My husband, Jeremy, asks me this almost daily. I am Jennifer. But people call me Jen…well, to my face anyway. Behind my back, I’m sure they call me much more colorful things. I am a wife, and a mother to two beautiful and loud children, Henry and Reese. I'm honored to live my life with them. We reside in Northern-ish Utah. (No, polygamy is not legal. Anymore.) We answer to two cats, two dogs and one fish named Master-P who reads my thoughts.
Why did you abandon your other site steenkybee.blogspot.com?
Abandoned is a harsh word, don't you think?
I'm sorry. Why did you create The Stained Glasses, when steenky bee was so kick ass?
Kick ass, you say? Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself.
Now about my other blog; Much like the lemon pie I made last night steenky bee sort of just became something different than I had originally envisioned it being. Does that ever happen to you? Instead of a comfortable place for me post my thoughts and pictures of the kiddos, it wound up being a pool of runny yellow goop. Just like the pie.
Um, can you please explain that again? The whole “pie” metaphor was lost on me.
Okay, but try to keep up this time. I'm not sure why I thought creating another blog was necessary. It totally wasn't. If I'm honest about it, I guess I wanted to have a more personal site to have as a scrapbook of sorts for my children and our family. And, it might just me, but was that big ass bee and bright green over at steenky bee visually assaulting to anyone else? It was getting on my last nerve.
But just so you know, I still plan on posting there every so often. Sometimes I miss the chick with the beehive perched atop her head.
I’ve seen several typos in your posts. What’s the deal?
Well, aren't we awfully judgmental? So I forget to use spelcheck. All the time. It happens.
What else should we know about you?
I love Utah. I hate being hot. I love the idea of musicals and often rehearse them in my head where ever I am. (5, 6, 7, 8!) I am comfortably into my thirties. I spill food down the front of my shirt. Always. I smile at strangers, but don't let my children talk to them. I will always hold the door open for you. No one ever tells Jeremy he got a catch when he found me, but they always tell me that about him. I am incapable of road rage. I am disgusted by public swimming pools. I can twirl a baton. I rarely believe anything I'm told.
