Welcome to No, Seriously... I'm Jen Logan. These are my adventures, experiences and opinions. If you are new to the site and can't decide if you want to send me gifts because you think I am so awesome, or send my husband an escape plan because you feel so bad for him - I recommend a few stories to get to know me.

I listen to great music! I also remember pretty much every life event I have had by what music was streaming in my head at the time.

I screw things up a lot! I'm okay with this. The more you screw things up, the less people ask you to do. The things I am good at, I'm pretty damn good at.

My husband is a saint! He truly is. He has stuck it out with me for almost thirteen years now.

Being a parent is the greatest gift in the World! It is also the messiest and scariest gift I have ever received.

Baby Talk

Baby Talk

My six year old has a pretty large vocabulary. She uses words like "persistent" and "stupendous" in normal conversation. So when she started baby talking last week I knew something was amiss. I have read all of the parenting books and blogs I can get my hands on. I have been informed by Drs. Sears, Ferber and Spock that she is going through an event that she is not psychologically ready to face so she is reverting to her infant language as a coping mechanism. This would all make perfect sense if we were moving, or if there had been a death in the family. But there isn't any big change happening. There is summer...

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Trouble-Maker

Trouble-Maker

I was talking to a girlfriend today who is making a bad choice but doesn't really care. She is dating a guy who she knows is bad for her but she can't seem to stay away from him. My response to her was "Well, I know ice cream is bad for me, but sometimes I just really need to eat some ice cream." My friends seem to talk to me when they want the okay to do something bad. I am always the one that will support their decision to live a little dangerously. Sleep with the bad boy? Go for it! Quit your stable job to do something you love that pays dirt? You only live once! Let the kids stay with their grandparents to...

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Happy Birthday Bloggy!

Happy Birthday Bloggy!

One year ago today I started publishing this blog. I had no idea where it would take me, but something inside of me made me sit down and write. I said I was going to let the kid inside of me out to play a little more. She has certainly come out to play and probably won't be going home for dinner anytime soon. This last year has been a lot like a free fall. I have taken a lot of chances, made a lot of mistakes, cried a lot, argued with my husband and parents, stood my ground with my daughter, acted like a brat, felt really lost, beat my head against a wall on at least five occasions and got myself fired from my...

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Swan Song

Swan Song

Since we almost sunk the boat, we decided to get the wave runners in the water to see what we could do to them. As usual, I drove one and my husband took my daughter for a ride on the other. We took a couple laps around the lake and headed in. This was the first time the wave runners had been out this summer so we had to make a few adjustments to the lift when we brought them back to the dock. As we pulled into shore we noticed that a swan was trailing us. This isn't uncommon. The swans are comfortable around people since we all share the lake. What was uncommon was the swan's demeanor. It was very clearly...

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Shameless

Shameless

My daughter and I were walking into the gym (my new hang-out) when an SUV pulled up along side of us. The windows were down, the music was up and the thirty-ish scruffy football player looking driver started singing along "Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find..." loud enough for a few rows of cars to hear. I'm not a big fan of pop music, but I have channel surfed enough to recognize the theme song from the Hills (AKA Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield) that he was belting out. Another burly guy walked behind the SUV shaking his...

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That Gym Scent

That Gym Scent

My gym is pretty eclectic. I can start a work-out on an elliptical machine next to a twenty five year old body builder and end it next to an eighty year old heart patient. One thing they all have in common is an aroma that I don't want to inhale twice. I get it, you work out, you sweat. I'm pretty sure I don't smell like a big bunch of roses after my workout. So last week when a middle aged man jumped on the machine next to me and I caught a big whiff of wonderful, I almost flew right over my handlebars. It was as if he had just walked out of a dryer, all fresh and full of fabric softener. It wasn't a scent I...

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We Need a Professional

We Need a Professional

One of the first people who learned I was no longer working a nine to five was the woman who cleans our house. This wasn't because it was a luxury service that we immediately discontinued once we became a one and a half income family. She was actually scheduled to clean right when I began staying at home. She was not accustomed to me being in the house when she came to clean, so she was a little surprised the day she opened the door to find me lounging in my yoga pants and tank top on the couch. When she asked if we would still need her to clean the house, I answered "of course we do!" I know what kind of mess...

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Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day

My husband asked for one thing for Father's Day - a homemade card from his daughter. Mini-me is as gifted at gift giving as her mother. She had to gum up the works just a little. She made the card, but forgot to sign her name. This should explain why my card was signed "terrible wife" instead of my usual "bad wife!"...

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Worst Boat Ride Ever

Worst Boat Ride Ever

My Dad has been talking about owning a boat for a few years. For every birthday, father's day and Christmas he has asked for a boat, and he has received a variety of small plastic toys in return. This started when my parents bought a house on a lake the same year my daughter was born. They bought a couple of wave runners that summer which they have utilized fairly frequently on sunny days since then. I ride them twice a summer, when we are bringing them into the water for the first time and when we are taking them out of the water for the winter. My husband and I are not really "lake" people. As a matter of...

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The Girls Get Around

The Girls Get Around

Being an only child, you need to improvise when you want to have a girls day watching movies, or a dance party. My daughter creates her parties using a couple of three foot tall Disney princesses. Although they normally reside in her playroom, they make an appearance in other rooms of the house while she is playing. Inevitably, they spend a night sitting on the couch in the family room. On these nights, my prankster husband finds it funny to set the girls up in strange places when he leaves for work in the morning. I awake to find Belle next to my bed or Anna peeking out from behind the bathroom door. He takes...

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