Keepin’ It Real: June 2014


June is done. Over. Never to be seen again. Well, hopefully we will see it again. Just not in this exact form. Except for some trials at the end of the month in which my Mommy Powers were tested (and now I have a super clean closet), it was the most wonderful month over here. It kicked May’s puny little monthly corner and I am ever so grateful. I could not have handled another month like May.

It’s time for “Keepin’ It Real” where I usually show outfit outtakes, but this time I will be highlighting filter comparisons between the real photo and the filtered photo, plus a real moment in my kitchen. If you missed last month’s “Keepin It Real,” you can find it here.


First, there is just something about this story that tugs at my heart strings as a parent. It has continued to be on my mind all month. Especially as I traveled from California to Hawaii in the luxury of the inside of the plane. I think of the terror that young man must have experienced on that airplane. The extreme cold with nowhere to go. And I hope he gets a happy ending.


I added a filter to my new feature, “Interpreting A Dream.” It is a feature where I share a funny dream story. I hope it ends up being disturbing and fun. I recently started using filters on some of my pictures. If I do add a filter in a fashion post, I note it at the bottom.

I honestly did not think the filter had changed it that much until I did this side-by-side comparison today. Wow! And, ugh!

I must still be in Dreamland.

I wanted to show the difference between the original picture and the enhanced picture. Filters are amazing. I had hoped to create a dreamy unreal photo. I wanted to make sure it was noted that the dream Jenni is actually a dream. She will be continued to be featured in that post, but she is not the real me!


Here is another one. We took the originals for this outfit in the shade. My face was shadowed. It was nice to find a filter that could lighten the photo.

Since I use my iPad to do all of my blogging, I am limited to enhancements and edits. I do not even know how to edit a photo, but I do love experimenting with filters. The App I use is called Afterlife. I highly recommend it. I am very challenged when it comes to anything technical and this is very easy.


I love making rice krispie treats. Especially with this recipe. It doesn’t get any easier. They were piled high on my cake stand, but now one day later they are almost all gone. Somebody ate one for lunch, one for dessert AND one for breakfast the next day.

“Eer duern’t know nom nom who is eaemting them nom.”


Cooking tacos in the kitchen. I originally bought that top as a shirt when I was heavier, but now it has become my favorite nightgown. I probably slept in that shirt and put shorts on to make dinner.

This shirt is pretty much my uniform. I am wearing it as I write this. For the second day in a row.

It doesn’t get more real than that.


My mom made me an early birthday present of my very favorite thing: her lasagna! It was the best gift ever. She gifted me the pan, too. Isn’t it great?

Thank you Mom!


So, I made the rice krispie treats above. I gave each of the dogs a tiny piece. Well, Ollie swallowed his without even tasting it. And Murphy waited for Ollie to eat his and then set about guarding his own. This went on for two hours. This is what a punk Murphy is… Ollie was laying there minding his own business and Murphy carried his treat and sprawled out next to him to guard that piece of treat in front of the hungry monster.

Ollie finally left the room.

Murphy finally ate the treat.

It is high drama over here.

Coming Up In July:

Interpreting A Dream: David Beckham Meets My Jelly Roll
My next outfit post going up on Wednesday features this dress. I haven’t named (or written! Doh!) the post yet.
Hulk Hands Part II
Breaking Bread
Living Room Changes

How was your June? Did you make anything? Go anywhere? Do something fun?

Fifteenth Blog Giveaway: $25 Etsy e-Gift Card/NOW CLOSED


This giveaway is now closed. Thank you to all who entered.

I have been blogging for fifteen months. It has been incredibly rewarding. Thank you to all who continue to stop by to read this blog. I really, really appreciate it. I think as a personal blogger, who blogs daily, it is easy to get burnt out. So, I really mean it when I say, “Thank you.” And I also mean it in the cheesiest and most sincere way, “you complete me.”

This month I am giving away one $25 e-gift card to Etsy.

I love Etsy. I am always finding something new to love. I buy most of my jewelry and vintage clothing from Etsy. I also love to browse it for unique gifts and household ideas. The pictures above are things I am currently loving on Etsy. Source list at bottom of the page.

To enter for a chance to win this month’s giveaway, please answer the following question:

“What are you looking forward to the most this summer?”

Me? Sleep. Glorious, glorious sleep.

If that is too personal, you may leave any comment on this post as long as it is positive.*

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This giveaway runs from June 10, 2014 12:00 a.m. PST to June 15, 2014 9:00 p.m. PST. I will be using to choose one winner for the necklace from the comments entered on this post. I will contact the winner on June 16, 2014 via the email address provided in their comment/comments. I will post the winner’s name on this blog on June 17, 2014.

Past winners are welcome to enter this giveaway.

Thank you everyone for entering! And for reading! And for stopping by! And for your support! I love ya to the moon and back! : )

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* Negative comments (chosen at the discretion of the owner of this blog) will be deleted and that entry will be forfeit.

*pictures from Etsy. Sources:
Pink Dress from Hellhound Vintage.
Peacock Necklace from Peacock Fairy.
Blue Pillow from ToucheeFeelee1.
Embroidered Wallets from Erica Maree.

Disneyland in June


We recently went to Disneyland. Like the forgetful dweebs we are, we forgot to take any pictures (Except for the one lonely graveyard pic from Haunted Mansion). I am so bummed. The kids are getting bigger every day. Growing bigger. Growing older. Growing apart. From us.

Why couldn’t I take a picture?

Here are the highlights I chronicled in my head from the day:

1. Eating at a restaurant in the park, we began speaking to the most wonderful old woman (she was the hostess). Picture a nursery rhyme with an old lady in an apron. You would have this woman. I believe she was even wearing an apron. Her face tried to hide that she had once been beautiful among many lines of gathering folds. But it was still there, in her twinkling crystal blue eyes. Her lips still full, despite time trying to steal them, bit by bit, away.

But it was her hands that interested me. She had the largest hands I had ever seen on a woman. And I began to ponder as she chuckled and spoke in delight, what stories her hands told. She tossed them about, describing her beloved grandchildren. Were they hands that had worked everyday of her life… Until they were so full of pent up energy they might burst?

Was she standing there smiling and laughing, all the while, being in terrible pain from arthritis plaguing her appendages?

Was this the way she was born? Her heritage, along with her curly hair, twinkling eyes, and rich spirit.

I do not know.

But I wonder. I do.

2. At the same restaurant, my nine year old son turned to me and said, “Mom, ten and under.” And he pointed to his kid’s menu.

I laughed and said, “Yes, and that is you.”

He said, “I know, but soon it won’t be.”

Oh, dagger straight to the heart…

So, his kid’s meal comes out. He had ordered the kid’s fried chicken meal. On the plate was one piece of chicken.

All was quiet at the table, when you hear my son who has the vocabulary and soul of an old man say, “This. is. infuriating.”

And he glowered at his lonely piece of chicken.

Which made us all laugh hysterically.

3. Being in the restroom with my daughter, when we both heard a scream.

A woman rushing from the stall dismayed at the self-flushing toilet.

Only to be met at the rows of sinks by her mother, who was fascinated by the magic of faucets and paper towel machines that would turn on without a press of a button or the turn of a knob.

It is rare in this world to witness someone being truly delighted. Seeing someone’s “first.” Someone in awe.


My daughter and I bathed in it.

4. Eating a giant bag of Salt & Vinegar Kettle Chips from my Mary Poppin’s bag of treats and indulging in frozen lemonade as our family sat on a brick wall and people watched.

The icy sweet goodness.

The old Indian couple lounging on a bench in front of us. Her body covered with beautiful silver jewelry. Both wearing traditional Indian clothing. A young Indian family, in jeans, rushing up to them. Carefully handing over hot cups of liquid to their elders. Respectful. Itching to get back and enjoy the rides. The young woman’s braid, thick and luscious trailing down towards the small of her back. Never stopped swinging. The constant motion of motherhood.

5. My children’s smiling faces. Laughing. The outline of my daughter’s profile, as I stared and marveled at the beauty she is becoming. The sun gleaming off of her skin, as we waited in yet, another line.

6. Getting fast passes for Indiana Jones. Watching my daughter’s smiling face, my son’s stoic one.

The ride was over, I asked my son, “So, did you like it?”

“Yes.” He replied, “I didn’t stop grinning the whole time.”

And then he smiled in delight.

7. After Indiana Jones, which was our favorite ride of the day, we followed a family out the exit. The grandmother was faster than us and she used a walking cane. The mother was a smiling pretty woman. She stepped away from her family and I watched what she did next.

She approached a young couple in their late teens standing in the hour long standard line and handed them two extra fast pass tickets that she had in her possession. The thing is, I would never have given those teenagers those tickets. I would have assumed they would have been ungrateful, or, well, “teenagers.”

Those kids beamed at her. They thanked her so profusely.

They ran excitedly to the fast pass line and I watched the woman watching them and smiling to herself.

And I smiled, too. Because she was a better woman than me. And she taught me that I might have a little soul searching to do.

It was another “pure” moment. And my soul drank it in.

8. And tears. Lots of tears. Meltdowns from children in the heat. Begging to go home. A teenage girl crying. Fighting with her mother next to us.

The disappointment on the parents’ and children’s faces as they realized they just were not tall enough to go on the ride they wanted.

And I wanted to scream.

I have been that parent. My children have been those children.

I wish I had known…

“Be grateful! Relish Dumbo, Peter Pan, the carousel. Enjoy the holding of the hands. The sticky fingers. The slobbery kisses.

Because one day, you will be standing in the line that you had coveted and you will see those frustrated parents and children. You will envy the rides they get to go on as you stand and wait for another “fast” one.

Cherish that line that keeps them young. Because there isn’t another one.

That “tall enough” line is the measurement of youth. And it does not go backwards.”

But I don’t.

I remain silent.

And I watch them walk away in disappointment, as I stand there, my heart being the only thing shrinking.

8. Haunted Mansion.

My husband and I holding hands. Our children in a car ahead of us. Us. Kissing in the dark. Ghosts swirling around us.

9. Happiness.

Tired, aching feet.

Tired, happy soul.

Disneyland. Those are the memories I will take from the day. No pictures. Just images in my head.