My Parents

I like my dad, he is neat.  He says and does funny things. For example, his index finger on his left hand is only half there.  Why, you ask?  Because he shot it off.  Yep.  When he was eight.  For fun.  Actually, he didn't know the gun was loaded.  He put his finger on the end and pulled the trigger.  Isn't that silly?  He's so great.  Our birthdays are in the same week, so we always do something fun together.

This picture of my mom makes me laugh.  She probably wouldn't like it.  She's kind of sensitive.  Mom, if you're reading this, I don't mean that it's a bad thing to be sensitive.  Also, I'm sorry if this embarasses you.  Embarrassing people is how I show them I love them.  :-)  Anyway, my mom has always been a great mom.  She taught me how to cook and clean and do laundry.  She gets silly sometimes and likes to dance in the kitchen.  I like that, because I dance in the kitchen, too.

Stuck in the Past

Is it just me... or do you also remember people as being certain ages, and they will forever be that age in  your mind?

Eric, 14:
He was very sweet, and very good with words.  He was friends with everyone, and I always wanted to be cool like he was.  He had floofy hair, and loved to snuggle with Emilee in this blue chair we used to have.










Jared, 10:

He was always, always, always outside and always sunburned. He was an extremely hard worker and always did his best to please my mom and dad.  He and I liked to play silly games on the trampoline, such as "wrestling" where we would make up fake names and bounce each other.  Jared's was "Jeremy-Jared" and mine was "Molly-Masher".











Elise, 4:

She had a sweet little voice and loved to play with the kitties.  She was always dirty from playing in the mud, and her clothes were always ragged.  Her hair was always messed up.  She had a mullet (thanks mom!).









 Emilee, 3:

 She had the blondest, longest hair of any of my siblings.  She had the sweetest little voice.   She loved to sing and perform, and she was a big cheese for the camera.  She always carried around a silky blanket and sucked her index and middle fingers.  She was always happy and could make anyone smile.







Jessica, 3:

She was always making messes and getting in to stuff.  Her hair was always scraggly.  She liked to make silly faces.  She would often make the face above and say, "I see twooooo of yooooou!"  She's always been a little fire cracker.

Mon Premier Amour

It's not what you'd think.


I was born in American Fork, UT, yes, but my earliest memories are of this town:


I lived in Ridgecrect, CA until I was 5 years old.  We had a town home in a little cul-de-sac called Lilac Square.  I saw the exact place on Google maps, and it made me feel very nostalgic.

Nostalgia is something that you, yourself can feel, but no one else really understands or cares to understand the feeling.  They can say, "That's cool!" but they will never understand the deep, emotional connection you have to that thing or place.

Anyway, my grandparents lived in a little town called Inyokern, which was about 10 miles from Ridgecrest.

I swear we went there every weekend.  They owned a lot of land out there, which they filled with coral-surrounded horses, donkeys and goats.  They had ducks and chickens, and they had a garden.  Actually, I think they had a couple of gardens.

In their back yard they had a HUGE grape vine.

I could spend all day out there eating grapes fresh off the vine.  They also had olive trees and pomegranate trees.  I'm sure this is where my love of pomegranates came from as well.

So there you have it, my first love:

Introducing...

Myself!

My name is Jennifer Renee Keele Peterson.  I am LDS.  I am 22 years old.  I was born April 14, 1988 in American Fork, Utah.  I married the love of my life/high school sweetheart, Lance Peterson, on July 7, 2007 in the South Jordan temple, after dating on and off for 5 years.


Those are the facts.  Anything else I tell you, may or may not be true.

I crack myself up.


I get self conscious when no one laughs at what I think is funny.
I'm very concerned about what others think of me, but I'm learning to care less and less as I get older.

I love my dogs.  Sometimes I feel overwhelmed with how much I love them.

 Don't tell me to have kids or I'll be upset with you.  I'll have them when God tells me it's time.

 I'm lazy.  I hate doing dishes and laundry and would gladly pay someone a good sum of money to do it for me, if Lance would let me.

Lance is my best friend.  We complete each other.

Sierra is my other best friend.
I have a cat and I hate her.

I collect designer jeans, and I need to stop.
I prefer wearing heels over any other kind of shoe.
I'm self conscious about my nose.
I've had my hair every color of the rainbow, and more.
I love dancing.
I was on my high school's ballroom team.
I love my family.
I *must* have my toenails painted at all times.
I'm left-handed.
I teach the 4-5 year olds in Primary, and I love it.  They teach me much more than I could ever teach them.
I want to live in Salt Lake City.  Well, I'd really like to live somewhere warmer, such as Henderson, NV or Cape Coral, FL, but... I'm trying to be more realistic.
I love Utah Jazz basketball.  I'd say I know more about them than most girls.
I want a Range Rover.
I'm trying (again) to overcome my addiction to Dr. Pepper.
I've always wanted to go to hair school.

That's me!

Stolen Idea!

I haven't been updating much because I don't know what to talk about.  So I love this idea!  Thanks Emilee!

Day 01 – Introduce yourself with pictures and words

Day 02 – Your first love


Day 03 – Your parents


Day 04 – What you ate today 


Day 05 – Your definition of love


Day 06 – Your day

Day 07 – Your best friend


Day 08 – A moment


Day 09 – Your beliefs

Day 10 – What you wore today 


Day 11 – Your siblings


Day 12 – What’s in your bag


Day 13 – This week

Day 14 – What you wore today

Day 15 – Your dreams

Day 16 – Your first kiss

Day 17 – Your favorite memory


Day 18 – Your favorite birthday

Day 19 – Something you regret


Day 20 – This month


Day 21 – Another moment


Day 22 – Something that upsets you

Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better


Day 24 – Something that makes you cry

Day 25 – A first

Day 26 – Your fears

Day 27 – Your favorite place


Day 28 – Something that you miss


Day 29 – Your aspirations


Day 30 – One last moment