pain throughout her life and we can't help but be flavored by life's lemons. So, without further ado, let me introduce you to my Betsy. Betsy is strong. Betsy is pained. Betsy is lonely without her mother. Betsy is a leader. Betsy is generous. Betsy is vulnerable. Betsy is able to make good come from bad. Betsy can hide her pain to make someone else feel better. Betsy is so much better than many people I know. Betsy is softness. Betsy is love. Betsy is my sister.



I am always so sad when I hear women tell me they are not close to their sister(s). It makes me all the more grateful for mine.

Image from the following website ©2000 Denise Van Patten - http://collectdolls.about.com

Friday, July 24, 2009

The Fourth at Firestone

I realize that the 4th of July has passed but I just downloaded these fun pictures! We haven't had such a fun 4th in well, ever... The whole day was exciting and the kids had a blast! We watched a parade and were hosed down with water guns every 5 mins and there was even a little carnival that wanted Jerry's entire paycheck to ride about 8 rides but they blasted Michael Jackson songs on the karaoke stage so it was TOTALLY worth it. We had to wait in line for a hot air balloon ride for about 45 mins, though!!!!! Jessica was a blast during that, let me tell you. But later that night we had a perfect spot to spread out and watch the fireworks display that was beautiful and lasted almost...drum roll...12 mins!!! Oh well, we only had to drive about 3 mins to get there so the trade off was definately worth it! They were amazing and we were so close. It doesn't look like it in the pictures but it must have only been about a mile away... It was a great day and we even had one of the neighbors invite us up to set off fireworks with them. I think I'm falling in love with this small town...




















Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Lie # 99: It Aint Easy Being Cheesy

Of course it's easy being cheesy. I do it all day long and so do most of my friends and family! Take lunch with my gal pals a few weeks ago.


Hey Jen...wanna be a model? Carrie and I think you'd be GREAT! Ha ha...


Really? I've always wanted to try it!



How about this?


No? What about this one...it's serious.


This?


You know what, just forget it. Ask Chelsie...I'm gonna eat.



Naw, I can't.


Well, OK!


Vogue!


At least it was a better attempt than Jenn's! You moved BOTH your arms!



I know, let's ask the waiter if he can take our picture and we can ALL be models!

A few Joelisms



My third boy has his own vocabulary. If he doesn't know a word for something, he simply makes one up that fits into his knowledge base. For example, my sister and her two youngest boys were visiting us last week. Mindy walks into the boys bedroom where Joel is just walking out and when he sees her, he stops, looks up at her with an accusing look on his face and says, "Why didn't you bring your netters? He said you have netters! You should have brought your netters!" I am dying laughing and she is looking at me very confused. She asks if I know what he's talking about and I tell her I do (but only because he and I had a similiar conversation earlier in the evening). He had ripped his baby sisters doll and wanted me to sew it back up for him. But since he didn't know the word 'sew' he asked if I would net it for him. I asked what he was talking about and he said, "You know, get your netters down and net it back up for me." Well, I didn't do that so he apparently had a conversation with his cousin who amazingly knew exactly what he was talking about because he told him that his mom has lots of those! I think he was on a mission to find his Aunt Mindy and ask how she could have forgotten to bring her netters. She catches on quickly and tells him she does have netters but she just forgot them at home. He's pretty mad at us all by this point and just stomps off...

Jonah came down and was excited that I made him his favorite dinner, pb&j, and exclaims, "That rocks the beat, mom!" He said he heard it on tv. Ok. So a few minutes later, Joel comes down and sees that he gets chicken tetrazinni and exclaims, "That rocks the bait!" I don't think they watched the same show...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

A sad day

Last night one of my dear friends was given the terrible news that her husband had passed away. They were going through a painful divorce. He left behind 3 teenage boys and a sweet young daughter. It is a tragedy. I am very sad and I don't know what to say exactly. I had posted something earlier this morning but have taken it down to preserve her privacy more. I wish I could do something to help. Prayer is all I can offer at this moment. The picture I posted is in memorium of him. His wife, my friend, has a very strong faith in her Savior and is a strong woman who can pull through this. I love her very much and hope for peace in her life and in the lives of her children.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Arrrghhh, Matey! Give me some root beer!

This is what Joel said upon learning that he was getting new beds that looked like a ship's steering wheel! Here is the finished product, along with their dresser. I'm working On a table and then I'll be putting up the wall decor. It's so fun! Jerry's bed is also pictured here...hey, he picked it out! I finally convinced him to lay the comforter the other way with the pin stripes showing and just a little of the other design showing when he folds it over! Jessica also took you on a tour of her new bedding!







Saturday, June 6, 2009

Lie #103: Anyone can be an artist

We went to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science yesterday and we decided to be artistic while in the family restrooms. They had these cubicles - I'm pretty sure they were for changing dirty baby bottoms - and the boys started posing in them! I tried to show them some ingenious ways to pose, but they do what they want to do! Some women came in while we were posing and didn't even crack a smile. I thought, 'What's wrong with you people?' Wouldn't you think it was worth a chuckle to walk into a bathroom and see some lady up in a cubicle with her legs in the air while her 7 year old takes pictures and a bunch of little boys are giggling like crazy?! Anyway, I thought they were worthy of a laugh. I turned the last picture because it looked really cool that way. Hey, I'm an artist... Personally, I think they should include these in their evolution exhibit. What do you think?






Friday, June 5, 2009

I'm thinkin' Arbys...

Oh, no. She's a closet eater!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

We do what we have to do...

Tonight, Jonah was saying the family prayer and it went exactly like this: Dear Heavenly Father... Well, I don't know why we have to earn 100 points to earn our scooters, but...we do what we have to do! In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Upon moving to CO, my skin has been thirsty - and a little itchy due to the dryness. So, I was reading to Joel and I stopped a few times to itch my arm. He says to me, "Mom, I think you have fleas. You know what that means...you're going to have to get flea powder!" Thanks to the authors of Ed and Fred Flea. The next morning he told me that I was a bushy flea head.

Jessica said her first prayer completely without help the other night. It went something like this: Dear Hebbie Fadder, kank oo por dis day. Peas bess Gamma an Papa an peas bess Papa and Gamma. Peas bess Pappa an Gamma and bess Gamma and Pappa... This must have gone on for a full 60 seconds before she wrapped it up with a big Amen and a happy clap of the hands!

My husband and his brother had these really great ship wheel headboards when they were kids. Now we have them and to update them a bit after they sat in an attic for many years, I painted them with a weather crackle look. They look amazing, by the way. Joel was out in the garage with me and asked me what they were. I said they were ship wheels, like from a big ship. He shouts really loud, "That's awesome! Now we can play pirates and say, 'Arrr Matey, give me some root beer!!'

We were reading from the scriptures the other night and Jonah asked what wicked meant. We explained it to him as an angry look crossed his face. I asked what was wrong and he said, "I thought wicked meant something was cool!" You know, as in, "Man this blog is wicked!"

Jerry can't watch a movie without reciting entire passages word for word or commentating an entire scene. Kung Fu Panda is one of his favorites. "Here it comes, here it comes Dad! They, like, fall down the stairs fighting (his hands are talking as much as his mouth as he acts the scene out) and his big bottom goes like, Boiiiiiing on the tigers face!" He than follows it up with the biggest laugh possible from a little kid with an "Awwwww, that was so funny! Rewind it, Dad! I GOTTA see that again!"

Once when Jerry was in Pre-K, he brought home a little Lego cat. I asked him where it came from and he said he didn't know but that his teacher had two of them at school. I asked if he took it and he said he didn't. I kept asking him and finally I asked him how it could have gotten from her class to our house. He says, "I don't know. I guess it must have just walked here." He was serious as a heart attack and to this day, I often wonder about that cat... It did seem to be able to make it's way back to the class though. It must have hitched a ride in Jerry's pocket.

Jonah was lying on the couch with his daddy today watching a little TV. I was lying on another couch and I mouthed something to his daddy. Jonah thinks I am talking to him. He looks at me and puts his hands up and shrugs while mouthing something like a question to me. He wanted to know what I said. So, instead of telling him I wasn't talking to him, I mouth to him "I love you." He mouths back like he's still not sure what I'm saying. I mouth it again..."I love you." He looks around at his Daddy and brothers and looks back at me and mouths this: While pointing at me he mouths, "YOU...love...(then points at himself)...ME?" I mouth "Yes." He smiles a sweet contented smile and snuggles back in with his Daddy. A few short moments later, he comes over wanting to snuggle with me and as he's climbing under the throw on the couch with me, he says, "So, you were saying that you love me?..."

Awww, kids...gotta love 'em!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Don't just clean, Oxy clean!!

My youngest son, Joel has a new hero. Billy Mays. We were at the store the other day in the detergent aisle and I am looking one way while he and Jonah are looking the other. Suddenly, I hear Joel sing loud and clear, "Don't just clean, Oxy Clean!" I turn around to see a wall of Oxy Clean products!! So today while I was cleaning a little spot on my couch, he says to me, "Momma, you need one of those special cleaning things to get that spot out. You need Oxy Clean. Just don't clean, Mom. Oxy Clean. It's the only thing that makes it really extra sparkly." (I am not putting those words in his mouth, btw. Anyone who knows Joel, knows he's a goofball like that!)

Then, the other day I was on my laptop while the boys were watching some afternoon TV in the living room with me. Suddenly, Jonah turns to me and looks at me a little strange. Then he turns away and soon looks back at me and asks, "Mom, did you get a Bump It?" I had a small portion of my hair pulled back in a little clip,making it look like I had a baby Bump It behind my bangs section!

And I don't know about you all, but I get sick of the mess in the bathroom after my kids attempt to brush their teeth. After complaining about it one day, Jerry, my oldest son, says to me, "Ah, Mom...I keep telling you we need a Touch 'n Brush!"

My kids are suckers for an informercial. They ask me all the time why we don't have those Shamwow rags that absorb 20 gallons of water/pop/wine (if you're a drunk). I was trying to tell Jerry about a segment on Good Morning America that I saw where the hostess actually tested these products and how it just doesn't work like they do on the commercials. He argues passionately for Vince about how they really DO work. There was no convincing him. Finally, I just told him I like to spend $20 a month on paper towels.

And don't even get me started on the Snuggie. They talked about those things so much that one day in March we received a package in the mail containing 6 snuggies, complete with the free book lights that you can attach to a magazine while lying on a couch with the lamp on behind you. Thanks Daddy! You really know how to make your kids day! We can't wait for football season to begin around here so we can show up wearing our snuggies.

We also need the sliders that go on the bottom of ANY shoe that allow my kids to annoyingly slide around all carpeted areas of the house like professional skaters, Hercules Hooks for all the shelves we're planning on hanging (those really do work great though, btw), the Gourmet Quick Chop to slice and dice the vegetables even though I told Jerry that I have one like it from Papmered Chef. But he said it doesn't open up and come apart completely for cleaning. Didn't matter that I told him that actually it did. And don't forget the Roll and Grow flowers that transform your bland, ordinary lawn into a tropical oasis. We need them all.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Lie #74: Real men wear pink?

I bought my two older sons pink collared polo shirts for their school. They go to a charter school here in CO and they have uniforms. Collared shirts with khaki or navy pants/shorts. Anyway, I showed Jonah and said, "Look what I bought you and Jerry to wear?!" They have pink t-shirts that they wear on a regular basis, btw... Jonah looks at me and gets this 'I'm trying to look like I'm as excited as you are but I'm really not and the more I think about it and the longer I look at that pink shirt the harder it is for me to act excited' look. I say, "What? You don't like it?" And he says, "Oh great, now everyone's going to laugh at me!"

So I say that was fine and I could take it back to the store. He seems good with that. Then today I bring down a yellow shirt and a brown shirt for him to choose from and ask which one he wants to wear. He says, "Ummm...the pink one?" I said, "You want to wear the pink one?!" He said yes and so off he went to school today looking very smart in his darling pink collared shirt and he never complained once about it!

So the saying should go something more like this:

Real big boys who will do anything to please their mommies wear pink.

I love him!

BTW, Jerry looked at it later that evening and said, "I'll wear it on Valentine's Day!" I just laughed and said, "That's in February...next school year!" He just grinned like he was fully aware of that!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Lie # 101: You wake up feeling refreshed and rested after taking Tylenol PM the night before.

Or maybe I should have read the instructions better. Surely it would have told me not to take 2 of them at 1:00 AM when I have to wake up at 6 AM. I wish today that I was a coffee drinker. I'd have about 3 cups right now.

I feel like I belong on the set of Thriller. I learned that dance, btw. I can be a Thriller zombie and I wouldn't even need any make-up.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Lie # 3: We'll be fine here for 4 1/2 months while Jerry is living in CO.

I've never before in my life felt so isolated and alone as I have the past few months. Jerry left in January and while time seems to fly and while we have made a few road trips up to visit, I feel like I have been left alone in Tulsa. I know I have family here and I know I have friends here, but we are all busy with our own lives. I had no idea how emotionally taxing it would be to care for 4 small children and have no one else who is as responsible for their well-being as myself around to help. This could be considered an ode to single parents of 4 children everywhere. I am not living in my own home and I cannot hire a babysitter to come in and take care of them for the night while I go and eat dinner with a friend or watch a movie or even just take a nap. I hope no one thinks I am whining. I have had significant help and support from my In-Laws and from my dear friend, Carla. Her husband has been amazing with my kids. He plays with them, he snuggles with Jessica, he even let me sleep in on a weekend! I couldn't repay them all for their help no matter what I tried. I'm just saying...I'm lonely and I miss my husband with a ferocity I never knew I had. I keep pushing it down because I know it will be over soon, but it's threatening to spill out and wreak havoc unlike anything I have ever before experienced. I need him. And that's it.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Have you ever felt out of place?

Friday was 50's dress-up day at school. My 'friend', Radonn, told me about it late Thursday night. She said she was going to dress up like someone from the movie Hairspray. She said it was going to be really fun. I woke up late, got dressed in the most retro clothes I had on hand, begged the boys to dress like John Travolta, but they have some amazing self-preservation instinct that they must have inherited from their daddy, and left for school. My friend sent me this little movie she made about 50's dress-up day at the school. It says it better than I ever could. Thanks Carla, but I noticed the picture of you in your outfit is missing...huh.

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Do you ever just feel like something's not quite right?

It's been a very, very long day at school today. I told Jerry that it's been one of my top 5 worst days of the school year so far, and I just can't wait until I am done! This is what I'm sure I looked like to my students today:








And, I found this old picture of me before I began my gender replacement hormone therapy. Ahhh, memories. No wonder I didn't date much in high school.







And this is my twin sister who was a fetal alcohol baby. No one's seen her in a long, long time...she kinda looks like a pre-teen Brittany Spears, yeah...when she was a mousekateer. I'm telling you, there's something not quite right about her eyes...





So, like I said...it's been a very loooooonnng day.