Photo Gratitude

by Jen on November 13, 2011

I didn’t realize until I logged on to post this week’s Photo Gratitude that it has been ONE WHOLE WEEK since my last post.  Unacceptable.  How have I survived???  How have YOU survived???  It’s been rough, I’m sure.

This week has been a little funky because I screwed with my hormones.  I haven’t had a period since I took Femara (two months ago), so I thought I’d MD myself into a period by doubling up  on Tina’s meds last week.  Duuuuumb Assssssss.  My boobs feel like they may burst, my face is broken out like a teenager, and I’m moody as crap.  If I were wearing a mood ring, it would be brown… and it would resemble a frowny face.  Oh, and my MDing is ineffective (go figure!) because my period is still MIA.

I don’t have the right to be so bitchy.  Get over yourself, Jen.

Let’s lighten the mood, shall we?  I’ve got stuff to be grateful for.  (I just fist pumped.)

First of all, my George returned from New York this week.  In seven days, he drove to New York City, interviewed for a job, GOT a job, searched for apartments, FOUND an apartment, and drove back to Florida.  I swear I have yet to catch him in his superhero cape and spandex.  However, I do promise to post photos THE SECOND I witness it.

In an effort to prepare Millie for the bright lights of The City, we took her to the vet for a tune up.  She had a couple fatty tumors and a cracked tooth removed.  She came home sore and groggy and in dire need of my love and affection.  I live for those moments.

Last week, I told my staff about our plans to move to New York.  I adore them, so you can imagine the knot in my gut when I revealed I was abandoning ship.  Predictably, they were supportive and encouraging, and have since upped their game to make my final weeks memorable and amazing.  This week I was treated to an impromptu dance performance that lifted my spirits and solidified my need to pack them in a box and take them to New York with me.  They belong on Broadway, don’t you think?

We’ve been tearing apart our house trying to determine our “take” “keep” and “Goodwill” piles.  Packing sucks.  Period.  But moving to a 450 square foot Manhattan mansion makes packing suck a million times worse.  ANNNND, George and I are moving at two different times, adding another variable to our already complicated process.  However, hidden in the unorganized and dusty chaos, I am grateful to be able to walk down memory lane with George as he unearths newspaper clippings of his scholastic and athletic successes, and reveals yearbooks where he’s labeled classmate photos with things like, “Hot” and “Babe”.  Thirteen year old George was wee bit free with the compliments.

And while I was charmed by the 13-year-old version of my husband, I was unprepared for the gift of the high school version.  The high school version… in a LETTER JACKET!  Back off, ladies… he’s taken.  (Although if he doesn’t take the jacket off soon, I might beg you to take him.)  He stood in the mirror and had an Al Bundy moment for about half an hour.

And finally, I want to profess (for the trillionth time) how grateful I am to be moving to New York City.  One of my NYC friends posted this video on my Facebook page this week, and I’ve watched it about 20 times (and I’ve gotten teary eyed about 19 of those times).  I look forward to so many things The City has to offer, but one of the things I’m most excited about is not having to worry about the Floridian lizards that have been trying to crawl up my pantlegs for the last nine years.  Predators.  I HATE THEM.

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1 kim November 13, 2011 at 9:49 pm


do you and george have an ETA for move-in? are you getting rid of your cars? im so happy you liked the video! i actually really liked it a lot too because a lot of the footage he shot was from where i live in queens, like the "silvercup studios" sign I see whenever i take the train into the city, and underneath the triborough he's in astoria park which is like 4 feet from my apartment! whoop! and i really just want to be a copycat and do the exact same thing!! huzzahh!!


2 Jen Has A Pen November 17, 2011 at 7:46 pm

That's cool! I wondered where that was! I agree. I wanna figure out how to use Doreen to shoot stuff like that. We can learn together!


3 mamamash November 14, 2011 at 11:51 am

I swear you're the only person I know who TRIES to have a period. I barely survived this month's visit from Aunt Flo.

I am super duper impressed by George. Haha, I just said "By George." Now I will speak in an old English accent for the rest of the day.

Poor puppy with the poking and prodding. Hope she got lots of snuggles.


4 Jen Has A Pen November 17, 2011 at 7:45 pm

Girl, if you don't have a period, it makes it a wee bit difficult to try and get knocked up. 😉


5 mamamash November 17, 2011 at 7:51 pm

Oh, I didn't realize you were trying still! I thought the factory was on a seasonal shutdown. 😉


6 Jen Has A Pen November 17, 2011 at 7:58 pm

My factory is kind of like Wal-Mart.


7 Rach (DonutsMama) November 14, 2011 at 4:26 pm

Oh that George! What a guy. I can't wait to see and read about all your NYC adventures. I will be living vicariously through you.


8 Jen Has A Pen November 17, 2011 at 7:46 pm

I will tell you allllllll about it! In three months, you will be like, "Uh Jen, can you shut up about New York already!?!?!?!"


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