Friday, February 5, 2010

About You

I feel like this is always, me, me, me, and more me.

I’m curious about you. If you want, please tell me something about you, whether it’s…..




Something you’re proud of

Something you can do that no one else can (think David Letterman’s Stupid Human Tricks)

Something that’s on your mind…..right….now!


I’ll start….hee again....geeeeeez........

How about a funny story today, one to break the slew of recent sad ones. Well, now that I think about it, this one's not really funny, but I suppose I can laugh about it now :o)

When I was about 8, my cousin and I were making chocolate chip cookies, you know, with one of those big Kitchen Aid Mixers. I thought I heard my brother coming down the hall and leaned to see. My hair got caught in the beaters. I went to turn it off, but was up side down and turned it all the way up.

Luckily, my cousin has cat like reflexes and ran over to turn the crazy machine off. I was stuck to the mixer forever. My family worked hard to get me separated from the device. The beaters were all bent to hell and I had a bald spot on the side of my head the size of a grapefruit.

All I have to say is, “Thank God it was the 80’s because I forever wore my hair in a side ponytail!!

P.S. I have been terrified of Kitchen Aid Mixers ever since!


  1. Lmao...that's so funny (minus the bald spot of course!)...I would be terrified of the mixer too! turn! About five years ago I decided to buy myself a round brush to blow dry my middle of my back length hair. Yeah you see where this is going huh?

    So there I am in the mirror blow drying my hair. The next thing I know I'm standing there with the damn thing stuck in my hair. My hair was all one layers, so my bangs were LONG! I got that damn thing stuck in my bands in the very front of my hair.

    My son got home from school and tried to help me get it out, my ex got home from work and he tried to get it out. So I called my hairdresser and she said "girl just leave it in your hair and come see me first thing in the morning!"(WTH?? I'm supposed to sleep with this huge ass round brush stuck to my forehead??)

    Needless to say the ex ended up having to cut it the scalp! There was nothing a hairdresser could do to fix it. It looked horrible! Lol...

    I still haven't lived that one down! Have a great weekend!

  2. i've read your blog for some time but never posted before. but since you've inquired i'll share a bit.

    i came across your blog linked in the comments of another blog about a mother that lost her daughter. it was just after aviana's accident. my heart ached for both of you, but like your previous post, i'm one of those that handles finding words in these situations extremely poorly. that coupled with me being a complete stranger, i just kept silently reading and hoping the best for you and your family. i wondered why blogs with these raw emotions of grief roped me in when i've always felt helpless and horribly incapable of comforting people. i came to realize that i was uplifted by the strength and honesty you exhibit. we always think we can't handle this traumatic situations, and then you see those that are and are amazed and in awe of their abilities. i hope some of it rubs off on me, and love sharing in the strides you and aviana have made to overcome and find joy beyond what you thought was possible. i've been moved to tears, laughter, and unknown strength because you share. i cherish that.

    my fiance was recently diagnosed with MS and we've been through a very nerve-wrecking, scary ordeal while trying to figure out why he was in constant agonizing pain and had mobility issues along with other things. i was pushed to the emotional brink several times, and still struggle to keep it put together. but i'm finding strength in your strength, and i appreciate that.

    now something lighthearted... like your hair in the mixer... when i was younger, my braces became entangled with a cats furr when i smooched it's back. i can only imagine the amusement for others. hehe

  3. My Kitchaid mixer said to not be skeered. It loves you. ;)

    In fifth grade I fell off the monkey bars at school, and I'm pretty sure I broke my tail bone. I was too embarrassed to tell my mom, so instead I sat with only one cheek on my desk chair for a couple months at school.

    Then I managed to break my middle finger playing soccer. I was playing goalie and the ball jammed my finger, breaking off a chunk of bone. You should have seen the commotion when I showed up to school with my middle finger in a splint. I actually got sent to the office because the teacher thought I was trying to be funny!

  4. I've never owned a KitchenAid, because I married a man who cooks.

    Other things....I hung out with some of the San Fran 49ers when I worked at the Hacienda in Rocklin and they trained at Sierra College...even wore Jerry Rice's Superbowl Ring

    Been skydiving, but I am TERRIFIED of heights.

    Was an alter girl in a Catholic Church growing up.

    None of those sound like they go together!!!!

  5. I have never posted but have read your blog about every day. Something sad..we are coming up to the 4 year anniversary of my then 21 year old cousin being murdered. He was at a neighborhood bar, got into a fight, nothing major. Came outside the other guy confronted him and shot him in the back. He died 2 days before his son's 1st birthday. I will never forget my aunt & uncle's faces the day of his funeral and when I see his adorable 4 yr. old son I get overwhelmed with sadness.


    Something random: after 2 years of growing my hair out I decided today to cut it and go back to my short hair!

  6. A friend found your blog and sent it to me, knowing I would become "attached" to you three...and I have. I'm adopted. My daughter is adopted. I have been a fostermother to 125 drug exposed and medically fragile newborns, two who live with me right now. I was a teacher and then a special educator working with families, not just kids.
    I don't have any good cooking or mixer stories, though.

  7. I have a 5 year old from Guatemala. I do not know you but read your blog often. I pray for your family. My husband has Metastatic Thyroid cancer, but has a wonderfully positive attitude. Stay positive, your daughter is beautiful. : )

  8. When my daughter was three or so
    she found a worm in our garden.
    This is a fond memory.
    Her worm split in half by her tiny exploring
    hands. She cried and said, "I broke my worm!"
    Thank-you Jen for that memory to come back.
    You are a blessing to everyone who reads
    your blog.

  9. What a great and terrifying story! When I was about 6 or 7 I thought I "knew it all". . .I remember walking into Carl's Jr. with my parents (I'm an only child) an I was trying to refer to someone who was not very bright, and I said, "He's impotent!". . .Of course I meant "incompetent" but hey, I was only a few letters off. . .and what the heck was I doing trying to refer to someone as incompetent anyhow?!

  10. Yikes! What a story!! ...Once I popped my jaw out of place eating a Cadbury egg.

  11. When my son was around 18 months old, we were potty training him. He could do it by himself, although he always seemed to want company in the potty, because he didn't want to fall in the potty. One day he said "mommy, I wish my but was as big as yours..." I knew what he was meaning, but for someone who is 110 pounds after two kids, I didn't think my but was big, but he sure did make me go to the mirror and take a check. It was a really cute moment in time. Gotta love some of the things they say.

    On another note, it looks like Aviana is tracking better with her eyes in the photo's. Like the sparkle is back in her eyes.

    Although I don't stop in and comment often. You know me well enough, and know that I have had my own tragedies, and somethings there are just no words when things are difficult, just know that if I and others don't say something, it isn't because our hearts aren't crying for you. They truly are, just sometimes it feels like it might be better to not embarass ourselves by saying the wrong thing. Love ya

  12. I am not sure how I found your blog...but I check it every single day. My husband and I lost our 4 month and 20 day old Baby Girl to SIDS, 10 years ago. I miss her every single day. She was our second born...her older brother is 13 and she has an 8 year old brother and a 5 year old sister. I wish she was here. I miss who I was, before we lost her. I miss our life...before babies died.

  13. I love Vietnamese food and the smell of dishwater makes me nauseous. Yes - dishwater. Just thinking about the dishwasher makes me queasy. I have the nose of a bloodhound.

  14. Jen Dave, I sit here in tears-- you have brought emotions out of me that were stagnant-- after years of healing. I known someone that went thru cancer and survived- I stood by their side through it all and it changed me and my life forever. Its amazing how lifes challenges can make us even more stronger and even more human we ever thought possible. At the present moment my best friends nephew has bone cancer- he is in his early twenties-- he is like family to me-- i hurt for him as I read your blog and hurt for you and your little Aviana as you knew her-- saying good bye to what you always have known is so difficult --
    As each day passes -- your new baby girl will bring you even more happiness that you ever thought possible-
    Jon and I, and Kirra love you both and little Aviana very much-- we think about you and pray for a healthy and speedy recovery-- Thank you for bringing out those memories inside of me and having a good cry-- its what makes us human and it cleanses the soul. Being what i went thru-- i am so grateful.. I do understand pain, loss, its Gods way of helping us see life.... --well i just really cant put into words -- its something that you will feel and hold forever and its life changing - and I would not have it any other way .
    We love you ... Jon, Mayra, and Kirra

  15. I used to sing haLasagna in church during "Hallelujah" because that's what I thought they were saying. Quite loud too. Until my older sister finally figured it out and explained what they were really saying :-)

  16. We're in the process of adopting a one year old orphan named Sofia in Eastern Europe who has Down syndrome. We are so excited but are in the middle of a paperchase NIGHTMARE!!! How did you do it?!?! So crazy! Anyway, we are desperate to get her home to us. We started a blog to chronicle our journey at We might need our ramp back toward the middle of the year :)!!!! We don't know how she is doing developmentally but we KNOW she's a fighter and a survivor...just like precious Avi!

  17. I rolled a convertible when I was 21. My hair hit the ground; my passenger's head hit the ground. He died instantly. My whole life has been a constant battle of guilt, and of enormous pressure to answer questions that have no answer: Why did I live? What is my life worth? What can I give in exchange? How can I serve? So many "I"s...years of guilt and grief and fear blinded me from seeing the truth through my "I"s.

    Jen, you and Avi have touched my life and inspired me in ways that defy description. Thank you for the daily reminders to reach beyond myself and limiting beliefs. You two have my heart!

  18. I've followed your blog from Day 1, and I don't even remember how I stumbled across it. As a mother of two young boys, I can't imagine your pain. Just know that you have silent supporters too, those of us that just pray, think, hope for your family. Your strength is immeasurable and your honesty is admirable. Your story reminds me to squeeze a little tighter, hold a little longer, cherish EVERY SINGLE MOMENT. For that I say thank you. Inspired by you, I someday hope to start a blog of my own.

    On a lighter note, I have a slightly humiliating story to share. I got my first ever spray tan this week. I decided to go completely nude b/c I did not want tan lines. That's a little intimidating in and of itself, but I survived. When I was bending over to put my pants on, I noticed some very obvious spots she missed, namely the little (or big!) fold under my butt cheeks. Again, I really didn't want tan lines, so out I went to find the sprayologist, who was waiting for me at the reception area. As inconspicuously as I could, I told her about my cheek issue, and she agreed to "fix" it for me. I knew this wasn't going to be good. So back we go to the booth, at which time I had stand with my back to her, slightly bent over, holding my cheeks apart so she could fix my tan. All I kept thinking about was why on earth I ever thought this was a good idea! Talk about a humbling experience! I'm thinking that was my first and last spray tan! ;)