What's my name????

On February 21st I Jennifer Dawn Maynerich was born to goodly parents who loved the Lord and taught me his gospel. I have the best family.

The song the house that built me reminds me of my family. Dad always had some kind of project going on around the house if not inside than out and we were all apart of what was going on. He remodeled our entire house on Coyote Canyon even adding on an addition although if you drive by the house today you would not be able to tell. While we were doing those projects such as sweeping the street, or picking weeds, cleaning the house.  Dad would even spray the street down in front of our house once a week for crying out loud.  When Dad built our new house for Mom every day we were down there scrubbing the cement, sweeping etc.  At the time I didn't know they were teaching us the value of hard work, showing pride in what we do, and taking care of what you had. We just thought they were slave drivers :) I can appreciate that now that I'm in the workforce with people that have none of those values and I find it sad.

I started with my name because I'm amazed I even know what it is with all the nicknames I have been given. Jenna, Jenna Bug, Buggy, Bugster,Jenn,  Jenn Jenn, Goonie, Arnie, Rooney, Ronney two shoes. I know there is more but they are even more embarrassing than these or I don't know how to spell them.  Slug bug was my least favorite game to play because well I was Bug so I got slugged.  When I graduated the plan was for everyone to shout out one of my nicknames when I walked, but no none knew where I was sitting so I got out of that one. I pretty much answer to anything but if you call me Jenny you are sure to get a go to hell look unless you are Grandpa Maynerich or Zackery.

When I was little and even sometimes now Dad would tell me that my real Dad was Sasquatch. He said that when he was working for the Circle K he went out to take the trash and found me in the trash can with Sasquatch. The guy really existed he was a hobo around town. I would freak out when he came around because I thought he would take me back. Dad said he traded me for a pair of shoes. I soon realized I looked to much like my family and I had my dad's big toe so it must have been a story.

I always wanted a sister growing up. When Jeremy was born I was devastated. I wanted a Sara. I would dress him up like a girl and call him Sara but that didn't last too long. Then I go a cousin named Sarah on Mom's side and a Sara on Dad's side. LaDonna was and is my sister and best friend. Growing up with just brothers we needed each other. I will cherish every summer we spent together.  All my sister cousins mean so much to me. I love each one of them with all my heart.

I am so grateful for every single one of my family members in helping me become who I am today. It's not always easy being alone but I know there's always someone just a phone call away.  I don't know what I did to deserve the family I have been born it to but I thank my Heavenly Father every day. 

New Roommates

I really want a dog.  But every time I decide to just do it Mom talks sense into me.  I am allergic to dogs.  I am never home.  I wouldn't be able to bring it with me when I leave to make a trip to Gallup or wherever I am going.  So I decided to go for something else.  I have 2 new roommates.  Their names are Franklin and Squirt.  If you can't tell they are turtles.  They are baby turtles and I am hoping I have better luck with them, then I had with birds. 

When I lived in Flagstaff I had a friend that was going into the Walmart training program for 12 weeks.  He had 2 parakeets that he couldn't take with him so I offered to keep them.  I did pretty good with them for a month and then one day when I came home for lunch I noticed something different in the cage.  One of the was spread eagle dead at the bottom of the cage and the other was flapping around yapping like crazy.  I couldn't believe it I killed my friends bird.  I was devastated.  To make matters worse I'm kinda scared of flying things so why I offered to take care of 2 such things is beyond me.  Now I have to stick my hand in there to get it out.  I decide to use my kitchen tongs.  Reach in get the bird out freaking out the whole time.  I put it in a trash bag and take it out to the dumpster.  When I get back to the store I tell my Best Friend Adrianne and some others what happened.  I'm crying and they are laughing.  They ask me if I flushed it or buried it.  I told them I buried it in the dumpster which wasn't what I should have done I guess.  Anyways as I said I was devastated.  How was I going to tell my friend I killed his bird.  I was sick about it for a week.  Anytime he would call I would almost get up enough nerve to tell him and then I would chicken out.  Well after about a week of this one morning as we were doing our morning tour of the Store he called.  He said he was glad to have a weekend off finally to come home and he and his wife were wanting to stop by and see the birds.  I wanted to die right then and there.  After catching my breath and my heart started beating again I told him I had something I needed to tell him.  I told him one of the birds died.  There was a long pause and then he said he knew that, the Store Manager (who at this point with one of the assistants were practically rolling on the floor laughing)  had called him and told him what happened and that I was afraid to tell him so they came up with this little joke.  He told me he really didn't care about the birds and that if I hadn't offered to take them he was just going to release them.  Hahaha! I can't tell you how I could feel relief, anger, and gratitude at the same time but I did.  I decided no more pet sitting for me and gave the other bird to my friend Adrianne to have. 

Fast forward to my first year in Farmington. I don't know what brought it up but I told my current Store Manager that story.  In January his wife's mother passed away and they left town for a while.  He called me and asked me if I would go feed his fish and check on his bird.  Sure no problem.  I go to the house feed the fish, go to check on the bird and found it dead at the bottom of the cage.  Are you kidding me! This can not be happening again.  Only this time it is a whole lot worse because they are already dealing with a death in the family.  I called the other Co-Manager and told him he had to get over there and help me get it out because I couldn't do it again.  He shows up with a plastic fork and knife.  I asked him if he thought we were going to eat it.  What a goober.  Anyways we send the Store Manager a text telling him the bird is dead.  Right as were are getting the bird out my phone starts ringing (Disturbed, down with the sickness).  It scared us to death.

Needless to say I do not pet sit anymore and I hope I can keep my turtles alive.