jenstuff

by jen

random photo week july 2020 (jentober)

pizza playground picnic
this is us
damn hell OIT bathroom
had to go up to campus to pick up my new laptop (FINALLY). it’s a ghost town.
there’s my building. campus feels utterly abandoned.
working from home is getting weird, yo.
we built a fort
and then we made it bigger
still want that bullfighter painting for my house
this kid
bees in the birdhouse
flowers from a sweet boy
OCD/C – our friend’s AC/DC cover band. SO much fun.
my handsome date
i can’t remember the last time i went to a party
loveys

random photo week (august) – jentober

fair week, in no particular order.

  • wiped out pretty hard
  • blaine and grandpa trading stories
  • me, if i were a celebrity
  • amanda palmer’s all flaunting her gray like going natural was all her idea. bitch, please.
  • not stormageddon’s
  • teamsters
  • chicken bath bonanza
  • love
  • up too gorram early on a saturday is what.
  • we hauled the feed for the week in the Monster Truck Called Ashley J. Williams. it was heavy
  • not creepy at all
  • hot dog!
  • taking pictures of the sky
  • your friendly neighborhood spiderman
  • ticket to ride
  • WWE
  • he was mad at me about something he got in trouble for
  • this year’s chicken portrait
  • auction time

random photo weekend – july (jentober)

in no particular order, things that happened.

i pulled this off the shelf like this. who steals a bun out of the package and puts it back on the shelf?
precioussssssss
i’ve been waiting for this to go on clearance since the beginning of june. got it for 60% off. wholly unrelated to that football nike foolishness, btdubs.
the Monster Truck Called Ashley J. Williams had to go in to the body shop. Stormageddon helped clean it out.
stupid chickens
literally anywhere but the coop.
this yarn is trying to tell me what it wants to be.
i may or may not have binged the third season of jessica jones.
this is what the teenager does when you try to take a photo.
this one, on the other hand, loves having his photo taken.
heading out on a route i haven’t driven in many many years. we used to play this in the car on the way there. a long time ago.
accidental

random photo weekend – april (jentober)

good morning

damn hell almost forgot to shoot, to be honest

brusha brusha
i need to stop eating waffles
advances in home decor
salon style
haircut and bakugan
still trying to figure this one out
new phone, new features
the owls are not what they seem
we make our own fun
birthday present from his deb
which we immediately played with
spider mom
does whatever a spider can
bubble time
best bitches
damn hell birthday bathroom
stormageddon drew me this fire demon for my birthday. it’s pretty rad.
lunch
birthday road trip to hell
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damn Hell, Michigan bathroom
deb took this photo
deb took this photo too
and also this one
and also this one
i met bigfoot on the Highway to Hell. we’re best friends now.
we went home and had my favorite cake.
sweetness
more sweetness. and magical gifts. and best friends. and happies.

random photo weekend – march (jentober)

we used to spend all our time in this room
baby gift for a co-worker
they might be giants dance party
with frequent stops for peanut butter bites
damn hell haven’t worn a pony tail in a while bathroom
this project will be finished on my death bed
his structures always look like abstract sculpture to me
is there life on mars?
social anxiety on my way to a party where i am only acquainted with a handful of people. and who do i run into almost immediately? my dentist. so weird.
we had fun
i love party meatballs
we shared cake
my handsome date
one of the rare occasions where i could look in the mirror and say, ‘damn, girl!’ but it still felt like we crashed some random middle aged party with a cover band and miller lite.
there may have been shenanigans
perhaps
i found my retirement home
and my summer car
i’ll just take all the muscle cars, thanks
do they even make hood ornaments anymore?
this is probably what i’ll look like when i’m haunting you
alternative retirement home. probably not really a contender.
that’s where i’ll knit and drink tea in the middle of nowhere. alone. in the blessed quiet of northern lower michigan. or something.
then we went to dinner (just like a real date) at this newish place. i said “the inside of this place is nothing at all like i pictured. i feel like they just plopped some tables down in the middle of a bowling alley pro shop.” and he said “well. it used to be a golf pro shop, so … yeah. i don’t think they even changed the carpet.” and then i laughed because i am hilarious and also almost always right. but we had a really good day, so it didn’t matter.
they had good burgers, anyway.