The Jennifer Blogs

I saw a guy at the MRT Sunday who was wearing this t-shirt. It kind of cracked me up. I mean, who goes around advertising they “heart” pies?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely a lover of pies! Apple pie, cherry pie, blackberry pie, raspberry pie ... all fruit pies, really! But I don’t go around advertising it. Quite frankly, I think the size of my butt does a good enough job advertising that I love pies.

Seeing this shirt got me thinking ... what would I go around advertising my love for on a t-shirt?

I ♥ Jesus
I ♥ my husband
I ♥ my mom
I ♥ my dad
I ♥ my kids
I ♥ USA

I actually really love a few other things, but would not wear them on a shirt. I will, however, share them with you here:

I ♥ Poodles
I ♥ Chuck
I ♥ Charlie Epps
I ♥ Twitter
I ♥ to talk ... a lot!
I ♥ iWeb
I ♥ embarrassing my children
I ♥ radio
I ♥ Tristan Prettyman (Okay, I might actually put that one on a t-shirt)

What do you love enough to put on a t-shirt? What do you love that you’d be too embarrassed to put on a t-shirt?

I wish the locals could see what I see when they look at themselves in their ridiculous tiny bathing suits. Doesn’t it look like the man on the left is wearing boxer briefs and the man on the right is wearing his little tight bikini underwear? That’s how it looks to me!

I blogged quite a while ago about an incident where my son got kicked out of the pool because he wasn’t wearing one of these little tiny suits. He was wearing board shorts, a style more popular in America. I was told that there were complaints about the style of bathing suit my son chose to wear when swimming. Really? They were complaining that they couldn’t see enough? He’s just 16, for crying out loud! I told the office people that if I knew it was okay to complain, I’d have complained long ago that my daughter has to look at men wearing nothing but tiny little tight undies every time she goes to the pool. Good thing we already had “the talk” or we might well have been forced into it after hanging out at our swimming pool!

This is the note that came along with my custom earphones. “Very small ears,” they say. Well no duh! That’s why I had impressions made to get some earphones that would actually fit in my ears!

You have no idea what it’s like to have ears so small that even the small earphones on the market won’t go inside my ears. I’m loving my LiveWires, though! These puppies not only produce great sound, but they fit in my ears & when I”m on the treadmill, they don’t fall out!

By the way, my endodontist also says I have a “very small mouth.” If you like, I can get him to write me a note for proof.

This is a picture waiting to be taken.

This guy is hanging out of the wall at Jurong Point above a store that sells comic books. I can only guess he’s some comic book hero. He is not actually doing what you think he is. There are more fingers in the air than just that controversial middle one, but from this angle you can’t tell. I wonder how long The Singapore Morality Council will allow this to stay put.

I’m definitely a glass half-full kind of person, so it’s hard for me to understand how people can be so pessimistic sometimes. My son, for instance. He’s got one of the worst outlooks on life of anyone I’ve ever met! I’m not sure where he gets its from, but it’s difficult to try to give encouragement to someone who really doesn’t want it. Ever try to cheer up a pessimist?

My daughter, on the other hand, is an incredible optimist. She always looks on the bright side of things. Suzy Sunshine. How she and her brother were made by the same two people is beyond me. Something somewhere went berserk. They are as opposite as two people can possibly be.

Last night at dinner I asked my son, daughter and husband to name one thing that had happened to each of us this week. The goal is to make sure we are all paying attention to one another’s lives. I did this exercise once last week. I made my son go first. When he had to name something that happened to each of us, he was stumped and struggled through. I then asked my daughter to do the same thing. When my son realized this was the same thing I did last week, he said, “Oh, I get it. This is to make sure we’re paying attention to each other, or to make sure that I’m paying attention.” (He thought I was targeting him because he really doesn’t pay very close attention to what we’re all doing from day to day.) That gives you an idea of his attitude. My daughter struggled a little, but she said, “That’s okay, Jean-Luc, we’ll get better at it!”

Reminds me of an old joke about a pessimist and an optimist who were each placed in rooms full of horse manure. The pessimist cried and cried, depressed that he was surrounded by the smell, the sight, the icky feeling of manure. The optimist, on the other hand, was gratefully digging through the manure, excited and giggling. The psychiatrist asked the optimist what he/she was so happy about. The optimist said, “With all this crap, there’s got to be a horse under here somewhere!”