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.
I have been recording my audio blogs over the past several weeks with the help of my husband. He has a studio in the basement. When we first moved into our house his studio was the size of half of the basement. As our daughter grew and her toys got bigger and more abundant, she required more space. What was once a studio was cut in half to become a playroom with a studio attached. Once the Barbie Dream House and air hockey table made their way into the playroom, the studio wall was moved back even further. My husband's space is now the size of a New York City apartment. In this studio he has his audio recording...read more
Sometimes I can't help myself. I mean, seriously, it was impossible for me not to respond with a snarky message. Yes, I filed your tax return with zero information from you!?! I worked with an older CPA for a number of years. When he passed away in 2005 I was left with his clients who have now become my clients. Even when I worked for another firm for the last decade I still always had these clients on the side. They have become almost like family since they have been around for twenty years now. This particular client in this text is the son of one of my clients. He contacts me every two to three years to file...read more
Every night my daughter asks me to tell her a story from my childhood. Most of them either include me getting into some kind of trouble or my Dad doing something that he probably shouldn't have done. The story I shared with her a few nights ago was about my Dad trying to do something really sweet and falling a little short. This was usually a theme with him when it came to my Mom, but rarely when it came to me. Growing up, in my eyes my Dad could do no wrong, This was one of the only times that I ever was able to see a flaw in the Old Man. I got out of school at 1:15 on Wednesdays and my Dad would pick me up...read more
My husband is indeed a saint. He has been working with me diligently to produce audio and video blogs. We have 12 up so far and many more to come. After spending twelve years sitting on the other side of the glass in the studio it was a lot of fun to have the heat on me. Listen here and watch here! They are also available on YouTube, Soundcloud and coming soon to...read more
I have a friend who talks a lot about having a mustard seed. What she is referring to is that little bit of faith needed to make big things happen. Once planted it grows. It grows quickly and soundly and it turns into a strong and healthy plant. I came to a crossroad in my life recently. When I got there I realized that I had a mustard seed with me and from that moment I was able to have the courage to take a great leap of faith.I have talked about being a writer for over half of my life. At one point when I was in college I started to write a book but I abandoned it within a semester. I have started a few...read more
My daughter has been asking for a juice box nightly for the last week. We don't let her drink juice boxes often and never in the evening so I'm not really sure where she got it in her head that she would be given juice at night, but she has been having nightly meltdowns when we don't give in to her demands. One of these nights after a particularly long whining session, my husband got a juice box for himself after she went to bed. Walking into the kitchen he said "should I go wake her up and show her I'm having a juice box?" He thinks this stuff is funny. He likes to poke the bear. My daughter is also not a...read more
My daughter is already embarrassed to be seen with me and she is only six. I can't blame her though. I ran out of the house wearing leggings and a tunic with a pair of ballet flats. I was very casual and when I got to the closet to grab a coat I realized that all of my spring jackets are much more business-like. I grabbed a mustard yellow wool coat that was casual and warm. It wasn't until I got in the car that I realized I was wearing a grey shirt and my shoes were black and beige. Literally nothing on my body matched. As I was driving to school I was thinking about one of my daughter's teachers. She has a son...read more
Social media is really making people crazy. My husband received this message yesterday from a guy who lives in our neighborhood. We had taken a walk up to the elementary school near our house since it was such a nice day. We played, slid, swung and ran for an hour and walked back home. Several hours later, after returning from the store, my husband showed me his phone. I was really confused because I didn't remember seeing this guy's family at the school. I didn't remember seeing them at Target either. This is the problem with being oblivious to what is going on around you - people think you are a stuck up...read more
Driving with my daughter in the backseat this morning, listening to The Little Mermaid soundtrack, she asked “Who is this?” I answered “Alan Menken”. After telling me how wonderful he is she asked about the instruments and if the band all played together or if they recorded like Daddy, one instrument at a time. She said “the piano player is really good” and I replied “a piano player is called a pianist”. It wasn’t until I finished the sentence that I realized what I had just done. I think we can all agree that I do not do my best thinking in the morning. At least my Mom will be thoroughly amused since I know...read more
I love cake. I also love to bake, but my execution kind of sucks. I always have an idea in my head of how something is going to turn out and it rarely turns out that way. It's okay, I have fun baking and now my daughter and I bake together so it's twice as much fun. I normally buy a cake for our big events. I am blessed to know an amazing baker. She was a neighbor for a short period of time and she has a daughter who is a month older than my daughter so we got them together for a play date when they lived in the neighborhood. We have been friends since then. Life happened which took my baking angel away for a...read more