My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
I’m sleepy. I have very little energy (a week’s worth of shitty sleep will do that to you, don’t ya know?), but I have stuff I want to get done before I go to bed. I’d like to catch up on comments on jenn.nu, post a submission in behindeveryblog.com, and write up a few reviews for in-my-bag.com. And, if I can stretch it, I’d also like to start on a theme for Lavish. I was going to hold off until phpbb3 final was released, but I just can’t stand the boringness of custom themes. They’re so… boring.
On the “offline” front, I have a clean dishwasher to empty, and dirty dishes to load into it. I have clothes to fold and put away, and another load to get started. I also need to pull out my desk and hook up all of the AC power adapters to the Power Squid I bought yesterday. Power Squids rock. 
And, I need to setup a new webcam… an HP webcam that I bought for my brother in July. He decided he didn’t want it, so I bought him his preferred brand, Logitech, and agreed to take this one off of his hands in exchange.
Alyssa is up. I don’t know why. Even though she didn’t get up until almost 2pm on Friday, I ran her around with me while I did shopping, and skipped her nap, so she was sleeping in the car on the way home around 9:30. But then she perked up. BIG TIME. I put her to bed nearly three hours ago, yet she’s still up. She’s out here on the couch, cuddling with a blanket and one of the cats while watching Tom & Jerry. I swear, as soon as Dan gets home, the girl is going to bed!
And speaking of cats… I have been warning her and punishing her (time outs in her room) for mauling at Brownie. Well, I think she mauled him for the last time tonight. He turned around and scratched her. I’m not happy about the scratch, and I feel bad because I know it’s painful, and also because it’s right beneath her eye. But at the same time I can’t help but think, “Hmm, maybe now she has learned her lesson!”. Sometimes kids and even teens and adults need to learn things the hard way. I know I was one of those kids! And sometimes one of those adults!
And injuries? I’m sporting three band-aids on three different fingers. Woe. 
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