Author Archives: jphomsithi

The title is a lie. Calendar words are so 2019. No one knows what a “week” is any more. But here’s what I’ve been up to kind of recently. I ordered haircutting scissors from Amazon. They should be here Thursday. So should the ear piercing kit I ordered. My 11-year-old shaved her eyebrow a coupleContinue reading “This Week in Quarantine”

High school graduation is a funny thing. It’s like someone decided that, come May, a whole group of kids with strikingly different personalities, athletic abilities, intellects, and social skills would one day wake up and know how to handle adulthood. Every year, it’s May. Unless you live in the north, I suppose, and then IContinue reading “And here we are …”

I’m pretty much a failure lately. It’s okay. It happens. Life has mountains and valleys, and I’m stuck on a muddy dirt road somewhere. I’ve done more wrong than right lately. I feel like crap all the time, and, for some reason, people have taken to telling me I look like crap all the time.Continue reading “Food for Thought”

Twenty years and three kids ago, I got married for the first time. So did my husband. I think it was probably for the last time, too, but then again I thought the second time I had a kid would be the last time I had a kid, so there’s that. Xay is still asContinue reading “Twenty years and some kids ago …”

Everyday Jenni has, admittedly, devolved over the past couple of decades. Most notably, Jenni Phomsithi looks as if she ate Jenni Isely. And Jenni Isely had some chub to her. College Jenni tried to tan in the 90s, but instead she turned into one giant freckle. Mid-thirties Jenni awoke one day to random facial hair. All ofContinue reading “The De-Evolution of “Vacation Jenni””

I know how to do some stuff. For real. For example, I can make the perfect nap space. You’ll need two fans, three standard size pillows, one of those long snuggle pillows that you can tuck between your legs, some sheets with a bit of thread count, and a memory foam gel mattress.  Turn offContinue reading “How To Have a Miserable Birthday”

I’m thirty-seven.  Well, for a couple of more months, at least.  There are things that I’ve accepted about myself at this age.  Things I don’t expect to change, but would welcome change if it came along.  I procrastinate, but I get things done.  Just give me a deadline, let me start the night before, andContinue reading “In Peace May You Rest”

I woke up this morning blowing my nose.  I’ve done this so much over the past month that there’s now a trash can on my side of the bed.  If it bothers you, you haven’t said anything.  Also?  You were snoring again.  And, as annoying as that sound is, it’s also reassuring.  How lucky amContinue reading “This Is What 16 Years Looks Like”

I was in Staples about 8:30 this morning with my mom and sisters.  There’s no picture of this, because we looked like we had been out Grey Thursday/Black Friday shopping for hours.  We started at 7 a.m.  While there, I thought, I’m going to buy some Christmas cards this year.  And then I laughed, because,Continue reading “Phomsithi Family Holiday Newsletter”