Tip of the day

Everything you do looks better when your fingernails are painted red.

Dear Future Husband.

Please wear a grey suit to church every week.

Not just the pants, but a jacket too.

It's ok to bring me flowers on just regular days.

And leaving a sticky note on the mirror 

with something remotely cute written on it 

will make my whole day.

"I'm fine" means exactly the opposite.

I like to clean.

But only if I can listen to music really loud.

So that would be a good time to leave me alone.

If I am in a bad mood, 

don't talk to me for like 5 minutes 

and then I'll be back to normal.

I hope you are ok with a lot of kids,

because I want at least 5.

I can't cook.

I want to be a teacher.

That means we'll both have careers.

Who knows what I'll do when we have kids,

but just so you know,

that is what I want to do.

I hope you can sing.

Because I would really like to 

sit next to someone in church who can sing.

But if you can't, that is ok.

Still sing loud.

I don't care how much money you make 

if it means you work more.

I'd rather see you and be poor 

than have you work more and be rich.

I like to listen to music in the car.

In fact, I really hate driving with no music.

And I usually don't listen to the whole song,

I'll change it before it ends.

We're getting married in the temple.

No exeptions.

Don't ever tell me I can't do it.

I don't care what "it" is.

I'll try for hours if you tell me I can't.

Even if I know for a fact I can't.

We'll most likely live close to my parents.

And visit a lot.

So you should probably get used to them.

Waffles are my favorite.

And I'll probably eat them every morning.

I like old furniture. 

Not ugly old though.

Just old.

I have (sort of) a lot of clothes.

I'll most likely be needing my own closet.

I hate talking on the phone.

I also don't really like to hug.

So don't take yours for granted.

I like to write letters.

So if I ever write you one,

don't think I'm weird.

I don't say

“ I love you ”

Unless I mean it.

So when I say it?

I mean it.

Well, I hope I see you soon.

Love forever and always,

Your wife.

Jenna Renee        

Sub for Santa

This is a JALAPENO PEPPER.
I will be eating TEN of them.
In approximately two hours.
Last night my good friend Kelsey came with me to buy them.
We picked out eleven so I could try one before today.
I tried a piece probably a centimeter in diameter. 
I almost died.
So we decided to take all of the seeds out of the peppers,
and no that is not cheating it is called saving me from death.
I haven't tried one yet without the seeds.
We'll see how this goes....
Good think I'll have my jalapeno crew waiting right next to me with bread, milk, kleenex, and everything else we could think of.
Wish me luck.

P.s.
It was a surprise party.
Our parents kinda rock.

Be YOU.

High school is possibly the most interesting experience.
It actually starts in Junior High.
All of the kids who thought they were the big thing.
They had it all, right?
They were popular, cool, hot, everyone wanted to be them.
Then you got to high school.
No one cares about them.
Everyone's interest goes to a new group of people.
But guess what?
The same thing happens to those people too.
We are all going to graduate school and most likely in ten years,
you aren't going to have any contact
with that group you tried so hard to impress.
We'll all move on and live our own lives.
One day your kids will be in high school.
So stop worrying so much about what everyone at school thinks of you.
Because the second we all graduate, no one is going to care who you were in high school.
Who was Obama in high school?
No one cares.
Who was your boss in high school?
No one cares.
Who were you in high school?
NO ONE CARES.
So be whatever the heck you want to be
and stop caring about if you fit in or not.
How boring would life be if we were all the same?
There is a reason we all like different things and think differently.
We are all DIFFERENT PEOPLE.
So stop trying to be like someone else.
Make someone else want to be like you.

If you were to ask this question to anyone,
"Is it ok to walk around with no pants on?"
I am pretty sure the majority of them would of course say,
NO.
Yet, here is an interesting fact,
Girls wear leggings as pants.

LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS.
Therefore, can not be worn as pants.
Yes I understand they are thicker than tights.
So?
They aren't pants.












It should be illegal to wear them as pants.
They were meant to be worn with short dresses.
Ya know, the ones that COVER YOUR BEHIND?
If your dress/shirt does not come down to at least below your buttox,
then guess what!
Put on a pair of pants.
Because you need them.
I don't know who began this
"Leggings are pants" trend,
but it should be stopped.
Oh, and for all of you out there who were leggings as pants
(Kelsey Lucena Ercanbrack)
I have nothing against you.
All I ask, is that you wear some pants.

Where would we be without

BLACK FRIDAY?

Who exactly was the person

that had the idea to open up

the stores at 4 am

and have everything on sale??

Because they are GENIUS.

There is nothing more exhilarating

than being in Walmart

when the horn goes off,

and all of the plastic wrap comes

off of the sale items.

Especially,

when your mom and aunts

want you to get those items.

Running around the store,

jumping over boxes,

pushing through carts,

it is an adventure.

And who knew Zu-Zu pets

were the most wanted toy?

They had them behind the gun counter

handing them out like prescription drugs.

To some moms, those toys are drugs.

Walmart was probably the most insane.

We went to the mall after

thinking it was going to be

CRAZY.

It wasn't.

There was probably twenty people

just walking around.

No lines anywhere.

Except the Disney store.

There was a HUGE line

outside of that place.

Again, parents and their drugs...

We decided to ditch the mall

after about 15 minutes

and headed over to TOYS R US

because there were tons of cars outside

and we like the crowded places.

It wasn't too bad.

Just a few nutty people.

Us included.

But we do it to get a rush.

Others, they do it as if their life depends on it.

Target.

It didn't open until four

so we went home and chilled

for a bit before heading over there.

We couldn't miss this rush.

People were lined up from the door

all the way down the street,

past Old Navy, and around the building.

We got there at about 3:50

and waited by the door

because there was no way in heck

we were walking all the way

to the end of that line.

When the doors opened,

people ran.

Literally ran.

By the time that the line got

to the end and we got inside,

people with the TVs were already

on their way out.

Our moms met us back in Target

after we got the so desired items.

Then Katie and I got to wait in line.

After we were lying down

in the underwear section.

It was the only place with no people.

Go figure.

Then after waiting in line til about 5:45,

they let us go home.

They stayed there in the line

for who knows how long.

The line stretched throughout the

ENTIRE store.

Nothing is worth waiting outside

in the freezing cold for hours.

Nothing.

Oh the joys of Black Friday.

"I am thankful...
For the wife who says it's hot dogs tonight,
because she is home with me,
and not out with someone else.
For the husband who is on
the sofa being a couch potato,
because he is home with me
and not out at the bars.
For the teenager who is
complaining about doing dishes,
because it means she is at home,
not on the streets.
For the taxes I pay,
because it means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party, because
it means I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug,
because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work,
because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a lawn that needs mowing,
windows that need cleaning,
and gutters that need fixing,
because it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear
about the government,
because it means we have
freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find
at the far end of the parking lot,
because it means I am capable of walking
and I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill,
because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church
who sings off key,
because it means I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing,
because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles
at the end of the day,
because it means I have been
capable of working hard.
For the alarm that goes off
in the early morning hours,
because it means I am alive."

I found this poem my freshman year and I have loved it ever since.
I truly am grateful for all the little things in my life.
I think I have more than A LOT of other people in this world.
Sometimes I think that Americans loose the sight of what really matters.
Because we have so many things to block our vision,
to get us distracted.
But if we each take one minute to take a step back in our lives
and realize that even in the hard times, we always have more than someone else.
For example, you are reading this.
Therefore, you have access to a computer.
I bet there are thousands of people who have never even seen a computer.
So try not to take everything for granted.
Once a day think about what you have.
And be grateful for it.

Senior? I guess I am.

I've always thought putting up pictures of yourself was always
a little awkward.
And slightly embarrassing.
Then I decided.
So what?
It took me an entire day to take these pictures.
I had to do a lot of fake smiling.
A lot of walking.
I'm not complaining.
Because it was heck of fun.
This is the product of Jessica and I spending an entire day
driving around and snapping pictures.
Changing clothes in the car.
Getting weird looks from people.
And having fun.
Senior pictures?
Done.

Smell the roses...

Fast.
That is what everyone wants.
Fast. Now faster. No. That's too slow.
Drive as fast as you can on the freeway.
Get your food as fast as you can from the drive thru.
Have calls that last 3 seconds.
Even that is too slow.
No one takes the time to breathe.
We are always moving.
Why not take the time to stop and ask someone how their day is?
Then actually wait to hear the answer.
Stop all the way at the stop sign.
It doesn't take that much longer.
Maybe if we'd all stop and smell the roses,
we'd actually be able to find things to be grateful for.
God created this earth for us.
Enjoy it.
We're only here for a little while.
You never know what day will be your last,
so take advantage of every day.
Just smell the roses.

Happiness is an interesting thing.
It comes and goes.
It can come faster than you can blink,
but can leave just as quick.
It comes for a short time
and sometimes stays awhile.
It makes you laugh,
brings tears to your eyes,
causes you to scream for joy,
or makes you completely silent.
Its in the eyes of a child
and the gentle touch of a grandparent.
It can change your life forever.
Anyone can have it, and anyone can give it.
The best part of happiness is that it is a choice.
You can choose to laugh at your mistakes, then learn from them.
Choose to smile and keep going,
even when you want to sit down and give up.
So choose now.
Have happiness in your life.
Or not.
Nothing is stopping you.

New Beginning

Once upon a time,
I did actually have a blog.
And I updated it.
That lasted about 5 months and then it took me about another year to update it again.
So I sort of just gave up on it.
I am not even sure how to get back onto that blog or if it still exists.
So thanks to Jessica Carlson
(and her blogging conversations)
here's to my new blog.