About

I’m Jenni with an “i.”  I have a sneaky suspicion my parents didn’t think I’d make it to adulthood.  This is a theory that relies solely on the fact that they spelled my name with an “i.”  (It’s either that or my mom thought she was birthing a future stripper.)

I live on a dirt road, and sometimes stray goats and guineas come visit me.  Two donkeys just moved next door. This happened shortly after the Mennonites moved out. It’s likely unrelated, but all things considered, I preferred the Mennonites.

I’m married to my high school sweetheart.  He’s a car hoarder.  (Well, not professionally.  I don’t think that’s a paying gig.)  We’ve got a three kids, which is at least one too many. The oldest is about to graduate high school, the youngest is still in diapers, and the middle child is a beautiful ten-year-old girl who is only quiet when she sleeps.