The Good Ol' Days

I was surfing this morning, and I came across some vintage advertisements that FASCINATED me. I know that sometimes we yearn for "the good old days", but let's take a little moment and say a prayer of thanks that somethings have changed.....

WHY am I dieting, again? Apparently I can just swallow some tapeworms and, POOF! (My favorite part is the "no ill effects").

Does anybody else relate personally to this ad? My husband is always spanking me we I bring home bad coffee.


Ummmm, I am sensing some pedophilia charges here in just a little bit.

I don't know what they are advertising, but call the exorcist, because that girl obviously has a problem.

This one gave me nightmares. Really.

As a woman, I am choosing to take just a little offense to this.

Her Papa is an idiot.

Okay, maybe I do miss the good ol' days just a little bit. Nothing like Heroin on the drugstore shelf.

Buy our thermos or your baby will DIE! I believe they exaggerated just a titch for effect.

This one is mildly offensive in mixed company, I suppose. "Your married happiness depends on the real you...confident you, never doubting your intimate feminine hygiene. Don't risk becoming another you". Got it. Douching=Lasting marriage.


This cow has a nickname....Benedict Arnold.



Ever wonder the connection between decaf and child abuse?



Why don't you just come right out and say it?


The other day Reagan was saying the same thing. "Please smoke, Mommy. I don't want you to be mad at me".



This toy was only on the market for a year. Then it was pulled for exposing children to the same toxins linked to Gulf War syndrome, cancer, leukemia, and lymphoma. Seriously.


If your mom lets you get a sunburn like that, you might want to get the phone number to CPS along with that Noxzema.



You too can have a perve with a telescope looking into your home if you buy our bra.

Here's to Trying New Things

Alright, I hate to admit this to the entire world, but my life is just a titch boring sometimes. I know, I know. You are all thinking "How could that be possible seeing as you are a suburban stay at home mom of one with an invisible husband?" Well, believe it folks. That's why sometimes I have to create adventures for myself.

My most recent adventure starts today. I have dubbed May "Vegetarian Month". To be completely forthcoming, it was going to be "Vegan Month", but after extensive research, I don't think I have the guts for that. So instead, I am going to be a stricter vegetarian with only limited amounts of dairy and eggs. It was also originally only going to be a week, but I decided I needed more time to get over the withdrawal of all things meaty (read:tasty).

Some people may ask where this retarded idea came from. If you know me, you know that I LOVE food, and I can pack away more food faster than most competitive food eating contest contestants. I seriously just need something interesting to focus on. Also, ever since I had Reagan, I have been researching a little more about the food we put into our bodies. I want to set her up for success as best as I possibly can. I recently switched to organic animal products and by-products, but I wonder if that is still not enough. I have been trying unsuccessfully to lose the last handful of pounds from my pregnancy. Who would have thought that training for a marathon wouldn't be enough. I want to throw my body for a loop and see if that is what it takes to get it out of this rut.

I will report from time to time how my journey is going for the benefit of the millions that read this blog. I will do an AAR (after action review) at the end of the month and then I will either make it permanent or you will find me at IN-N-OUT with a huge burger in hand (which is where I was last night :)

All the food in my house with animal products in it. I was going to throw it away, and then I felt guilty.

Start for me, finish for Cory.

Dear Cory Baby-
You have loved to run for a long time. It is how you clear your head and stay sane. When you are running, you can conquer the world. Also, you are just darn good at it. Remember when we ran the Tacoma City Half Marathon together? You didn't train one single minute and you came in 5th place in your age division. You were built to run: skinny as a rail with LONG legs.

I was not born such an amazing runner. I haven't been doing it for long, and I don't really like it. When I run, all I can think is "I can't breathe. How much longer till this is over?" Remember when we ran the Tacoma City Half Marathon together? I trained for months and came in 58th in my age division......

Babe, I know you wanted to run a marathon in 2010. I am running one in just over a day from now. So, make sure you run with me or this will all be for naught. I am nervous and know it is going to hurt. I guess you don't have to run the WHOLE thing with me, just push me from behind when it hurts the most. You know, like you used to do for Dusty on the way to school.

Here's to accomplishing our goals!

Alright. I am back, and I am ready to commit to posting regularly. Or, maybe, it's 12:30 am and I can't sleep AGAIN and my resolve will wear off in 4 days. I guess it's always just a crapshoot with me.

I thought I would post some random things that have made me happy lately. As you will quickly notice, it will be mostly pictures of my small child. She's my life. So sue me.

Reagan Abby

I hate when I get stuck in chair prison....with my sun glasses on.

Its a recurring theme. She has been in and out of prison a few times already. I don't think this bodes well for our future.

Learning to eat with a spoon....Easter. This picture makes me really happy.

Her laugh is just so dang funny

Endangering My Life

Torturing Myself

The Nashville Country Music Marathon is in 5 days. Ready or not, here I run. I would never do this on my own volition. Cory always wanted to run a marathon. He had a goal to run one in 2010 when he returned from deployment. So, here I find myself in quite an uncomfortable position. Oh well, it's almost over. Now that I think about it, he also had a goal to get me pregnant in 2010. You don't see me trying to fulfill THAT goal!

Chillin' With Friends

What's Good

This is my current favorite picture. It represents what is good in my life right now. When everything else seems to be falling all around me, my day begins and ends with this.

Some Days You've Got It, Some Days You Don't

Sometimes I feel as if Reagan's growing skills are a metaphor for my life right now. She has been learning some killer tricks with her body lately. There is nothing more entertaining to me than watching her play on the floor. But, sometimes she has an easier time than others.

This is her at her best. She is strong, ready to rock, and she can take on anything the world throws at her.

Other days are not so awesome. She tries really hard and gets through the day, but she never quite takes off.

Why did I get out of bed this morning?

Time Flies

Alright. I realize that a significant amount of time has passed since I last wrote and that I have neglected some pretty important events in my blog. It would be virtually impossible to do them all justice. So, suffice it to say : #1 I had a baby girl June 14, 2009. We named her Reagan Abby Jenkins. #2 Cory deployed for a year to Afghanistan. I will be better about keeping up in the future. Here is a feeble attempt to tell the story in pictures. By the way, she is sitting on my lap as I write this post. She is a born blogger!

Baby shower

Within an hour of Reagan's birth. She is adorable. I look disgusting.

1 Day old in the hospital

Chillin' with Dad during a nap

4 days old at home

She started out with a really chill personality.....I don't know where that went.

Cory called her "my parrot" because she like to fall asleep perched.

3 weeks old with cousin Natalya

In her blessing dress, 3 weeks old

On Reagan's blessing day

Matching with cousin Corrine, 3 weeks

I thought the flower that was bigger than her was cute. Dad thought it was ridiculous. Luckily, I get to make all decisions when it comes to dressing her. 4 weeks

Goodbye party for Cory (Jenkins, Mortensens, Beylers, Braughtons, Van Woerkoms, Storys). July 16

Cory's departure day, July 19. I realize her flower looks like a headlamp....It slipped down.

Getting on the bus to leave.

Cory running back to tell me goodbye for one last time.

6 weeks old. Just woke up, or not.

Showing her new talent. She really is freakishly strong for her age. 8 weeks.

A family pic, 8 weeks and 27 years :) She does this little number a lot. I was getting her ready to go to bed.Another new talent, a shifty side smile. It takes alot of effort to get this on camera. 9 weeks

Yesterday. I wanted a pic of her in her first blue jeans. She is stylin'!