jennifer patel

Our house sits on a hill and is the highest one on the block.  Because of this, it serves as the neighborhood lightening rod during storms. Last year when the hail storms rolled through Irving, our house was struck by a bolt and it blew out some fuses and all of our phone jacks except the internet one.  So we didn't fix them because we still had internet and the only people who called our house line were creditors looking for Carmen Perez or Alejandra Sanchez.  Now that we have babysitters occasionally come to watch Alex, it dawned on me that we should have a working home line in case they need to call 911 or something and don't want to use their minutes. Being a "stay at home mom" now (I hate that term so much, but I hate homemaker even more), I see a lot of commercials in between day time television.  When V asked if I knew of an electric company, the Milestone Electric commercial came to mind.  It's the only other commercial I can sing besides "call 26...

Okay. When I say, "I did some research" later in this post, just know that means a Google search where I read skimmed the top 3 articles that looked legit on the first page of results.  I am also going to try and avoid using the V word (rhymes with Fagina) because I think I've read it 100 times now during my "research".  Not that we are not all adults, but I still giggle like when we had the talk at school in 5th grade and we left with some maxi pads which I may or may not have put in the desks of my male classmates. I know I've complained incessantly about the physique I acquired through swimming.  I will forever, probably.   I did gymnastics, then played softball and swam at the same time.  In gymnastics, after watching the teacher let us fall from the top of the rope we climbed, into the foam pit below, my Dad had huge reservations about where that was going.  He was super vigilant about safety and apparently watching us fall into the foam pit...