I started blogging in 2005 as a way to deal with my post-college depression. I had a lot of hair back then.
I share funny stories and life lessons all written in the same down-to-earth, tell-it-like-it-is fashion that makes me my mom’s favorite blogger.
I had not edited any video since the 90s. This was such a challenge, and I must have spent about 40 hours on it. It was complicated by the fact that I have this need for perfection before I can move forward with any project, and Van Gogh My Pet was never going to be perfect until I had completed this movie.
The background music is from one of my favorite bands, The Real Tuesday Weld.
I am glad to be back at work, but I am disappointed.
This new jenniferheller.com is not conveying the hilarity it is supposed to be. Also, Daily Pictures is asking just too much of me. Though I do like using a photo for each post. That’s good. Continue Reading
my road were littered with beautiful red leaves instead of the second guesses and regrets I see today.
Christmas has a new heartthrob!
I have never understood why retailers expect us to swap everything in our house out for holiday themed versions. Personally, I use a lot of red around the house, so much of what I own fits right in for the holidays. Also, I have a huge number of things I’d rather store. Even the 2 1/2 foot fake tree I found for $20 on Craigslist is a burden most of the year.
I am a sucker for homemade Halloween decorations, though. Somehow there’s always room for them.
I always have. Everyone always says that as a Californian you learn to dress in layers. Having lived and visited elsewhere, I always wonder why they claim that be a uniquely Californian thing.
I will always avoid moving to New York–you cannot avoid the subway and it is so ridiculously hot in winter–practically the inverse of the outside temperature. My clothes and coat become sweaty and uncomfortable, and the moisture freezes again when you leave the subway.
Honestly, I don’t know how anyone lives there. But I do miss my friends that do.
or for laying around with an entrancing novel, as I chose to do. Last weeks’ lofty goals slipped out the window and I made little effort to catch them. I trust them to return when ready.
I’ve been admiring these flowers for weeks. If anyone knows what type of flower they are, let me know.
Two weeks ago, I may not have even noticed.
