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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

*J* is for Jennifer

Jennifer. Yes, that's me. It's a fairly common name for women around my age (that's a bit of an understatement, no?). It was the number one most popular girl's name of the decade. According to Social Security Online, there were 581,649 of us born in the 70s. Amy comes in at number 2, with 268,971.

Maybe that is part of the reason why I always felt a little on the boring side growing up: very average, very much part of the pack. I always wanted to be unique, but it seems a little difficult when you're just another Jennifer.

I'm over that now. There was a time in my life when I just wanted attention and wanted to stand out. But now, I am more than content to fly below the radar.

So, in honor of J, here's a random sampling of the things that make this Jennifer happy.


  • My Kids
  • My Husband
  • My Mom and Dad, my brother and family, my inlaws
  • My friend Sara
  • My Canon 5D
  • Vacationing with my husband in Hawaii
  • Reading, and reading, and reading some more
  • Music, especially that music made by my dad and brother
  • Music, especially Reckless Kelly, Counting Crows, and Fastball
  • Wallowa Lake in Oregon
  • Snow, as long as I don't have to drive in it
  • Running for miles and miles and still feeling like I can run more
  • Red wine, white wine, bubbly wine
  • Kitty cats
  • People that make me laugh, make me laugh and you're probably my friend for life
  • Disneyland
  • Tomatoes fresh from the garden
  • Caramel Apples
  • Sleeping in
  • Coffee
  • The smell of pine trees
  • Campfires, and roasting marshmallows


Maybe my name is common. Maybe I am common. I really don't know, but frankly, I don't care anymore. I just feel happy, and I plan to continue to discover happiness and love all around me.

That is Jennifer.

Monday, April 11, 2011

*I* Interview

As much as I wish I could be getting enough photography jobs to supplement our income as much as we need, the sad truth is that it just isn't happening. I want more than anything to be the work from home mama/goddess, but right now we need a little more than that.

I have been applying for jobs and I have had several interviews, but I haven't had an offer yet. I know things are very competitive right now, and that there are lots of people out there looking for work, so I am trying not to get discouraged.

I have another interview tomorrow morning, and I am am thinking positive thoughts and hoping for good things. I guess only time will tell.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

*H* Hecktor Pecktor!!!!

It probably sounds like a pretty silly name for a band, but the story behind it always makes me laugh a little. My brother was expecting a baby, and one night he and his wife were laying in bed and reading through the Hs in a book of baby names. They came to the name Hector and my brother said that would never work. Our last name is Peck, and he said it would be impossible to say Hector Peck. It would inevitably roll off the tongue as Hecktor Pecktor. Thankfully for the baby, she was a girl, and I don't suppose there was ever really a chance of her being named Hector. The band, however, started using the name and it stuck.

My dad has been playing music since before I was born, and my brother since he was big enough to hold a guitar. I have always adored my brother, and this is one of my all time favorite pictures of the two of us.
I grew up listening to them play and sing and it has always been one of my greatest joys in life. I feel like our collective love of music has, in many ways, shaped and defined me as the person I am today. Certain music touches my very core and makes me feel safe and at home. When I need comfort or an attitude adjustment, sometimes all it takes is to put a pair of headphones on my head and I can be transported to another place.

My dad played in a bar band that was quite popular in our area when I was a small child. Eventually, my parents decided they didn't want to spend every weekend out until the wee hours of the morning, so the band dissolved, but the music never left our home. Years down the road, after my brother graduated from high school, he joined up with a couple of friends and they began to play as many local venues as they could. They also went into the studio and recorded a couple of CDs. After several years, the friends went their separate ways to start families and finish their educations.

But, the pull of music is always there, and a few years ago, my dad invited a friend from work over to jam in the garage. Larry is a skilled guitar player, and his leads just fit so well in to whatever my dad and brother are playing. And, thus, Hecktor Pecktor was born.

I even picked up the bass for a little while and spent some time jamming with the band. I was never any good, but just getting the opportunity to play with them always made me feel so happy. Here's a little video of a little jam at our family reunion.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyrnDkcRLw0

They've been writing and recording quite a few new tunes, and even recorded an song my dad wrote back in the 70s called "Old Country Song".

Check out the band page at Reverb Nation and take a listen. I'm so proud to be a member of this family.

Friday, April 8, 2011

G for Gargoyles

One day, my friend Amy and I were walking around at the Hyde Park Street Fair in Boise, Idaho. It's just a quaint little hippie festival with lots of booths selling tie-die and incense and things to that effect. We passed by one booth and for some reason the man there gave us a couple of tiny cement gargoyles. Isn't that cool? That's all I've got. I'm really tired today.

F is for Family

I had time yesterday to write something for the letter F, but I stayed busy with chores around the house and I went for a run, and before I knew it, it was the end of the school day. One child arrived home from school, and I made him something to eat. Then it was off to collect the youngest so he could have a snack and get dressed for baseball practice. After dropping him off, I ran back to pick the girls up from their after school program and get them deposited at home. Then, back to watch the end of practice and home again to finally get dinner started.

After dinner was done, consumed, and cleaned up, we Skyped with our girls in Idaho for awhile (thank goodness for Skype!!!! I would never be able to survive without it!!). By that time, I was just ready to lay down and relax with my amazingly wonderful husband, and I realized that I should have taken the chance to blog during the day when I had it. But, such is life....

My family is the most important thing in the world to me and they always come first. I am so blessed to have so many people to love, and so many people who love me. All 7 of my children are unique and wonderful, the 2 to whom I gave birth, and the other 5 whom I am so lucky to have the chance to have in my life. My husband is my rock, and he helps me be a better person. My parents are always there for me, they give me more love and support than I deserve. My in-laws are incredible, and I don't think you could ask for better.

So, F is for family. I would be lost without them!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

*E* for Education

Education is a topic that is on my mind a lot. As a parent, it is so important to me that my children receive a good education at school, and that I am supporting that learning and providing education for them at home as well. I worry about the state of our education system because of the economy and all the budget cuts our schools are experiencing. I also worry about my children staying focused and realizing just how important their education is. That comes from a very personal experience.

My school performance was average, but I know that I could have done so much better if I had just tried a little harder. I think I just had my head in the clouds a lot of the time, and I have to admit that I was always a bit of an underachiever. I went off to college with a boyfriend and no more motivation than I had in high school.

I have always been drawn to older people as friends (and spouses), and I think for some reason I just wanted to skip over my youth and become a full-fledged grown-up as quickly as possible. I dropped out of college after one semester.

All I could think about was getting married and becoming a mother. It was the only thing I wanted. I didn't feel career-driven, and at the time I felt that the only reason I needed a college education was if I had a clear career path that would require a college degree to achieve. What I failed to realize, though, was that while I am not career-driven, I am knowledge-driven. And, I did not anticipate how much I would come to regret that decision to drop out of college.

I moved back to the small town where I grew up, and I did indeed follow my dreams of getting married and having children. But, I had put myself into a situation where there was little I could do to continue my education. My husband received promotions and was finding himself in a career that would provide well for us, but that meant that we couldn't move from the town we lived in, and the nearest college was 100 miles away. I watched as my brother and his wife made many sacrifices to continue their educations and as I witnessed them both receive their college diplomas I was so proud of them and yet, so sad for myself.

The years passed, and I had children to care for and a household to maintain. Even after we were able to move to larger towns where college classes were available, it would have been costly and difficult to balance family, and work, and school, I always just pushed it out of my mind. My children are the best things that ever happened to me, and I have never for a second questioned that I shouldn't have become a mother when I did. But, I do wonder what would have happened if I had pushed a little harder to change my life earlier. As hard as it would have been, there are plenty of people who make sacrifices and find a way to balance family and schooling. Why could I have not done it, too?

And now, here we are. My life is much different and actually even more complicated now than it was before my divorce and remarriage. But, my desire for more education has never been stronger. I feel like I am selling myself short. I feel like I am smarter and more capable than I have ever given myself credit for. But, I don't even know where to begin, and I still don't know if I ever will be able to go to college. The cost is still an issue, and of course, there is the fact that I don't even live in one place all the time. It's not going to leave my mind, so hopefully, someday there will be a solution that will allow me to make this dream a reality. And, if nothing else, I will use myself as an example to my children to never sell themselves short and to take the opportunities that they will be given. I never want them to feel the regrets that I do.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

D for Dreams

Dreams have always fascinated me. Mine seem to be especially vivid and often very complex and difficult to explain. At least, I assume they are. It seems that when I try to explain them to my family they look at me like I'm a little bit crazy.

I also have several different types of reoccurring dreams. One of these is various situations in which my teeth are loose and/or falling out or crumbling in my mouth. It's very disturbing. I once read that this represents saying things that you later regret. I've tried to think about conversations I've had around the times when I've had a dream like that, and I have yet to substantiate that interpretation. But, I try to remember that if I want to keep my teeth when I am sleeping, than I should watch my words while waking.

Another dream that visits me often is one that finds me trying desperately to make an emergency type phone call and I am completely unable to dial the correct number. I've been having this type of dream for years. It started back before everyone had cell phones and phones in their house that showed the read-out of numbers as you dialed. At first, it was always pay phones, and I swore I was hitting the right button, but the wrong number would always show up on the screen. I would hang up and try over and over, but it would never work. Over the years the phones have changed, but the dream remains pretty much the same. It's always so frustrating.

I'm not sure what any of this says about me. Sometimes I feel a little exhausted, because my dreams seem so real. And, more often than not, these subconscious visions are not exactly happy or relaxing. And, now that I am thinking about it, I am hoping that tonight with be one of those rare nights where I don't remember what my brain is doing while I'm sleeping.