2.12.2011

Stylish Blogger..here I go!


Connie Norman sent me an email the other day about being one of her "Stylish Blogger" picks. I thought that was sweet of her since I haven't been as much of a blogger these days as I use to but....I still do get on here from time to time. Connie has such a great blog and these days when I go "peeking" around to see what everyone is blogging about, I am in awe of what great website/blogs everyone has.

So, the rules of the "Stylish Blog" are as follows.......
1. Thanks the person who gave you the award being by providing a link to their site.
2. Share 7 things about yourself that other blogger might not know.
3. Give the Award to 15 newly discovered or interesting blog.
4. Notify each of those blogger to present the Award.

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Here are 7 things about me that have not been on my blog.



1. I was a cocktail waitress all through college. When I got my first job at a college bar I really

had no idea what I was getting into. I lived in Richmond Virginia so the college bar scene was very busy and delivering beers, cheese sticks and shooters from 6 to 1am three nights a week can be good money to a tuff job. I started waiting tables at a sleepy Days Inn hotel in downtown Richmond delivering room service. Soon I heard the real money was at the college bars and I quickly got a job working at a bar in Shockoe Bottom called the Bird in Hand. It was so busy and I was so out of my league with keeping up with all the drink orders, that the first month I started, I would sleep walk at home and deliver glasses of water to my roommates during the night!


2. I once was held up at gun point! For anyone who has ever worked at the bar, you know you don't get home until the wee hours of the morning. When I graduated from Design School I was working two jobs. During the day I worked at a retail store and on the weekends, I kept my cock tailing job. Some weekend I'd get home from the bar at 3am and have to go to work at 9am the next morning. One night when I came home from working at 3am, while going up the stairs to my apartment I found a guy standing in front of me with his arms raised saying "Don't shoot!" and one of my neighbors holding a rifle pointed straight at the two of us. In my head all I was thinking was " Oh man...I've got to get to bed because I have to get to work tomorrow and now I've got to deal with this?!!" Soooooo...I calmly, with my arms raised said to my very agitated neighbor.."Hey...can you put the gun down?" He yelled back at me that this man was trying to break in to his apartment and he was going to " Blow his ---------------head off!" I once again thinking to myself " God....I've got to get to bed!!", calmly said "Just put the gun down so I can get on by and I'll go call 911 for you.....Ok?" After a few back and fourths, he finally waved me by with the gun and I went into my apartment, called 911 and went to bed and happily made it to my day job the next morning.

3. I love to sleep. Nothing is better to me than getting in my bed and going to sleep. My comforter has always been my most favorite article in the house. And I equally hate being woken up if I don't have to be up. I am not a morning person! ( But I married a morning person who doesn't like to sleep, so we balance out.)

4. Of course everyone who reads my blog knows that I am the mother to 3 children and I do love them dearly. I've even given up blogging to spend more time with them. What you all did not know about my children is that although I am thankful for each of them, I'm not sure I'd jump at the chance to go through pregnancy and the birth process again. The reason I say this is because I tend to have the world biggest babies. Quaid was 10lbs and the twins each weighed 7lbs. ( Yes, if you do the math, I carried nearly 14lbs of baby with my twins!) When Quaid was born I had nerve damage and had something called "foot drag" for about a month because he was so big. In other words..no more babies for me or I may end up in the Genus book of world records because I'm only 5'-4".

5. While studying abroad in the Baltics with the East Carolina Ceramics department, my instructor neglected to count heads while leaving a public rest stop in Finland and ended up telling the bus driving to leave while I was still in the bathroom. When I came out and noticed the the tour bus had left some Finish speaking man grabbed my arm, pulled me into his car and raced down the highway going 100 miles and hour to flag down the bus. Needless to say, he did not speak English and I did not speak Finish and I felt like I was in a James Bond movie during the entire 20 minute ordeal. We did finally stop the bus and I was not to happy when with my instructor when I finally got back on the bus.....
6. I love Donuts. I love donuts so much I don't allow myself to get in 50 feet of a donut shop! As all brides do, I starved myself before my wedding and once Joey and I left for the honeymoon, my first food purchase was a donut. After my birth ordeal with Quaid, I made Joey go out and buy me donuts. ( See I couldn't even put a photo of real donuts on here because I love them so much!)

7. I've had a lot of dental work done. The worst I think was having 6 wisdom teeth removed from my mouth at the age of 17. Yep...I had an extra set on the bottom of my mouth all 6 were impacted. At the time my parents did not know I was allergic to codeine either so needless to say, I went through the entire recovery process sick and finally with no pain medication. Believe it or not, I kept all the six wisdom teeth the dentist took out and still have them in a little porch just as proof of my ordeal. ( If there was number 8 I would state how fearful I am of dentists!)

Today is Valentine's day and I got to spend it at school watching Bonnie Seaman create her fabulous masterpieces out of clay. The conversation was great talking pots, potters and funny stories about our craft. I could not have asked for a better gift to myself than to feed of the energy of another potter and inspire me to keep working away on my own creations.


6 comments:

Tracey Broome said...

Great post Jen, glad to see you get back to the blog from time to time! enjoyed reading this! I had four impacted wisdom teeth, don't know how you did it!

Joey said...

Hey Tracey -
When I can I try to get one here. Its tuff lately...lots and lots of Mom stuff going on. My studio time is really limited and that comes over the blog. I know you hate Facebook but that is quicker for me these days to keep folks up dated on what I'm doing and getting some business as well. Hope to see you sometime when I head that way. I'll be at Julie Olsens in April - pop by if you can. Still always enjoy reading your blog! Jen

cookingwithgas said...

Fun Jen and so much good info about you- this has been really fun getting to know folks better!
& pound twins- you are amazing because you are no bigger then a pea!
I was robbed at gun point but I was thinking about my life!

Connie said...

Thanks for sharing that was fun to read.

My husband and I had similar experience with a bus in Mexico; we were visiting Mayan ruins all over the Yucatan Peninsula. The bus stop was in the middle of NOWHERE, but down the way a little there was a shack to buy sodas and beer. Literally, in the middle of nowhere, a box big enough for a lady to sit in to sell tickets, and a shack, no other structures anywhere. So we went to get a couple of drinks, to wait the hour and half for the bus, and the bus came an hour early. We were drinking our beverages watching the bus come and go, and then Todd said, "Do you think that was our bus?" I said, "No it’s toooooo early." Well, it was our bus. The lady who sold us our tickets came running over frantic, but we couldn't understand her. Then suddenly she gets on her cell and a car arrives, and shoved our bags in the car, she pushes us in, then she jumps on our laps, and franticly tells whoever is driving something. And off we went at a hundred miles an hour, until we caught up to the bus. The car was honking and yelling and finally the bus pulled over. We never even got to thank the people who helped us.

littlewrenpottery.co.uk said...

Great post, I can't imagine how scary it must have been to get held up at gunpoint! Although doesn't sound like you were too phased about it at the time!

patty ferguson said...

This is beautiful