Sharing My Jennarocity

Avery and I housesit for my seester in Waxahachie this past week. First - I am not cut out for country living. Second - it does have a few perks. Third - I realized that school starts Monday, thereby ending the longest Spring Break of all time (yippee!). Fourth - I realized that this is the year my daughter officially crosses the line into being closer to graduating than being born.  She keeps antagonizing me by saying, "Mom, I'm almost 10!" (She's been saying that since a month after her last birthday) and I say, "Stop making it go faster, you are 9....9 1/2....now it's 9 3/4."  Yep, that face is about right for that little munchkin, who's not so little anymore.  She's crossed over into the "I hate brushing my hair or fixing it in any way that isn't of my own choosing or instigation" phase. She's been in that phase, oh about 3 years now. (She's also crossed into the "I know how to get on the internet and read what you

11 and a half years ago, my friend Kate brought me a little black ball of fur and dirt and I named her Bella .  Bella was the sweetest puppy..... who became the sweetest young teen.... who became the sweetest young lady..... who became the sweetest middle-aged lady...... who is now the sweetest, most distinguished older lady of any dog that has ever lived.  I did a photoshoot tonight of my sweet Bella Girl. It's never lost on me, how wonderful this dog is, who's been my best friend and companion for the past 11 years. She came to me when I was so lonely and so ready for a family. She was with me when I got married, become a stepmom, and then had a baby. She was with me when I bought my first house. She was with me when I went through a divorce. She's with me now, laying on my bed, with her grey face and paws, as sweet as she's ever been.  She'll be 12 in February and she's showing no signs of being a 12-year-old dog. She's spry, she hops upstairs, she jumps