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 am bad with names. When I am telling a story to my husband I usually have to go into great detail to explain the characters involved instead of just saying "Bob." This makes my stories exceptionally long. Well, that and the fact that I have a hard time getting from point A to point B without hitting Z, Y and X while veering off track through the other "points" to the story. Yesterday I was attempting to tell my husband that I found out a talent that a Mom of one of my daughter's classmates has. As per usual, I started at point A and started working my way to point B. Somewhere about mid-alphabet I said "You...read more
I don't know how my husband puts up with me, I really don't. I was having a conversation with my daughter this morning about how many bows in her hair were too many and I realized that nobody can really take me seriously since I speak fluently in sarcasm. When I say something looks great, I am usually being sarcastic. When I say someone is smart, I am usually being sarcastic. And when I say I totally agree that I am being a giant A-hole, I am most definitely being sarcastic. That is because I don't see my sarcasm as anything but really funny. Well, it's funny to me at least. There is a downside to being as...read more
My daughter came home yesterday and informed me that she is going to need braces. She deduced this after looking at one of her only two adult teeth. It isn't even all the way in yet! She had been worried about it all day. She told her Dad how she had a conversation with a friend at school about her need for braces. I told her it was probably coming in crooked because she always has her hands in her mouth. She looked at me and said "you put your hands in your mouth a lot when you were little huh?" Well played mini-me! Save...read more
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