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The Things I Choose To Tell You

You know the brillance written by  Tim O'Brien titled "The Things They Carried?"

If you don't, how can you call yourself my friend?

Go read it. (and if you don't, I guess we can still be friends. My husband hasn't read it either.)

This blog post is: The Things I Choose To Tell You.

It won't be nearly as good as anything by Tim O'Brien.


I grew up in Upland, CA.
I would play mermaids in the pool for hours. My best friend's Mom called me "Dolphin Baby" because I wouldn't leave the water.

When I was in 3rd grade I started reading short stories about the Great Depression.

My dad hammered slats of wood into my favorite tree to enable me to climb higher to read. I was furious with him because I was convinced the sap was the tree crying in pain.

I never had a lot of friends but always had a lot of people who wanted to copy my homework.

Contrary to my brother-in-laws' convictions, I never cheated at Monopoly. We would play when I was 9 and they wer…

The Things I Choose To Tell You

You know the brillance written by  Tim O'Brien titled "The Things They Carried?"

If you don't, how can you call yourself my friend?

Go read it. (and if you don't, I guess we can still be friends. My husband hasn't read it either.)

This blog post is: The Things I Choose To Tell You.

It won't be nearly as good as anything by Tim O'Brien.


I grew up in Upland, CA.
I would play mermaids in the pool for hours. My best friend's Mom called me "Dolphin Baby" because I wouldn't leave the water.

When I was in 3rd grade I started reading short stories about the Great Depression.

My dad hammered slats of wood into my favorite tree to enable me to climb higher to read. I was furious with him because I was convinced the sap was the tree crying in pain.

I never had a lot of friends but always had a lot of people who wanted to copy my homework.

Contrary to my brother-in-laws' convictions, I never cheated at Monopoly. We would play when I was 9 a…

Meat and Shoes

I've been vegetarian. Pescetarian. Vegan. A vegan pescetarian, whatever that is. I also agree with most concepts of the paleo diet.

What does this have to do with? "This ain't no" nutrition lecture, but that'll come one day in the near future.  This is about dollar votes.

I don't like when the animals are tortured as they're raised. "But animals were made for man to eat." Hmm. Maybe so. But I don't think they were made for us to abuse relentlessly before eating. For us to force feed, alter genes, deform, and cage.


I think of my dollars as votes. I can't pay someone to torture chickens. I buy my eggs from a neighbors homestead, because I support her standards. I can't pay big dairy for milk (plus I don't think it's good for us), so I buy or make organic nut milk. That's where my votes go. I can't pay for someone to abuse and inject sweet cattle. I think of not just the product, but the people behind the product, and if…

Running LIES exposed

hi, I'm Jennilyn and I'm a run-a-holic. The first step is admitting you have a problem. The second step is exposing the truth.  (or something like that.)


Now, if you have ever had the desire to run, but have held off because your knees hurt (and you won't strength train or change form) or you think you're overweight or your dog Possie died and he loved to run and you can't bear the thought of doing it without Possie... Keep reading. If you're a newbie to the running sport and are still on your first pair of running shoes, STOP. I don't want to be responsible for your exposing your precious newness to the terrors of the truth. "You can't handle the truth!"

But if you do keep reading, keep in mind most of these lies apply primarily to ultra-runners. Whew. All you half marathoners are still safe.

Lie number one:
Really? The time you peed your pants and didn't realize it? Nope that one was still fun? Oh, and you definitely don't regret the…

treadmill, dreadmill, deadmill.

I had the opportunity to fork over $25 and run on a treadmill last weekend. (I was in Vegas at a conference, and the only available running times were in such hours that I would have been be-headed by co-workers if I ran outside alone.)

So I did what any logical person would do. I decided that if I was going to pay to run one of the 3 days I was in Vegas, I may as well make it worth my money. So I ran for a couple of hours.

This is Las Vegas. You know, the place that has thousands of people staying at the hotel I'm in, which has 4 Starbucks in it, and a fitness center that cost $25 per day and is the size of a closet. It also had crappy old treadmills, only 2 TVs which played infomercials  and a bathroom so far away I almost left the maids a present in a hallway.

During my wonderful stint on the treadmill, to entertain myself on an otherwise dull morning, I did one of my favorite things: I people-watched. I am bad at it. I stare.

Here are a few treadmill types I've noticed:

The…