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90’s Country Flashback: PAM TILLIS!


The year was 1994.  I was on the cusp of becoming a 22 year old woman, still getting used to my body and being inside of my skin.  I would play this CD non stop while dreaming that I was driving in a red convertible.

“Mi Vida Loca” struck a nerve with my Latin roots, of course by this time my family had already moved from El Paso and I was beginning to make my mark on the Baton Rouge social scene.  As you can imagine, the early 90’s looks left much to be desired.  But even after three kids I have managed to remain the same size as I was back then.  Dedication, friends!

“Spilled Perfume” was a crushing single about the regrets of a one night stand.  I find the content to be highly immodest of course, but Ms. Tillis sings in such a way that you feel sympathy for the subject.  When she wails the line “there’s no use crying over spilled perfume” you simply FEEL it from the depths of your soul.  It’s a life lesson that I carry each day.

“When You Walk In The Room” peaked at #2 on the Billboard Country charts.  It has the peppy 60’s American Bandstand feel to it.  I used to stay back and forth wearing my high ponytails and stone washed shorts.  Oh my goodness the memories!

To anyone who values good wholesome female country from the 90’s I recommend this album.  Pam Tillis was never the most beautiful woman in country music.  And certainly not the most talented but she has some hidden gems among her limited discography. This is perhaps my favorite treasure of hers.

Just thought I’d share with you friends.  May you have a blessed day.

I’m so excited that I’m no longer grounded.





Kathy Griffin: The New Face of Terrorism. Chic Hag of “Comedy”?



Friends, I am absolutely shaking and weeping as I write this.  That horrible, horrible hate-filled vessel Kathy Griffin should be executed.  I cannot believe the audacity of these so-called “comedians” and “actors” — what if I had held up the decapitated head of one of my daughters?  What if I had used the head of black TRASH Michelle and Barack “PigLips” Obama?  Oh I’d be crucified and nailed to a cross on the spot!

But oh no, friends.  Because it’s chic to make fun of President Trump this lady gets a free pass for advocating the MURDER and BEHEADING of a sitting President?  What in the world is happening to this country?  President Trump is a humble man who inherited garbage from overspending blacks who had no regard for this country.  He is doing the best he can to protect us ALL.

My youngest daughter, Sonnia was so disturbed by the image that she had to be excused from dinner and has not returned since.  We raise our children and protect them from immodesty and violence only to have this garbage shoved in our faces on the nightly news? No sir and no ma’am!  Not in MY household.

Take a moment and form a circle with your family and have a discussion about why the mainstream media cannot force it’s lies and deception on us.  We must take a stand.  We must believe in the LORD and follow his timeline.  It absolutely crushes my heart to think about poor Barron and Melania and the anguish they must feel seeing such vulgarity.  I became so short of breath I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

I personally hope she is convicted and sentenced to death for war crimes and treason.  Clean up the TRASH, America!  We are better than this!

In personal health and restoration news, I am in the throes of sore throat pain.  I have gargled with ylang-ylang water mixed with lemon juice, honey, and a teaspoon of baking soda.  As we do not believe in modern medicine, I rely on Guatemalan home remedies passed down through my family or sometimes I make my own.  I ask for your prayers for my swift healing.  Pain is the rejuvenation.  Pain is the healing.

As we move into summer let us be carefree with our hearts.  Let us sing and rejoice openly.  Let us not bathe in evil thoughts and shower in negativity.  I challenge you to BE THE LIGHT.

My husband said he will return my phone by week’s end.  Without him by my side to protect and guide me I truly would be lost without a compass.  Marriage is forever.  I wish you all the blessings.



Losing Abuela 2017



Hello friends, it is me Jennifer.  Oh how I have missed you and our sacred circle of communication and fellowship.  Life is like a book and each day is a new page.  Today I am returned and resurrected in His name.

First of all I must share the news that my beloved grandmother lost her battle at the end of March.  Cancer is not an attractive disease and she managed the best that she could.  In the end everyone agreed that I was very composed and brave and that the funeral service was adequate given the circumstances.  Her small frame could no longer support designer clothes so I made the executive decision to have her buried in a tailored sea green bathrobe and towel set.  We chose to only have a one hour viewing at the funeral home and the casket was obviously closed for the funeral.  I refused to participate in the gathering otherwise.

I planned the event as though it was a dinner party for close friends.  Everything had to be arranged perfectly.  We chose an inexpensive casket because my husband would not pay much money for a box to just be buried in the ground and I agreed.  We covered it with chiffon linens and a spray of red roses.  Nobody could tell.  My daughters were excited to wear matching black dresses and I used the opportunity to wear my favorite fur trimmed Dior dinner jacket and slacks.

My husband wore a Tom Ford suit.  Even though Mr. Ford is a homosexual my husband says the seams and threading are the best quality he’s seen.  So I allow it for his happiness.

She was buried peacefully and I have not returned to the gravesite.  I don’t believein visiting the dead.   I find it tacky and a false representation of my beliefs.  The body is a shell.  SHE is in Heaven beside my Saviour and smiling down upon me.  There is no more pain.  There is no more sickness.  She is free.  Fly, abuela.  Te amo.

I will have more updates soon.  This has been a difficult time for me and I keep my inner turmoils private.  I scream for the Lord.  Not for sympathy.

I love you all and hope that your spring season is magical.  He Is Risen!







Homemade Facials and Organic Life


I’ve been on a spiritual retreat with just my thoughts and in my spare time I looked up the recipe for an organic homemade facial on Pinterest.  I used pure egg whites with a hint of agave nectar and a pureed cucumber into a fragrant paste.  If you apply it generously to your entire face and neck area you can feel your pores drinking in the health and positive nutrients deep inside to your soul.

As a busy wife and mother I find it helpful to reflect and meditate in times of strife.  I spend so much time dealing with human garbage and bullies on social media that a little pampering for myself is always deserved.

Demanding the best for your home as well as your body is a motto that I live by daily.  When I go out on the town I know that I am the center of attention no matter where I go.  I treat my household the same way.  If I am in the hallway, then it is MINE to own and walk with confidence and beauty.

With my husband on my arm, no woman can compete with us. This inner strength is often intimidating to weaker women in the online world. The ones who stalk and abuse in the name of jealousy.  However, they fail to realize that I always win.  No matter what I will be at home in my luxury while they cry and talk about Jennifer.

I win.  I always do.

To God be The Glory, and I implore you to look up some helpful homemade tips of your own.  There are even some home remedies for teeth bleaching for a certain ogre.  🙂


Jenn xx

A Father’s Touch



The first time my father touched me, he told me that it was God’s Will.  He said that the Holy Spirt had spoken to him and wanted him to share the most precious message with me.  From that moment I knew that I was God’s chosen messenger.

Alot of bullies and uneducated trash have tried to accuse me of being a victim of abuse or molestation, but I stand proudly and say that not long after my father touched me with the hands of God, that I began to hear the voice of Christ himself.  He instructed me to live a life under His guidance.  And to Him alone would I be faithful and true.

My father was a a good, devout Christian and together we had a bond that was unlike any other that I’ve known.  He would hold me in his arms and tell me how much Jesus loved me and that together we would be the chosen ones to guide others to their path of righteousness.  The warm sensations that ran through my body and the clarity with which I saw the face of God were truly a divine experience.

When my father passed on I knew that it  was my mission to carry on God’s word as he had told me when I was just a child.  I devoted myself to spreading God’s Word and making myself a soldier in His name.   My father’s hands never touched me with malice.  It was with nothing but love and God’s expectations of me to be his chosen incarnate.

With his guidance and approval it had given me the strength to preach His Gospel to the less fortunate with hopes that I may inspire others to follow on his path.  Never be afraid.  Never question His undying love for you.  Christianity is the way to ultimate salvation.

And on THE day of Final Judgement, Jesus Christ and myself will have the divine task of allowing you into heaven and the eternal prosperity.

I encourage you all to take a few quiet moments and ponder where you would be without the love of Jesus Christ Almighty.

Blessings to you all and a love-filled Valentine’s Day in HIS name


Jenn xx



An Angry Husband on Super Bowl Weekend?



Good evening friends.  I hope you all are having a glorious weekend as you prepare to begin the new week.  I’ve had a thought provoking few days and wish to speak on it.

First and foremost, this whole “Super Bowl” fiasco is always disheartening to me.  I fully believe organized sports do nothing but promote gang mentality among minorities and gives black people an excuse to gamble illegally and become intoxicated.  Take a moment and think of how much of YOUR tax money has gone to support an EBT fueled game celebration? It’s not something I can support.

As some of you are aware, my husband had the day off of work on Friday so he invited me to the country club to accompany him on the golf course so that I could carry his equipment while he played. I was very excited because I rarely get to leave the house during the week and because it meant alot that he would want me to go with him.  A romantic afternoon on the greens.

The day started off pleasant enough until we arrived and I decided to take a picture of us together.  Now, I know he doesn’t like having his picture taken and for that I accept responsibility.  Maybe he was startled but for whatever reason  he quite forcefully slapped the phone from my hand. I was surprised because he hadn’t struck me in years since our youngest daughter was a child.  I apologized and we went on about the day but his mood hasn’t fully restored.  Tonight he is with some work friends to watch this dreadful game and I am pondering.

I know it’s my fault he is angry with me I just want to do something extravagant to make it up to him.  He hasn’t been speaking to me much other than on our veranda last evening and this morning at church.  I feel he is still angry and upset with me. Should I make his favorite foods or perhaps dress in my finest evening wear? I cannot live if he isn’t happy with me.  I feel as though my soul is being drained.  If he is unhappy then I am failing in my vows and I refuse to accept that.

Matrimony is the most Holy thing in my life and I take my vows seriously with every breath.  As a wife it’s my responsibility alone to ensure that my husband is happy in every way.  Do you have any thoughts or suggestions? He hasn’t been violent in years and to see that sort of fire again has me feeling as though I am failing in a way that I can’t comprehend.


As always I wish you all positive auras and a fulfilled week.  I do cherish each and every one of you.  To God be the ultimate glory.



I Support The Muslim Ban : A Christian Mother Speaks


My name is Jennifer Mayers and I support President Trump’s ban on Muslims from entering this country.  And you should too.  This is NOT a race issue.  This is an issue about protecting us from Arabs who wish to blow us up and recruit our citizens into their depraved sick world.

Maybe the liberals and Hillary supporting trash should stop whining and take a few seconds to ponder a few things.  What IF they were in the World Trade Center on September 11th, 2001. What IF they were having a cup of morning tea in a roadside cafe only to be blown up by a suicide bomber.   What IF their friends and family had been on an airliner and exploded to bits due to an angry Muslim thinking he was acting in the name of “Allah” — maybe then you’d support the ban as well.

President Trump is protecting ALL of us.  This is about keeping our families safe and protected at night when we dream of peace and prosperity.  This is about restoring our dignity and superiority in the world.  If a few Arabs have to be stranded at airports around the country in the name of MY safety, then so be it. Keep them out of MY country.  Build the wall.  As the new President said earlier this week “A country without borders is not a country”

My daughters will not grow up in a country where they will be scared to go outside in fear of being blown up by Muslims.  They will not be afraid to worship in a CHRISTIAN church in fear of a suicide bomber robbing them of their innocent lives.  The era of Trump is about restoring us to a time before Obama ruined us and left us vulnerable to crime and assault and online bullying.

Stop whining behind your keyboards and on your social media.  Keep your silly marches to yourself.  You’re making utter fools of yourself.  Believe in life.  Believe in love.  Believe in TRUMP.


Martin Luther “Negro” King Jr. Day?


Happy Monday friends!  I hope you all have had a blessed weekend and that the new year of 2017 is treating you kindly.  I have to say for me it has been spiritually awakened and I feel very secure and tolerant in my family.  My daughters are thriving and my  husband is loving me more than ever.  I am inspired!

I must address this “holiday” celebrating black trash Martin Luther King Jr… first of all what did this man do for us? He is not a former President or a political leader or a martyr or white.  So WHY must our government and mainstream media not only take a day off but dare to celebrate this? It’s quite insulting that I can’t enjoy a normal day without seeing this old man plastered all over my television and mobile device screens.

Is it not enough that the blacks take the month of February to pat themselves on the back? I consider myself to be an educated woman but I cannot fathom why we must take a random Monday holiday in January to celebrate a thug who did nothing but incite black violence and gang mentality among the blacks in the 1960’s.

Their sense of entitlement is only worsened every time we take a moment to put a spotlight on black heroes.  For goodness sake we have had 8 LONG years of blackness dirtying up our White House and now before he FINALLY leaves the house we must endure yet another day of worship for a false black idol?  Not in my household, friends.

Why is it all of our white holidays celebrate real pioneers and heroes who led this country but the blacks can only find an assassinated thug from 50 years ago?  It speaks volumes.  I guess they should be happy to get a day off at all.  God forbid they actually work.  It’s just another excuse to have another EBT vacation day of free government assistance and cigarettes.

My husband says they should all be disgraced.  I can’t help but agree.  I know my daughters are not allowed to read any black literature of pamphlets celebrating this nonsense.  They will not be tainted by the blackness of the mainstream  media as long as I can help it.

Take a moment tonight and ponder in silence the America that is before us.  Think of the greatness that is on the cusp of 2017 as President Trump restores our greatness.  Let us not weep in the darkness, but celebrate in the joyous light that will shine upon us on January 20th.

I give my ultimate praise to God as always.  I cherish each and every one of you.  Find your strengh from within and BE THE LIGHT that Jesus intended you to be!




A Pig Gets Married


Today the fat piglet Valerie marries Shrek with the black teeth.  And they say 2017 wouldn’t be eventful.

A mockery of Holy Matrimony should be considered the ultimate sin.  For my stalker to enter into it after a life of promiscuity and race mixing just makes me nauseated to the pit of my soul.  Jesus is indeed weeping.

I do believe Valerie is nothing more than a gold digger.  This “man” with his black dentals must have money (obviously no dental insurance) so I am baffled.  Unattractive humans must attract the same.

I’m at a loss.  The tears of Jesus fall upon thy lap.  I embrace Him only.

Happy New Year to all of my fans and friends.  I cherish you all from the bottom of my heart.





I Am A Spiritual Bird In Flight


Friends often during this time of year I feel as though I am born again as Jesus was in that Holy Manger in Bethlehem.  I weep during this magical time of celebration and cherish the time I have with my family.

So it saddens me to see sad, lonely, desperate, and insecure women who are hellbent on crucifying and assaulting me on the social media landscape.  I make it my personal goal to block all negativity from my life.  The first step was to remove such trash from my online world.  And yet Jennifer Mayers consumes them still.  I should charge admission at this point ha ha, am I right?

Now believe me, I am strong and secure in my Faith and such bullying will never break my will. I pity women who should be celebrating upcoming weddings of convenience (albeit for money purposes, certainly not for looks) or women from across the seas who should be pondering when the Queen will pass away. Instead Jennifer is the name upon thy lips.

I am flattered.  However I wish them inner peace.  The young girls I mentor at church often tell me that the Bible passages that I suggest for them each week keep them grounded and humble.

I understand that they are jealous and envious of my life.  Many times I am stopped on the street by complete strangers who just want to say hello because my aura draws them in.  I have dealt with this since I became a wealthy socialite.  My husband’s dashing good looks combined with my beauty makes for  a powerful couple.  Even as a little girl my classmates were green with envy.

Never would I have thought that grown women would resort to online bullying and verbal rape of a minority Christian mother.  It saddens me.  But like Jesus in that manger, I may cry and I may be reborn.  But I will grow into royalty and on the Final Day I will have the ultimate judgement.

So ladies, hide behind your mobile devices from within your cardboard and polyester laden homes.  Cry beneath your cheap microfiber sheet sets.  I would implore you to find another hobby but I understand that I am the closest you will ever get to seeing pure elegance in the flesh.  Consider it my Christmas gift that I allow you into my world.

Do not hate me because I am wealthy and beautiful. Hate yourselves because you are not.

Glory be to God as always and Merry Christmas to all!