My thoughts on preschool ending (it shouldn't), physical activity news you'll find shocking, stinky stuff, and a TV-worthy discovery about my teenage years

I have no idea what to blog about anymore. Sure, I could easily whine some more about this deployment or how often I'm feeding my kids hot dogs and nuggets (in case you forgot, that would be every day) or the fact that my floors require extensive vacuuming once a day at the very least. But that just seems so..... bleh. You've heard all that before. WHAT ELSE SHOULD I TALK ABOUT??

Let's talk about how preschool will be ending in a few short weeks. And then there is.... nothing. NOTHING. How can they do that to me Sam? He really enjoys going there and I've really enjoyed sending him. Not that I do anything particularly meaningful during that time because Molly has an all-important nap she must take right smack dab in the middle of it, but it's still nice to be at home and get stuff done and have no one NEEDING me for anything. They really should offer some sort of summer program or something. Maybe twice a week. For 3ish hours or so. Until the fall. I dunno. Just a crazy brilliant idea I had. (Summer preschool? Yes?)

In other news, I, Jennifer can't-say-my-last-name-on-the-internet, am officially enjoying running. And it's not even "running" anymore. It's running. Granted, I am saying this during the spring when I don't sweat my face off during every morning run. My thoughts may change during the summer months. (And they're allowed to change because I am a woman and changing my mind is one of my fundamental rights.) The nice part about running on post is that this place is relatively flat. Minimal hill-age is desirable when pushing 80lbs of whiny into the breeze. There are also plenty of "public" roads with sidewalks. I don't know about you, but I usually need to be shamed into running. If I run on some neighborhood street, I can easily talk myself into walking for 30 seconds or so "just to catch my breath". But if I'm running on a main drag with cars flying by at a mighty 25mph, I am waaaaay more likely to keep my feet moving. And that's motivating.

I've also started juicing. I juice a lot of broccoli. (It smells exactly like you think it does. Or maybe slightly worse than you're thinking.) Sometimes my juice gets hijacked by a very forgivable 2-year-old. I'm hopeful that juicing can help cut down on the very expen$ive $queezy $ituation. ($$$$$$$$$$$$) Maybe one day these kids will even eat veggies in their natural form. One day.....

I received a box from my parents recently that contained lots of "precious" memorabilia from my junior high and early high school days. I went through it this morning and could not believe that I was a 14-year-old hoarder.

Yes, the labeling thing is very helpful, Past Jenn.

Such a keepsake-worthy, sentimental note from my mama.

Just an article from a blood drive I participated in, along with THE BLOOD BANDAGE THEY USED ON MY ARM WTF.

These are so incredibly useful and sentimental now! NOT.

Just a glimpse of the letter-hoarding madness...

Ironic, because I WAS TRYING.

Whyyyyyyy did 14-year-old Jenn think that she would one day want to read back through every note she had ever received? Why did she save random hall passes and locker combinations and receipts from JCPenney and programs from school plays and band concerts and did I mention that she saved EVERY LETTER THAT HAD EVER BEEN WRITTEN TO HER??? Let's just say that the recycle men have their work cut out for them this week. I saved a few key pieces that Steve will find hilarious, but everything else got tossed. My hoarder tendencies have done a complete 180 and basically everything we own now is for sale on craigslist. Talk about reformed...

Anyways, I think that's about all I have to talk about today. I feel like anyone who read this mess of random thoughts deserves a piece or 12 of chocolate. So if that's you, head on over to your pantry, find your secret stash, and treat yourself. You earned it.