Actually, I think he does know his way around an engine, because he's posted before about restoring vehicles and Jen mentioned once that she had "raised a bunch of gearheads" and we all know they didn't learn that from her. But yeah, the first time I found an older picture of Brandon looking skinny in skater clothes, it caught me by surprise, to say the least, lol. |
I always liked Brandon. Way more than Jen when I got to know them years ago. He was kind and servant oriented but always seemed a little sad and lost and insecure in himself. I am sure he made a lot of mistakes and owned up to a lot of them from what I hear. I am glad that it looks like he's in a better place now and in a better marriage. I think the skater boy phase became the army soldier phase became the pastor phase became the gearhead phase became the biker phase became the real estate influencer phase all in efforts at "finding himself". The irony is that Tyler is also a bit of an insecure try hard manchild. Does Jen want to find a stable guy who knows who he is and isn't trying to desperately be something they aren't? My husband is wrapping up a 25 year career as a state employee as a researcher. He's known who he was since his mid 20s. No mid life crises. No new identity all of the sudden. just someone who's happily nerdy, curious, hard working, completely content in mountains of data. I've found comfort in his stability and sense inner-peace although some people might say he's boring but he's not desperate for anyone's approval. he's a rock. Guys do exist like this, Jen. |
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My beleagureds!
It's been such an exciting 2025 so far and you, COMMUNITY, have been with me every step of the way. EVERY. DAMN. STEP. It's everything. We've had Trevor's book release book launch, if you haven't yet snagged your copy of 'This changes your WiFi Password, a black man's journey into mostly trivial stuff' then go to my stories and swipe. Or, just scroll back a bit here on the gram where I've promoted his stuff 73 times over the past 60 days. After all, HE IS TOTALLY MY BOYFRIEND and we're here for each other like that. I think. We've had podcasts. We've had camel toe, oh how we have had camel toe - swipe the link in my stories so you can shop my jumpsuits from Schill-Able. We've had black and white word squares with that charming courier new font I'm so COMPLETELY ENAMORED with. PRESH! TREVOR AND I are celebrating our THIRDS - can you believe it's been three long years since our fauxmance began, droolings? It seems like just yesterday when I was in the Hampton Inn in downtown NASH all aflutter when I got the text "Yo girl, I'm out here with all my girth leaning on my red Kia Sportage, lessgo it'll be dope" or, as I like to put it "Come to me." Tra la la. And of course, we've had the cover reveal - can we all just take a minute and appreciate the lovely vajingle flower cover art? - of my manifesto, A-WOKE, which will reveal some things about me. At least you hope. JUST KIDDING BEALEAGUREDS. It is raw and feral, kind of like that zit you can't leave alone. SO MANY OF YOU have sent MY TEAM so many messages of support. I am undone in the very best way. I just can't stop smiling and smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth. But now that it's almost March, I'm sure all of you have been wondering where the location of 2025 MeCamp will be. I'm sure it keeps you awake at night. It's raw. It's real. It's a place where I'll come face-to-face with my white privilege and to get comfortable with being uncomfortable. Droolings, I can't wait any longer for the big reveal. I was going to have MY TEAM make THE MOST A-DORE-AH-BLE graphic in Canva to announce the location of this year's shenanigans but I SIMPLY can't wait a SECOND longer. And also, because I'm on the uber-ultra-penny-pincher plan with my publicist, Heater, because those FLOCL sales have not been awesome. My bedazzleds. Meet Drooble Heights. I can't wait to share the magic with you. This year will be a bit different. A bit more edgy. A bit more uncomfortable. But I'm sure I'll still get to hold lots of dear little babies and that the LOCAL GAYS will be having a brunch for me once they realize I've rolled up into their...um...hood. At least I think so. I hope they have brunch in Drooble Heights. Tra la la |
| Absolutely brilliant as always!!!! |
Agree!!!! Thank you, Jane! I've been looking forward to hearing from you!! Sincerely, One of your droolings |
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" TREVOR AND I are celebrating our THIRDS - can you believe it's been three long years since our fauxmance began, droolings? It seems like just yesterday when I was in the Hampton Inn in downtown NASH all aflutter when I got the text "Yo girl, I'm out here with all my girth leaning on my red Kia Sportage, lessgo it'll be dope" or, as I like to put it "Come to me." Tra la la."
I'll bet my fellow fans of your writing would agree that we'd happily pay for a book written by you, tra la la! |
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“It is raw and feral, kind of like that zit you can’t leave alone.”
JANE, I would pre-order your book. And you wouldn’t have to entice me with stupid freebies. |
This exactly. If the book is good, it'll sell itself. If not, then "please pre-order so that I can include this free bookmark!" That's okay, Jane. I'm over here using paint sample chips from Home Depot for bookmarks. I'm good. |
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Jane I would gladly be one of your Corneaters 🤣🤣🤣 God bless you!!
WYF was up with Jen’s post about the joys of being an empty nester?!?? She is just SO SO SO glad to get rid of all the kids….. all while still being parent to a minor?!? Remy left (was shoved away) to some “gap year program”? To my knowledge, she hasn’t even graduated high school yet, right? But bye-bye to her bedroom the second she leaves mommy dearest’s sight? Does ANY OF THIS jive with the Jen, we used to know 5 years ago? I am heartbroken for this poor girl. |
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Oh yes the free bookmark. Nah we're good!
Able is now Schill-Able in my brain. Dying. |
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Jen's first two kids had the most drawn-out exits from childhood ever displayed on social media. I think she had four weeks of Sydney's awards alone.
Then Caleb walked out of his graduation, and poor Ben was a Covid-graduation casualty. Remy got a Mini Cooper, a thousand dollar weave and the fallout from her parents' divorce. One prom photo. |
| I feel so bad for Remy. She shipped her off to Spain, didn’t once visit her there, all while taking extravagant trips elsewhere, now sending her off again. She wants so badly to be rid of her. She will continue to use her kids for content when it benefits her. I guess that’s all they ever were to her. Sad. |
I can't believe I'm saying this, because I don't know how some of the previous posts could be topped, but I think this is the best Jane ever. I just want to bold the whole thing. |
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Brand new crossbody bag. You know, for all those women devastated because the previous one sold out before they could buy it. ok, no big deal.
But the gray “howdy” sweatshirt, leopard print skirt with bright red cowboy boots . . . 😳 |
That outfit is… a choice. And the sweatshirt is “only” $89 with her discount. It’s a grey sweatshirt with “Howdy” embroidered in like 1.5 inch letters. You could buy a grey sweatshirt on Amazon and pay someone on FB to embroider it for you. Someone in the comments said that they were so upset because the sweatshirt was adorable, but they could barely afford being in the book of the month club and they could definitely not afford the sweatshirt. Jen is so out of touch. |