Christmas Letters

I’ve been working on my annual sporadic Christmas letter. There’s a fine line between sharing the banner moments and bragging. Of course some of that is due to the perceptions of the reader, but sometimes those yearly letters are blatantly pompous. In an effort to keep mine as humble as I can I thought I’d share what I’ve written with you, my very good and honest friends, for your opinions before I send it out.


Dear Friends and Family,

How are you? I am perfect. My children are perfect. My husband is perfect. My marriage is perfect. My dog is perfect. My bank account is perfect. My home is Better Homes and Garden perfect.

My clothes are perfect. My hair is perfect. My weather is always perfect. My singing is perfect. My temperament is perfect. My parenting is perfect. My life is perfect.

May your 2010 be half as perfect as my 2009.

With all the love in my perfect heart,
Jenster


So what do you think?

Mother of the Year

Seeing as how we’re well into December and I blew any chances for the above distinction back around the first hour day week of January I figure I’ve got nothing to lose. I’ll try again at the first of the year, but for now it’s like I’ve got carte blanche to be the worst mother in the entire universe.

Why, just this morning I made Katie wear pants to school. I KNOW! Can you believe I would do that? I mean, yes, it was a balmy 26 so it wasn’t like her little sundress* wasn’t entirely appropriate. I just felt like ruining her life. It’s a very liberating and satisfying feeling.

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I have over 400 unread posts in Google Reader and I’m so afraid I’m going to have to dump them all. I just haven’t had the time or the gumption to go through all of them and I apologize.

*Katie wouldn’t normally wear a sundress to school in winter, but it’s for the play she’s in tonight. They’re putting it on for the school this afternoon and she didn’t want to have to change at school. I just wonder how long the sweats she put on underneath are going to last.

A Change in the Air

Our family, or at least our marriage, is about to take on a new dimension. Todd begins work with a new company next week. It will require a bit of travel – maybe a little more than he travels now only more spread out instead of two or three weeks every quarter. The real difference will be that he’ll be working from home when he’s not traveling. Did you get that? He will be working from HOME.

For the most part I’m looking forward to it. We’ll be saving a bundle on petrol (doesn’t that make me sound so very European?) and I think I’ve talked him into swimming with me. I’m hoping he’ll drag me along on those days I don’t want to go (which is probably just about every day). He will only require clean and pressed “nice” clothes when he travels – which really won’t change much of anything for me because it’s not like I iron like I should anyway. I’ll also have a daily lunch buddy. I think it’s going to be nice.

Realistically, however, I imagine there will be an adjustment period. Every time he’s at home he throws me off my mojo and I’m not sure why. My routine just seems to go right out the window. That will not be acceptable if he’s home every day. How in the world will I spend hours on the computer or reading with a messy kitchen and piles of laundry?

I am seriously proud of him. It’s funny because when we were dating I knew he was smart, but I didn’t know he was THIS smart. For the last several years he’s been working in the electricity sector – not for an electric company, but for a Regional Transmission Office (RTO). I liken an RTO to an electricity broker. They “trade” electricity between electric companies in their region and watch the transmission lines, making sure they don’t overload here or run out there. That’s the Jenster’s Mega-Simplified Version, but I think you can get an idea of what his company does.

Have you seen Live Free or Die Hard? If you haven’t you should. It’s one of the most realistic action movies I’ve ever seen. (That statement, my friends, is dripping with sarcasm.) If you can suspend belief it’s awfully fun. Definitely one of my favorite car-chase-explosion-shoot-’em-up movies to date. The reason I bring it up is because a terrorist targets the electric grid, among other utilities. Imagine, if you will, what would happen if the entire US electric grid was shut down. It’s not a pretty thought at all. Which is why it’s high on Homeland Security’s list of possible terrorist targets.

Which brings me to Todd’s job. In a nutshell he’s responsible for making sure the various departments are following procedures and compliant with the government regulations. All electricity entities, including the RTOs, are periodically audited and it can prove bad for them if they are found to be non-compliant.

He works with others across the U.S. and Canada in similar positions and the FBI and Homeland Security to come up with these regulated procedures to insure protection against a terrorist attack on the electric grid.

His new job is for NERC – North American Electric Reliability Corporation – the pseudo-government organization that does the auditing. Yup. He will no longer be the stressed out auditEE, if you will, but the in charge auditOR.

I know, I know. “Auditor” has such a negative connotation to it. But I like the idea of someone out there making sure these companies are doing what they need to be doing so we can continue to enjoy our a/c and TV and lights and refrigerated food and so on, not to mention health care machinery like life support, etc.

If you’ll indulge my bragging just a smidgen longer. According to his new boss he is considered a national expert in the electricity sector. I admit it. I’m fairly preening with pride right now. That’s my man. All mine!

He starts this new position in July, though he’ll be at the home office in Princeton, New Jersey for a bit of it before we go to Hawaii. You know, orientation and all that. Then we’ll be settling into our new arrangement. Should be interesting…

My Sacrifice

As I pulled a reheated cup of coffee out of the microwave this afternoon the handle painfully burned my palm and fingertips. I’m afraid I muttered a less than righteous expletive as coffee splashed all over the counter and floor, but I did manage to keep the cup from crashing on the linoleum. I also saved the majority of the coffee and am enjoying it as I type.

Right before this incident I had decided to blog about this morning in an effort to bring a little sunshine into the otherwise gray lives of my adoring fans. And by gray I mean cloudy. The Weather Channel said it was cloudy where both of my fans live.

The slightest touch to my finger pads sends excruciating pain shooting up my arm, rendering me nearly unconscious. And yet here I am, typing away. For you, my dear readers.

If that’s not sacrifice, I don’t know what is.

The annual community Easter egg hunt was this morning at church. Taylor had to be there at 9:00 and I was supposed to help as well. But I woke up this morning with left-sided congestion and an itchy sore throat. That alone wasn’t enough to keep me home. The fat and fuzzy tongue, however, was. All my colds I’ve had these last several months have apparently whittled my immune system down a bit again. I know it’s not terribly bad, but I didn’t think it would be wise to hang around upwards of 300 little kids with as many runny noses.

We stopped at Wawa on the way to church so I could pick up milk and donuts for the homebodies and breakfast for Taylor. This is how he secured our purchases:

They made it the rest of the way to the church and then home without incident.

I’m starting to feel faint. A body can only take so much pain. I’d better lay down for a physically healing nap. I just felt it was important to get this news to you first and to let you to know I put you all before my own needs. Because that’s the kind of girl I am.