Thursday, January 27, 2011


I made some super cute "clover" earrings today...I love them.
I've been on this weird jewelry-making kick for the past couple weeks.
I say "weird" because I'm not a jewelry-maker.
I haven't even bought any supplies.
I've just been taking apart all of the jewelry that I don't like/wear and reconstructing it into something new.
It's quite fun.
I'll post some pictures soon.

fun with return address labels

"I need to go put myself in the mailbox."

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

the budding songwriter

a song Meredith composed and has been singing today:

"I'm a chicken nugget,
a chicken chicken nugget.
I'm a nugget,
I'm a chicken nugget."

Sunday, January 23, 2011

scene: our kitchen on Sunday afternoon

Meredith: (sings "Amayzing Mayzie)

Jenna: I don't need to worry about getting sick during this show, because Meredith and Rebecca are practically my understudies. They could just fill in for me.

Mom: Yeah.

Meredith: But I don't know all the words!

Jenna: Yes, you do.

Meredith (sings): "I was once a snowman like you, kid..."

Saturday, January 22, 2011


I discovered Picnik, a free photo editing site.

I went a little crazy editing some of the pictures Becca took at the botanical gardens...

Friday, January 21, 2011

I am a very stressed out individual.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

text templates

My phone has a bunch of "text templates" that, supposedly, make texting faster/easier.
They are silly.

1. Call me when you get this message.
Apparently you can't just say, "Call me."

2. I'm in a meeting. I'll call you back.
I would just turn my phone of and apologize later.

3. I am here.
That's so short that it would be faster/easier NOT to use the template.

4. Where are you?

5. I love you.
If you loved someone enough that you wanted to text them and tell them so, couldn't you take twenty seconds out of your day and type it yourself?

6. When can we meet?

7. Where is the meeting?

8. Talk to you soon

9. I'm late and will be there in ___ minutes.

10. Sorry I missed your call, I am in a meeting. What's up?
I LOVE the "What's up?" at the end.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I am almost seventeen.

That sounds so young! I'm, like, a baby.

I feel a lot older than seventeen.

I don't think I like it.


Monday, January 17, 2011

I recently cleaned out the collection of letters, notes, cards and theatre memorabilia from years past that was sitting my closet.

I don't know why this was in with all of the birthday cards I've received in the last 7 years or so.
Don't you wish you had a puzzle of your name like me??

Why do I keep all of this? Will I really need this in the future?

Theatre posters/programs on the left, opening/closing night notes and other stuff on the right

I also sorted all the letters and things (pictured above) that Jeni Steele has sent me while we've been corresponding via snail mail for two and a half years. I found...

...a letter she wrote to me while on an's written on a barf bag.
Jeni Steele, I love you and your barf bag letters.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

the curtis' house

While in Tulsa about a month ago, we drove through the (semi-sketchy) neighborhood where the Curtis brother's house (from the movie The Outsiders) is located.

We were excited :)

It's for sale, too!! So, if anyone is looking for property in the scary parts of Tulsa, don't pass up this gem!!

The park were Johnny kills the Soc is right down the street from the house, but we didn't get any pictures.

nashville trip

A weekend of weddings, snow, presidential residences, The Sound of Music, looking at the animals in Petsmart and lots more!!

The Sauce Policy posted in the McD's where we ate breakfast...??

My mother and a very cold, cranky Meredith standing in Andrew Jackson's backyard. We visited the Hermitage on January 8, which, coincidentally, is the anniversary of the Battle of New Orleans...and, in honor of the day, admission was FREE!! It was freezing, but cold weather = fewer tourists, which was nice. The Hermitage was by far my favorite presidential residence that I've visited...and, yes, I've only visited three. But it was really awesome.

The springhouse

We were driving to the McKune/Bynum wedding (congrats, Ben and Lindsey!!!) and I yelled, "Mom!! Look, it's Dave Ramsey!"
We took a picture.

Fancy coffee was served at the wedding. This was Mom's cappuccino..

....and this was my cappuccino. See the adorable little foamy heart? It was yummy.
Fun was had by all.
Except, Meredith didn't really like the Hermitage because - in an act of sheer brilliance - she didn't pack any long pants and was stuck with bare legs while we walked around Jackson's property.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

cats from the past

I miss my cuddly kitties. Mr. Jefferson is friendly enough, but he doesn't like to snuggle..and that depresses me.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

embrace the irrelevance

Yesterday, I showered at my grandmother's house. I showered at my grandmother's house because..I stayed up really late/early on New Year's Eve/New Year's Day morning.

Really, really late/early.


I didn't have time to shower at home, so I showered at my grandparent's, because our tradition (cue Fiddler music...tradition!!!) is to go over to their place on New Year's Day.

I bet you are wondering where the heck I'm going with this. Bear with me.

It's yet another story from me that is completely irrelevant....but the only other thing that I could write about is the cough I have and the fact that I'm watching the Lord of the Rings movies again and really like them, and I don't want to write about illness and 3 hour long films!

So I write about irrelevant things.

Usually there is a bottle of "girl shampoo" (you know, that kind that smells like almonds and boasts that it contains oils and "butters" from all sorts of fruits and flowers and nuts, but probably would be just as effective without all of that..) in the shower, but not this time. Nope. All that I could find was some "boy shampoo" was Mary Kay Tribute for Men, and it smelled like..well, like a male. I thought, what the heck. I'll just use it.

My hair smelled like a boy. From time to time, I would catch a whiff of it and think "Who is wearing that awful, smelly cologne?" Then I would realize that it was my hair. And then I would laugh to myself and promise not to use shampoo meant for males ever again.