McLinky Monday – 5 Things I Can No Longer Do

Well, I like to think that I can do anything I put my mind to, but truth is I’m not as young as I once was.
I’m not sure if there is anything that I just absolutely CAN NOT do, but I probably don’t do them as well as I used to...and shouldn't.

(That’s the understatement of the century.)

I definitely can NOT cheer, jump, kick, tumble, or do stunts like I used to.

I did, however, recently pull off of a stunt while volunteering at the school for PTA.

(excuse the bad photography...we were only equipped with an iPhone)

That’s what us PTAers do in our down time. We relive our old cheerleading days.

I can’t jump on the trampoline for very long. I’ll pee my pants.

Speaking of peeing my pants, I can NOT hold my bladder. I WILL pee my pants. It’s happened.

I can NOT depend on coffee to keep me awake. I think I’ve built up an immunity to it’s effects.

I can NOT just dye my hair just for the sake of a color change…it’s a necessity. I have grey hairs, y'all.

All this talk makes me think of that Toby Keith song…I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.

What are 5 things you can no longer do?

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High Maintenance

Are you high maintenance?  Am I high maintenance?

I was pondering this thought while in the shower the other morning.  Don't ask me why, but I do some of my best blogging in the shower.  I should look into a waterproof laptop or something, but then I might never get out...except for when the water turned cold.  Perhaps I need to look into a bigger hot water tank?  Isaiah is always looking for things to invent.  I'll let him know about this asap.

Back to the topic.  High maintenance.  Are you?  I think sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not.  On one hand, I love a mani/pedi and I pay someone to wax my eyebrows, but on the other hand, I color my hair out of a box and my aunt cuts my hair for free.  I love Coach purses, but feel totally comfortable wearing things from Target.  On most days, my purse probably costs more than my entire outfit...including my shoes.  I do drink Starbucks like no body's biznass and I make no apologies for it.  


So, what makes someone high maintenance?

For this question, I went to Google, my trusty friend in times of need.  According to most of the articles I read, guys consider girls "high maintenance" when they always have to put make-up on and primp.  

Well, this sealed the deal for me.  I just want all of you to know that I am officially LOW maintenance.  One thing I do not do is spend a lot of time applying make-up or primping.  

My morning routine is:  wake up, lay in bed for 20 minutes checking Twitter/Facebook/Blogger, roll out, turn the coffee pot on, turn the laptop on, read a few more blogs, wake Isaiah up, make him breakfast, get him dressed, cue the cartoons, take a shower...and then in the 15 minutes I have left I dress, dry my hair, and MAYBE...on a good day, put on some powder, mascara, and lip gloss.  On a good day.

Keeping it real people...

this is what I look like today, sitting at my desk on my lunch hour...apparently, it wasn't a "good day".  It is the unPhotoshopped, unPicniked, and unedited version.  That's what you would get if you came here right now.

It's OK if we're not friends anymore.  I understand.

Disclaimer:  If you EVER see a picture on this blog and my skin looks flawless or my face looks *achem* thinner, you can bet the farm that I've used Photoshop or Picnik.  So, please know that if you ever meet me in person, I will not look like that.  You can do wonders with a good camera angle, favorable lighting, and a little airbrush and Insta-thin on Picnik. 

So, are you high maintenance?  Low maintenance?  Somewhere in between?

~jennykate

I'm joinging FMBT hosted by Boobies, Babies, and a Blog; Survey Junkie; and Little Yaya's

Versatile? Me?

A BIG thanks to Mommy Mayhem for passing on this little award to me!  I'm not sure how versatile of a blogger I am.  Random?  Yes.  Versatile?  I don't know about that.  

The req's:

• Reveal 7 truths about yourself
• Pass it on to 7 blogging friends

Let me see if I can tell you guys some things you don't already know.

7 Truths

1. I LOVE green beans.  I mean, LOVE them.
2. I'm so impatient sometimes.  I really love instant gratification.
3. I've been evaluating friendships lately.  Not that I don't want to be friends with anyone.  I just think some "friends" are better kept at a distance.  Know what I mean?  I find it hard to make that separation, but I'm trying.
4. I can blush at the drop of a hat.  I'm sitting in the living room last night, watching DWTS, and Maks is on.  Y'all know Maks, right?!  All my husband does it look at me.  I mean just glanced my way and I turned all shades of red.  What is wrong with me?!
5. On that note, I DO NOT have a poker face.  Lady Gaga was not talking about me.  You can totally read me just by seeing my facial expressions.
6. I have a ridiculous fear of spiders.  Early Sunday morning as I was coming home from a Girl's Night Out, I was walking up to the front door, not really paying attention to anything, when all of a sudden I see a HUGE spider.  This is not one of my exaggerations, which I am known for.  It was real.  It was like a tarantula at my front door.  FREAKED. ME. OUT.  About that time the headlights on my car automatically turned off and I couldn't really see the eight-leg-spawn-of-satan any longer...because he was black and it was DARK.  So, I ran, I mean RAN, back to my car.  Jumped in.  Slammed the door.  Locked it.  I have no idea what for.  It's not like the spider was going to open the door or anything.  I turned on the light inside the car, you know to make sure there were no tarantulas in my car that I hadn't seen 15 seconds earlier when I was in my car.  I sat there and waited until my husband came and killed the massive-life-threatening-eight-leg-spawn-of-satan.  I would have slept in my car before I would have went past that spider to get in my house.
7. I love Starbucks.  What?!  I couldn't think of anything else to say.

I know there have been tons of tagging and bloggy awards floating around, so I'm not going to tag anyone.  However, if anyone wants to snag this award and play along, feel free!  I think you are all wonderfully, versatile bloggers, and I would love to know more about each and every one of you!


Hope you're all having a TERRIFIC Tuesday!♥

Jenny Kate from A to Z

This week over at The RHOK, we're giving tidbits about ourselves from A to Z...play along, it's FUN!

A - Age: 32

B - Bed size: King

C - Chore you hate: Folding and putting away laundry!UGH!

D - Dog(s') name: Belle...not Bella, she came along way before Twilight came into my life.

E - Essential start your day item: COFFEE! and hugs

F - Favorite color: Red

G - Gold or Silver or Platinum: Silver

H - Height: 5'5 and 1/2...don't forget the 1/2

I - Instruments you play(ed): I played the recorder once...does that count?

J - Job title: Wife, Mom, Accounting Clerk

K - Kid(s): Isaiah

L - Living arrangements: Expanding

M - Mom's name: Ronda

N - Nicknames: Jenny Kate, Jen

O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: none, thank the Lord, because I don't like hospitals.

P - Pet Peeve: bad grammar and people who use other people just to get what they want...then ditch the people they used, until they need them again...whoa, was that a tangent?  Yes, yes it was.

Q - Quote from a movie/show:

“Ma, can we get some meatloaf!”

 -Chazz Reinhold from The Wedding Crashers
R - Right handed or left handed: Right

S - Siblings: a step-brother and step-sister, and a half-sister and two half-brothers

T - Time you wake up: 6:00ish

U- Underwear: it's situational

V - Vegetable you dislike: tomatoes, no wait that's a fruit

W - Why you run late: Um, usually just me...I have this insane need to try to fit too many things into my morning.

X - X-rays you've had: my nose, I passed out once and cracked my nose.

Y - Yummy food you make: I make really good pasta dishes.  I think it's because I'm such a pasta freak and I just know what tastes good...lots of experience!

Z - Zoo favorite: Primates