What a weekend! I hope everyone is safe from all the storms.

Did anyone watch Saturday Night Live? My dream came true, and Tina Fey appeared in the opening as Sarah Palin. I thought she did an amazing job. She looks so much like her. I didn’t really like the tone of the skit, but the acting was great. Sarah’s really coming under fire for her “God’s will” comments, and they TOTALLY capitalized on that. I’ll just leave that alone though. SNL still makes me happy, even when I don’t agree with their political leanings. And on a random note, for those of you who watch MAD TV, WHERE is the guy who plays Stuart?

So I’ve blogged before that I live in a location that attracts lots of these tiny snakes. Rock snakes or ring snakes. And they are not afraid to come into the house. In droves. They are a little bigger than a worm. My cat Grady, rest his dear fuzzy soul, would get them and always take care of it. My remaining cat, Miller, is a little more social and seems to enjoy their company. So it’s all up to me this summer. Last weekend I found four over the course of three days. So thinking there was a draft space under my front door, I attached even more weather stripping…um kind of on the outside. IT’s SOOO tacky. But I thought it was working. Then I noticed I had caught a lizard.

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Or rather the adhesive had. This guy was still alive at last check, and nothing I did unstuck him. Sorry little dude. Good try though.

Saturday morning I got up early and put on my running shoes and my serious face to stomp out some juvenile diabetes. The annual JDRF walk was held at the University of Arkansas, and it was a lot of fun. And there were tons of snacks there. Who knew??  Had I known there would be unlimited mini-chocolate donuts and ice cream, I would’ve shown up last year! My good friend Holly’s daughter was diagnosed with JD recently, so we were Avery’s Hog Wild Team.

The campus at U of A is VERY hilly, and I thought the 3 mile walk was a little hard on me all the kids. You can see our Hog Wild t-shirts were very cool.

I guess there was a t-shirt design contest. You hung up your team t-shirt on this clothesline to be judged later. We apparently didn’t have an extra on hand, so for the team, I tried to talk my friend Betsy into giving up hers, but she wouldn’t budge. I don’t know what her problem was. What’s going topless when it comes to raising money for juvenile diabetes? Who wouldn’t do that?

Check out all this food.

Is that not awesome? And this isn’t even half of it! On the other side was a whole table of Little Debbie’s. LITTLE DEBBIE’S!!!! AND Yarnell’s was there with sugar-free ice cream. Mine was really good! All ten of them!

And then there were the cheerleaders standing along the sidelines as we walked, cheering us on.

When we walked by the first set, one of them (maybe not one who’s on the honor roll) yelled, “Go Diabetes!” Um…I think diabetes is doing just fine on its own. No need to cheer for it.

But wouldn’t it be cool to have your own gang of cheerleaders for those times you ALWAYS need motivation? Like when I alarm goes off. I set my alarm to go off at five every morning. Do you think I get up at five? No. I do not. I don’t even get up at six. But if I had a group of yippy girls cheering me to not hit snooze for the eightieth time, I just might roll out of bed.

And what about when you’re at work (or school), and lunch is over, and there’s really nothing else to look forward to. (Because let’s face it, after you’ve eaten the last chip, what else is there?) Some peppy cheerleaders yelling, “YAY! You can do it! Keep going!” might help. (Or I might want to hit them, but hopefully not.) Or what about when you’re waiting in that loonnnng line at Wal-Mart or the drive-thru or the DMV? Inspirational yells would be very beneficial.

After the walk, I hightailed it home, got ready, hopped in the car again, and picked up my two friends to go to Little Rock. We had a date with WWE Raw. It was interesting to say the least. My next series to release, A Charmed Life, features professional wrestlers, though I cannot reveal how. Bribing me with mini chocolate donuts will not force it out of me, so don’t even try.

The surprising thing about the event was the LARGE number of children there. UNREAL. And the WWE knows this, so they really play up to it by picking kids to be “managers” and ring the bell, etc. I never got picked. Not once. Always some eight or ten year old pipsqueak. Totally unfair.

Well, I will tell you more about WWE on Wednesday. And don’t forget, if you’re in the Minneapolis area, you need to stop by Mall of America on Saturday for the big-o-book signing. Over 120 Christian authors sitting there. Pens ready. Writing fingers warmed up. Smiles on. Just for you. And I’ll be there. And I won’t have my mind on other things at all. I will JUST be thinking about the signing. And not how much I want to be in H&M store (which is NO WHERE even close to where I live) and how the only other one I’ve bee in is in NYC. And I won’t be thinking about the theme park there. And I won’t be thinking about the cookie store. And I won’t be thinking about the A.C.E.S’s flight simulation. Or the aquarium. Or the Nascar motor speedway. Or the many places to get ice cream. Nope. I’ll just be looking for you. So be there!

Have a great week.

JEN

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