The One About Crazy Moms and Lost Messages April 20, 2012
Posted by jeneypeney in a little help from my friends, all growed up, life, the famn damily, what the hell.2 comments
Before I start – and just in case anyone was curious – I would like to make something very clear…
There will be absolutely no zygotes, fetuses, babies, or any other form of tiny human being incubated and grown in my lady parts any time in the next few years.
It’s not that I don’t want kids someday; I do. I have simply decided to head off the, “So when are are starting a family?” conversations that I am sure to encounter beginning June 24th.
Or, more importantly, if you happen to be my baby-crazy-I-want-grandchildren-like-yesterday mother – I am putting the kibosh on any more of your “Honeymoon Surprise!” wishes.
I seem to have those, “I want grandchildren!”/”Get off my back!” conversations with my mom far too often. Yesterday I had a particular doozie in which I kind of went all Gretchen Wieners on my mom’s ass and this is how it went:
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Baby-Crazy-Mom: “I was telling your dad yesterday I hope you and Brian have an oopsie during the honeymoon…”
Empty-Uterus: “Not going to happen. We cannot afford to have a baby right now.”
BCM: “Well, whatever your insurance doesn’t cover I am sure The Actual’s will.”
EU: “That doesn’t mean we can afford the crib, changing table, diapers, food, toys, clothes and all that nonsense. I would probably have to take a leave of absence for an extended period of time considering all the heavy lifting I and all the chemicals I am exposed to – the stress of living on one income wouldn’t help anything”
BCM: “But your father and I just saw a four-in-one crib at Sears!”
EU: “Well, that’s nice – do they make four-in-one diapers too?! How about food that digests in to more edible food after the kid shits it out? Have you seen any self-washing onesies lately? I SAID NO BABIES!”
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I just can’t seem to get this through her head. Despite the blatant privilege I have been afforded of actually having health insurance, a decent paying job, and the ability to afford the birth control my insurance does not cover through a Planned Parenthood that is only a 10 minute drive away, The Actual and I are not ready to procreate.
Hell – I’m lucky if I remember to pants on before I leave the house or can feed myself proper meals seven nights a week.
I guess besides needing to get this frustration off my chest, I was wondering how I get my mom to understand where I am coming from? How do I get her to understand this is less about her getting grand babies to spoil and more about us being handed a huge platter of responsibility we are not ready for?
Nothing runs like a Deere. February 25, 2011
Posted by jeneypeney in insanity, shenanigans, the midwest, what the hell.2 comments
Before I jump in to this story I have to explain the area of I live in.
You see, most of North Dakota is wide, open fields of the farming variety. No trees. No shrubbery. Just soy beans, wheat, corn, canola*, and occasionally sunflowers**.
The area I live in (Fargo) is one of the few urban meccas*** of the great state of NoDak.
I live in an apartment complex consisting of five very large buildings all in a row. Surrounding me is a plethora of cookie-cutter housing, more very large apartment complexes consisting of several buildings, and various condominiums. There are also several churches, grocery stores, and other businesses.
In short – there are no forests, rolling hills, or open fields anywhere near me.

Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky...
Last summer, the Actual and I stopped at the gas station at the end of my complex to fill up his motorcycle and grab some snacks for one of the various biker runs we were headed to****. While waiting for the small tank to fill, we suddenly heard a strange ‘click clacking’ noise from a distance.
My initial thought was a dog had gotten loose and was sprinting for sweet freedom across the pavement.
Then the I realized the ‘click clack’ was more so of a ‘CLICKCLACKCLICKCLACKCLICKCLACK!!!!!‘ kind of noise – much too loud, fast, and urgent for a dog on jailbreak.
Picking my head up to get a glimpse of the culprit I saw…

A deer.
That’s right! Fucking Bambi was gallivanting through the gas station, across a very busy street, and into the horizon of urban housing.
Where did she come from? I have absolutely no clue.
Where was she going? Apparently to the Lutheran Church across the street from me.
Once my brain had a chance to absorb the fact that a wild forest animal actually just high-tailed through a very busy, not-foresty area I turned to The Actual and asked, “Was that a deer?”
To which he replied oh so matter of fact, “Yep,” like that shit happens every day.
I suppose I can check this off my Bizzaro Things I Need To Witness Before I Kick It list.
*I had no idea what a canola field even looked like until I got a flat tire in Bumfuck, Canada next to one.
** These fields are GORGEOUS before they wilt…
*** At least it is by desolate nothingness standards.
**** Yep, I’m a biker chick. We’re getting me chaps and a jacket this summer… I will post pictures I promise.









