nakedjentag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-102092009-11-06T11:11:00-07:00be well. be bright. be naked. TypePadI Wish That Your Hair Was Orangetag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a6b00111970c2009-11-06T11:11:00-07:002009-11-06T11:11:00-07:00We all know I'm a girl that's all about the words. If you can use words well, I might just follow you anywhere.nakedjenA Magic Bus of An Entirely Different Colortag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a658dd0a970b2009-11-05T18:06:38-07:002009-11-05T18:06:38-07:00I do love with abandon, it is true. I always have. If I love you, I give you everything I've got and I never hold back. I sparkle with it, shine it on you, beam it all in your direction.nakedjenAnd Sometimes You Get An Award!tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a6a44b07970c2009-11-03T08:15:10-07:002009-11-03T08:15:10-07:00Sometimes, you just get an award for your blog for no particular reason at all. I'm all about coming in first. My sisters will tell you that since I'm the oldest of the three children in our family, since I'm...nakedjenLove in Three Partstag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a64bf2f9970b2009-11-02T14:03:30-07:002009-11-02T14:03:30-07:00If I lived here, now, surely I'd be an outlaw. My dogs don't live at the end of a leash. Neither do I.
nakedjenBetter Than Ice Creamtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a69f009a970c2009-11-01T23:33:24-07:002009-11-01T23:33:24-07:00Of course it is naïve to believe and to wish and to hope that this always knowing will always be possible. Things happen. People change. Hearts break. Nothing, not even the knowing, is forever.nakedjenFirst, We'll Make Snow Angelstag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a623c3da970b2009-10-27T07:11:52-06:002009-10-27T07:12:40-06:00There, just at the end of those two leashes, lies my heart. Cleaved so gently in two. Beating gently on eight paws. Diamonds of large snowflakes glittering on their backs. Large, puffy clouds of dog breath remind me on this...nakedjenBirth and death are easy. It is life that is hard.tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a67105f1970c2009-10-23T19:00:58-06:002009-10-23T19:50:29-06:00It's a curious thing, honestly, this sharing such proximity with my sister. Until I crash landed here nearly two years ago, my sister and I had what could best be described as a formal familiar relationship. We saw each other once a year. We were kind, as sisters should be. We loved each other because we were family.nakedjenWe Can Only Look Behindtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a646dc82970c2009-10-17T08:11:49-06:002009-10-17T08:11:49-06:00Unearthed stories that somehow only manage to dust themselves off and find themselves uttering, sputtering their spun tales when you yank them from the back of that closet where they were shoved all those years ago.nakedjenMy Best Compliment From Utahtag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a5d3b74b970b2009-10-09T13:12:17-06:002009-10-09T13:12:17-06:00It's very refreshing to meet a woman over 40 who has real tits. ~ a.s.nakedjenThe Tiny Moments Wearing Pink Skirtstag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d83451a53469e20120a6201421970c2009-10-07T08:06:45-06:002009-10-07T08:06:45-06:00Then there are those very early morning moments when the tears are caught, just there, in that space behind your throat above your chest, pushing hard against your heart, making it difficult to breathe. The cold unforgiving Utah morning air...nakedjen