tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12295281001316394082024-03-19T14:23:12.653-07:00Jen's PlaceJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-26499488480902019772009-04-16T21:17:00.000-07:002009-04-16T21:32:26.735-07:00Wedding Cake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivadRBL2u5KxaHiDw2hcXN-QK-JNirI9J3eZWOQB54_towYDoAgAhrI3gIX0ii1A8d-lnnWQ_1Pb0OMd8j6hBi-pSuHfzYf2cGAYE1Na7scR0yIUG-2m8t4_-aTKm2Un3ymS5YvYSs/s1600-h/IMG_2283.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivadRBL2u5KxaHiDw2hcXN-QK-JNirI9J3eZWOQB54_towYDoAgAhrI3gIX0ii1A8d-lnnWQ_1Pb0OMd8j6hBi-pSuHfzYf2cGAYE1Na7scR0yIUG-2m8t4_-aTKm2Un3ymS5YvYSs/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513500856889538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXGS-9o7IBB0hIitcJsFKv0GbK_TzqfFXG-TvEZ9R3VyOVkwwUCZERJypyleqgLyWgRm34lAfil8NFTUCzTSsnlXdmg5OyLEe52sOQbNIGQoTRPTvCyo2Qt8hA4cck08QxvQ3eSy2/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdji-n9dr9qe_c0c-CkbGoo8QU-abm-vC2aMv8ntTK2ziJV9LLugCXtKxfbvWJBrEqMhwppMWuMsj4aXis-tqVhPvNVnT5CK1VHP0rbnT9KN-tEPrBrL0219vPnzI6N6fwQVpykUo/s320/IMG_2302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512777953004370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbp3k8pfpEx5Y1r3J7Ie3kwAdt5zfWpOIgwWBUCzEu3WZXYEjRBtOmg-2Tr0KRFkv4Lc25DsFWuvoED1oFOd7Y5PUBbGxY4tU5HXaSiEjq2EAUqtFMD_hfGxpmPwJUCnBK_zig6gHU/s1600-h/IMG_2309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbp3k8pfpEx5Y1r3J7Ie3kwAdt5zfWpOIgwWBUCzEu3WZXYEjRBtOmg-2Tr0KRFkv4Lc25DsFWuvoED1oFOd7Y5PUBbGxY4tU5HXaSiEjq2EAUqtFMD_hfGxpmPwJUCnBK_zig6gHU/s320/IMG_2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512772268573218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDuLzaoRabLPr_8iofi7BlGSXl_mcVn4ijv41_mnd3VxY3NYxJ7X1Ej2wHYdI_bJQb4NuZ_kijHfxur78YFma3H4faMz_dIvWphkrbyj9vkSXHzrqtct1CIkfWrlAiwPFqbr31ByZ/s1600-h/IMG_2308.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDuLzaoRabLPr_8iofi7BlGSXl_mcVn4ijv41_mnd3VxY3NYxJ7X1Ej2wHYdI_bJQb4NuZ_kijHfxur78YFma3H4faMz_dIvWphkrbyj9vkSXHzrqtct1CIkfWrlAiwPFqbr31ByZ/s320/IMG_2308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512770341805714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1ICEtjgNxfwpuvrk9xF9Jx9nz4NSkcK7CGog-tyBDH7n499xU9Roet3w8tlyiOaIv1nFWmIEAxWHV5HEQuIB8aEaASEMZ66R8JR2gODyXKIIOWFgvdosFMt1cia-6XsBbfBaEdgh/s1600-h/IMG_2307.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1ICEtjgNxfwpuvrk9xF9Jx9nz4NSkcK7CGog-tyBDH7n499xU9Roet3w8tlyiOaIv1nFWmIEAxWHV5HEQuIB8aEaASEMZ66R8JR2gODyXKIIOWFgvdosFMt1cia-6XsBbfBaEdgh/s320/IMG_2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512766990317634" border="0" /></a><br />I know. It's shocking that I am posting anything. Life has kind of gotten away from me. And really, I'm posting this because Arlene wanted to see pictures of the wedding cake that I helped bake for a girl in my ward. So Lene, here it is. I can't take credit for the decorating, just the baking.<br /><br />Also, here are a few more pictures from when we went to Reno for Katie's baptism. Enjoy! And who knows, I may just decide to be a more dedicated blogger.....Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-11124097492564135832008-09-29T09:10:00.000-07:002008-09-29T10:44:48.929-07:00Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRJgLqHTbaKfzjK7TSgNXfqcyfLicBCgM4_2fnOyHG1ZI0u01M1aLdMY4Mz3wBdciiWVOYk45N7N3zLZ2Td6RxgWzbQ0gb7gBOjCgaP1D2L2kwX2sHygDoQgeXlZ9hHJynb9NPX0Y/s1600-h/TF211+Kuwait+2512.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251477556075344978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRJgLqHTbaKfzjK7TSgNXfqcyfLicBCgM4_2fnOyHG1ZI0u01M1aLdMY4Mz3wBdciiWVOYk45N7N3zLZ2Td6RxgWzbQ0gb7gBOjCgaP1D2L2kwX2sHygDoQgeXlZ9hHJynb9NPX0Y/s320/TF211+Kuwait+2512.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihBbjCGLy7cJpfdk0SV1alWEDlxzCEVHqyMKZjrihMSJuXMzqKLsVliZkOAtbWvomLtA6WbMti0SGaZNcn1uo8ectRbzj_2RIVw6-joUaw1lEP1cCQhwP9498wXaUKcpTcF8JcBS1/s1600-h/Jones+Brad+1113-02.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251477433547343058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihBbjCGLy7cJpfdk0SV1alWEDlxzCEVHqyMKZjrihMSJuXMzqKLsVliZkOAtbWvomLtA6WbMti0SGaZNcn1uo8ectRbzj_2RIVw6-joUaw1lEP1cCQhwP9498wXaUKcpTcF8JcBS1/s320/Jones+Brad+1113-02.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I ran across a couple of discs that brought back some memories from my deployment to Kuwait. As I looked through them I couldn't help thinking how much has changed since then. It did bring back some good memories of friends and experiences sweltering in the 130 degree heat of the desert. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> grateful for the friends I have. I've told Jen before that I have the best friends anyone could ever wish for. As I look at these photos I think of the friends that have been there for me since. My life has taken some amazing twists and turns, but my friends have been a constant source of inspiration and joy-Thank you</div><div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-26404994744892777622008-09-11T09:23:00.000-07:002008-09-11T20:21:02.680-07:00King's Peak summit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKrqMlvt8dPO0P5BAz8uurXJdl6-zQVumlhsLFT7ceAC9sfIGdbrECHBki6N6OTDEsRPSONp0yNY-g1XN5cNFu7okjMPghMN3sIj7gwGoC8oiUIMo54hgkPtyOF0ikO0qcsIli3Xn/s1600-h/Matt's+pictures+458.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKrqMlvt8dPO0P5BAz8uurXJdl6-zQVumlhsLFT7ceAC9sfIGdbrECHBki6N6OTDEsRPSONp0yNY-g1XN5cNFu7okjMPghMN3sIj7gwGoC8oiUIMo54hgkPtyOF0ikO0qcsIli3Xn/s320/Matt's+pictures+458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815947126375602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZgvG1fXpuCRfSEkZexdvCDiOFzHDRSH2bWGuMbp6Z1PUt41qYPHJzjDmJu_wmEyQdljCawNEhkPmSroRSNcLjmUJpcTpp-uh_c1vwc44UhCud-VyD4QWZnKFMfSU59dyB362t2PD/s1600-h/Matt's+pictures+495.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZgvG1fXpuCRfSEkZexdvCDiOFzHDRSH2bWGuMbp6Z1PUt41qYPHJzjDmJu_wmEyQdljCawNEhkPmSroRSNcLjmUJpcTpp-uh_c1vwc44UhCud-VyD4QWZnKFMfSU59dyB362t2PD/s320/Matt's+pictures+495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815956284721362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSo8Yc5h098M4nCTXhDBtwlei7QS7PQ9zKkUbRwFkV2OyYNlQgNtitgYGvMX3HFqebEiNIxb9ejDYQVpbD2Nv5QlIlBYGT2bcDcAFm30XxBF9Qrk11ze4p9B9MDFaHMRzKyJ7mKTWS/s1600-h/Matt's+pictures+501.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSo8Yc5h098M4nCTXhDBtwlei7QS7PQ9zKkUbRwFkV2OyYNlQgNtitgYGvMX3HFqebEiNIxb9ejDYQVpbD2Nv5QlIlBYGT2bcDcAFm30XxBF9Qrk11ze4p9B9MDFaHMRzKyJ7mKTWS/s320/Matt's+pictures+501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815963703558850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2qcFzrSgdAXdZEfNfFXJrUNmMqGeClGgHkATJUJgct5eFE1isHcPmAjdW8N_j4m1mJEIveyC-ElUv5jHMKS2cI_wk_PnDqkD_fCheZAuWthLEDtfy1bugIG06Fk0XKqDW9lt8xDm/s1600-h/Matt's+pictures+482.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2qcFzrSgdAXdZEfNfFXJrUNmMqGeClGgHkATJUJgct5eFE1isHcPmAjdW8N_j4m1mJEIveyC-ElUv5jHMKS2cI_wk_PnDqkD_fCheZAuWthLEDtfy1bugIG06Fk0XKqDW9lt8xDm/s320/Matt's+pictures+482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815973525897538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLb90mK0jzoMH3yRIDiWxxLDIhioKJT9-Ox0X142IPA6M7IytrGLAfFjyjWYd6bQZBFBtwlnybzb13dAHdUVbVJk-xV_335K7i0oKfFIhp3wHh6SoPofoaPEoJz2N5B7Nj1b-hbsP/s1600-h/Matt's+pictures+477.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaLb90mK0jzoMH3yRIDiWxxLDIhioKJT9-Ox0X142IPA6M7IytrGLAfFjyjWYd6bQZBFBtwlnybzb13dAHdUVbVJk-xV_335K7i0oKfFIhp3wHh6SoPofoaPEoJz2N5B7Nj1b-hbsP/s320/Matt's+pictures+477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815989828113842" border="0" /></a><br />This is my first attempt at a post, so nobody better laugh. You see, Jen has completely dropped the ball when it comes to keeping the blog going. Like many things I've had to step in and right the ship! All kidding aside, I don't know how she keeps her sanity with all she does, not to mention the schedule with the kids etc. She is coaching Mady and Mimi's soccer team, which has been awesome to watch those girls play their hearts out. More on that later.<br />The Young Men's high adventure activity this year was to summit Kings Peak. It was a 32 mile round trip hike that quite literally "kicked my trash". The first day was an 8 mile hike into our base camp, where we fished and made ready for the next day. On a side note the leader (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Steph</span>), now this guy has climbed mountains like Rainer and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McKinley</span>, had to escort one of the young men out to meet his parents on the first day. He hiked into the base camp, all 8 miles, in the dark. Talk about gutsy. The next morning he comes strolling into camp at 6 am, he had slept the previous night about 100 yards away from where we were camped! We gear up and start for the summit. About 2 miles out some kid approaches us and informs us he is lost. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Steph</span> once again leads this kid all the way back to his campsite. The route we took to the summit was over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gunsite</span> Pass and in order to catch up to us <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Steph</span> had to ascend up what is called "the c<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hute</span>" a brutal pass that should be called "elevator shaft" to better describe its angle. When we finally make it to the base of the peak, I am done, physically, literally, figuratively, whatever you want to call it. The rest of the crew takes off for the summit. I force myself to eat a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bagel</span>, some trail mix and jerky. After about 20 minutes I feel much better and decide to push on to the summit. Now this mountain is nothing but rock. I mean jagged rock. I managed to catch up to the group just before reaching the top. We snap some pictures, and due to possible incoming thunder storms, start our descent. After reaching the base, we decide to go down the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">chute</span> in order to shorten what has already been a long day. Now going down the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">chute</span> was the most stressful part of the whole journey. It took us each about an hour to get to the bottom. In the mean time we had to scream at people below us to watch out for rocks, more like boulders, we had kicked loose and sent them crashing down the mountain. One boulder I kicked loose took off and was headed straight for two people below. I managed to get the attention of one guy, but the other looked up just as the rock hit him <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">squarely</span> on his forearm. Luckily he had just lifted his arm off the ground, otherwise I'm quite certain it would have broken his arm. He ended up with the biggest "monkey bump" (his words) on his arm. We finally made it down together, and in one piece. The rest of the hike back to camp was about 4-6 miles. After we returned to camp we ate, and literally fell into our sleeping bags. The 8 mile hike out seemed just as hard as the 16 mile summit due to sore, blistered, tired feet. We hit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Wendy's</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Evanston</span> like a freight train! All in all it was an awesome 3 day adventure. We are already talking about our next adventure in the summer of 09.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-29348823324100914312008-05-30T21:19:00.001-07:002008-12-09T22:43:52.597-08:00The Three Hundred Dollar Braclet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrMb1PfT7TNAYfZOy2PkaiYbXQi62AJmxYFC97CR1s61FZuB7tJuQOLKY2K3HJ7w6Z5xjSsyv50R-WzXFwF_HisO_4k_hFXazEEM7rQCy3xxfY2H9RTzbFjYgrQraoX6fXBC34h8M/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrMb1PfT7TNAYfZOy2PkaiYbXQi62AJmxYFC97CR1s61FZuB7tJuQOLKY2K3HJ7w6Z5xjSsyv50R-WzXFwF_HisO_4k_hFXazEEM7rQCy3xxfY2H9RTzbFjYgrQraoX6fXBC34h8M/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206392215917345506" border="0" /></a><br />Last Friday, my washing machine stopped draining. We've all been through it, so what can you do? Luckily, I was caught up on my laundry for a brief moment, so I wasn't too stressed about waiting until Tuesday to call a repair man b/c of the holiday weekend. Again, what can you do?<br /><br />The repair man came on Tuesday and took apart the washer. He said it was the pump and we had him fix it. We paid him the $300 and I was back in laundry mode. (Which was just in the nick of time since my laundry was piling up by this time at an alarming rate...)<br /><br />You know, up until that point I was accepting of the fact that things break and you have to fix them. I was peace, love, and light.<br /><br />And then we found the bracelet.<br /><br />Wednesday morning Matt came upstairs and went into the laundry room. The old pump was lying on top of the washer so he picked it up to look at it. And then he walked into the kitchen and said, "Hey dad, I think a bracelet is stuck in that pump." Seriously. THAT BRACELET WAS STUCK IN THE PUMP! What are the odds? And why didn't anyone (a.k.a. the repair man) think to look in the pump to see why it wasn't working. And more importantly, WHY ARE MY CHILDREN NOT EMPTYING OUT THEIR POCKETS WHEN I TELL THEM TO? WHY? WHY? I think they must sincerely believe that I am talking to myself when I give them such directions.<br /><br />Anyway, the bracelet made an excellent object lesson for my children that morning. Yet again I can say to them, "Do not doubt that your mother knows it."<br /><br />Now that school is out I am hoping that this is not a foreshadowing of things to come. And I want my money back!!!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-79932004873114525202008-05-25T21:11:00.000-07:002008-05-25T21:34:16.000-07:00This One's for KirstOk, so I'm a really bad friend and it takes me a long time to post on this blog. But, I have my garden to blame for that. (A post on that later...)<br /><br />Nonetheless, I promised Kirst this recipe, so I thought I would share it with everyone.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Beef and Chicken Fajitas with Peppers and Onions<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">(Cooking Light, June 2001)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>marinade:<br />1/4 cup olive oil<br />1 tsp grated lime rind<br />2 1/2 tbl fresh lime juice<br />2 tbl Worcestershire sauce<br />1 1/2 tsp ground cumin<br />1 tsp salt<br />1/2 tsp dried oregano<br />1/2 tsp ground black pepper<br />2 garlic cloves, minced<br />1 (14.25 oz. can) beef broth<br /><br />Fajitas:<br />2 pounds flank steak, boneless chicken breast, or a mix of both<br />2 red bell peppers, sliced(or cut in larger wedges if you would like to grill them)<br />2 green bell peppers, sliced or cut in wedges<br />1 large onion, sliced or cut in wedges<br />tortillas<br />salsa<br />sour cream<br />cilantro<br /><br />Combine the marinade in a bowl. Pour 1 1/2 cups of the marinade into a ziplock bag and add your beef or chicken. Pour the remaining marinade in a separate ziplock bag with the vegetables. Let marinate in the refrigerator for 4 hours. <br /><br />Grill meat to desired doneness. Grill your vegetables or saute them in a hot skillet until caramelized. When the meat is done, place it on a platter and cover with foil for about ten minutes. Cut the meat diagonally across the grain into thin slices. <br /><br />Serve with tortillas, salsa, sour cream and cilantro.<br /><br />There you go! Easy as pie....<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-8025705672864969592008-03-24T21:06:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:43:53.013-08:00This is more the Norm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZlfB-ZFQ4Vl6qzOvNm8qRZm3piBS6d0hmCTySveKc0PwCGZwzOXbQlPLE5jwOwTwkAadyCfp5JM_XXIjbdLh_JuTqt6XzYh3_e2MU40CiPRFpTycdBKSEn5NogCnXgzYFscKOgQOq/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZlfB-ZFQ4Vl6qzOvNm8qRZm3piBS6d0hmCTySveKc0PwCGZwzOXbQlPLE5jwOwTwkAadyCfp5JM_XXIjbdLh_JuTqt6XzYh3_e2MU40CiPRFpTycdBKSEn5NogCnXgzYFscKOgQOq/s320/IMG_1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181526493396236178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGF4mSXPKhLSiht_kb2LSIng0w2bT2rOaIQBW1xMk68gjTPBWMlDj884quvIg-YSeGX3Eny-Ll6ueKrfq4MFhlR5Jqcy_fTFlHSRxAcbcK4gn1gAuwG_X-bxNhzCfoxjkUNYmmF59/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGF4mSXPKhLSiht_kb2LSIng0w2bT2rOaIQBW1xMk68gjTPBWMlDj884quvIg-YSeGX3Eny-Ll6ueKrfq4MFhlR5Jqcy_fTFlHSRxAcbcK4gn1gAuwG_X-bxNhzCfoxjkUNYmmF59/s320/IMG_1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181526501986170786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9CMye4HxlzWLoVQsaCfz-lYlJxKVQ00IQe058EJkL6pp__aFPeTS7bnqcakSwO3-XgVB9uc-RUbV2CE2FVwf6QwK_uZ4qiOAwcY_w56h32sJxa10NRnxEd6X7DEcZ4bY0TwT7e8_/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi9CMye4HxlzWLoVQsaCfz-lYlJxKVQ00IQe058EJkL6pp__aFPeTS7bnqcakSwO3-XgVB9uc-RUbV2CE2FVwf6QwK_uZ4qiOAwcY_w56h32sJxa10NRnxEd6X7DEcZ4bY0TwT7e8_/s320/IMG_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181526506281138098" border="0" /></a><br />After a little nap Daniel was clearly ready to go again.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-87481460146189967832008-03-24T20:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:43:53.361-08:00Sitting Still<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjUziHGlVgIiXWsStvDWRkUdNuiHHEVN7iEbdjIt_KJ6M-pjyUNFILdDafhsNpyAnSekUAd1KNJIlRX4KloDUXkt9gWBtn3iQPYgkBvJBndW9KzOk4kEAYnM2GUjgVC7Ss9G5vM-V/s1600-h/IMG_1567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjUziHGlVgIiXWsStvDWRkUdNuiHHEVN7iEbdjIt_KJ6M-pjyUNFILdDafhsNpyAnSekUAd1KNJIlRX4KloDUXkt9gWBtn3iQPYgkBvJBndW9KzOk4kEAYnM2GUjgVC7Ss9G5vM-V/s320/IMG_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181522499076650882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He just crawled up on the couch, laid his head on Liza and fell asleep.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-78137471847770409552008-03-14T07:48:00.001-07:002008-12-09T22:43:53.926-08:00Matchbox 20<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2aFXMOzFkYcJIy4gyH9M-3z7aqRncnjkt45AiHPGOyED6HJ8zTUYwVQqi63_FxLM2pya0dbVYiKrnEd33-33vk0tYsCLtL8eD9JdvFJr5srZbPsLs8u91GMrObSkT3cAYhx_56Lu/s1600-h/Rob+thomas+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2aFXMOzFkYcJIy4gyH9M-3z7aqRncnjkt45AiHPGOyED6HJ8zTUYwVQqi63_FxLM2pya0dbVYiKrnEd33-33vk0tYsCLtL8eD9JdvFJr5srZbPsLs8u91GMrObSkT3cAYhx_56Lu/s320/Rob+thomas+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178102315122412226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6wJn1s5uJHGZI2FJXbZOTLS6ggi7ZknZde1WKfnhS_ILa3PWQSZ3oHdzeEH9OqNq7kbQrdflIEhxVBLUfX_x3AXBXdGM5l0u5tkrMsFCnP2vS_dZ-0PiqK7O6BXyaG_R10gQHExb/s1600-h/rob+thomas+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6wJn1s5uJHGZI2FJXbZOTLS6ggi7ZknZde1WKfnhS_ILa3PWQSZ3oHdzeEH9OqNq7kbQrdflIEhxVBLUfX_x3AXBXdGM5l0u5tkrMsFCnP2vS_dZ-0PiqK7O6BXyaG_R10gQHExb/s320/rob+thomas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178102319417379538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHssETZEDPVoFDG9-Qwhaw8F345lgEY-Y4B0srx5Qg4_5QYA2jzCBG81bH6_8G2IHAk1qH6qWDxWHfXfmfirMiWBPL602tdI1Z2KVVs8nt06m_SKWSUx_nhjhEjlOcSOBLE7VNvq37/s1600-h/rob+thomas+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHssETZEDPVoFDG9-Qwhaw8F345lgEY-Y4B0srx5Qg4_5QYA2jzCBG81bH6_8G2IHAk1qH6qWDxWHfXfmfirMiWBPL602tdI1Z2KVVs8nt06m_SKWSUx_nhjhEjlOcSOBLE7VNvq37/s320/rob+thomas+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178102323712346850" border="0" /></a>So, the concert. I loved them the last time that I saw them, so I was looking forward to this with great anticipation. Let me just say that they did not disappoint. It was deeeeeelightful to say the least. And second row seats? (Thanks to Brad's concert mojo...) I never want to see a concert another way again. I have been ruined.<br /><br />Now, it must be said that I have spent the last 4 years going to Ryan Shupe concerts and the like, which are perfectly fine. But don't you sometimes forget what it's like to be at a concert where you actually feel like dancing? You know, where you're dancing around and screaming like an idiot? We all need this.<br /><br />So, they start out with a little countdown and start right into "How far we've come". And ladies and gentlemen, they were ON. I have to interrupt myself and say that I love the evolution of a concert where the band comes out and the first few songs are high energy, but then there is that moment, or that song, where they just settle in to their groove. Everyone is warmed up. For Matchbox 20 that song was "Back to Good". Just watching Rob Thomas up there belting it out filled my little heart with joy (and momentarily made me forget that I had a kid at home puking...) <br /><br />Their encore was fantastic. I especially loved that at the end of "Bright Lights" they went right into the Beatles song, "She came in through the bathroom window" (I know, weird title, but it's the Beatles, right?) and Kyle Cook and Paul Doucette both sang a verse. Turns out, they rock as well! Plus, they did a cover of the Cracker song "Low" that I was quite fond of. And, to top it all off they ended the show with "Push". Yes.<br /><br />So, a couple of other notes: People in general (and the intoxicated girl next to me specifically) have no sense of rhythm. It's unbelievable. It's not even like they are on the 1 & 3 beat instead of the 2 & 4 beat. They're just all over the place. High unintentional comedy for me. <br /><br />Also, you could buy a wrist band with a USB port on it that had your concert recorded on it. Genius! (Someone is making a killing with this, BTW) Of course we bought one and have been reliving the concert ever since.<br /><br />Well, that's it! That's all I've got. Rock on.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-13308616848717479632008-03-01T19:02:00.000-08:002008-03-07T08:51:15.885-08:00Breaking Bad...So, life has been a little, um, <span style="font-style: italic;">hectic</span> lately.<br /><br />A week ago today I was pleasantly anticipating three things: Jackson's first birthday, Bekah's 8th birthday (both being celebrated on that Saturday--double the fun!), and the Matchbox Twenty concert. (Second row seats!)<br /><br />Now, let us all remember that Brad and I attempted to have a little getaway at the end of December. A few hours before we were supposed to leave Eliza started throwing up. One hour before we were supposed to leave Daniel threw up all over me. Good times indeed. Thank goodness for grandmas and aunts who stepped in and took care of all the sickies so that we could still go. However, one hour after we left I started throwing up, which was not exactly what I had in mind for my getaway activities.....<br /><br />Ok, so back to present. The night before the parties I come down with pink eye. PINK EYE! What the....?!!! Then, like wildfire threw Southern California, I proceed to give it to my three youngest children. Clearly, I did not make it to the birthdays. Yes, I was sad.<br /><br />Let's move on. Because the pink eye gets contained and I still have the concert to look forward to, right? Well, here we are on Thursday, getting ready for the concert. I have decided to try (after a week of no makeup thanks to the pink eye) to look (and feel) like a real woman. I shower, I cleanse, I exfoliate, I hydrate, etc. Hey, at this point I am feeling pretty good! The hair is straight, the clothes are clean and I am going on a date!<br /><br />And then Liza starts throwing up. Again and again. Is someone trying to tell me something?<br /><br />So, yes, we still went to the concert. (More on that later...) But my makeup was smudged, I smelled like throw up, and I came home and slept on the floor of my daughter's bedroom.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-68137606917954553792008-02-06T06:58:00.001-08:002008-12-09T22:43:54.795-08:00Winter Wonderland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsaN63XiuqlcQoarWvELrv2MRhI4ToJNzv46yXjdtCtbbi2nwHrDcAygWcBYfRKpNra81adyxMej4XjMuyhSK1dt-iKTE3N_KtToWiFXxORUdMcVdrI2hQfUMKmi5r2tStNfF0Gaj/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsaN63XiuqlcQoarWvELrv2MRhI4ToJNzv46yXjdtCtbbi2nwHrDcAygWcBYfRKpNra81adyxMej4XjMuyhSK1dt-iKTE3N_KtToWiFXxORUdMcVdrI2hQfUMKmi5r2tStNfF0Gaj/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882213778709426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjgOoADZfnP2MuQVUT8LEQTvNrHfdxmG6HgKVru-BmS11P03yXG_Ri6pXKNRgbXHbMIDlN0gxiyh1kUk8YzBOxRSzlaeDEmVmdIIjsCT6uRRNB-eqEG5VwtfOF-aLEScmKnfnUJBI/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjgOoADZfnP2MuQVUT8LEQTvNrHfdxmG6HgKVru-BmS11P03yXG_Ri6pXKNRgbXHbMIDlN0gxiyh1kUk8YzBOxRSzlaeDEmVmdIIjsCT6uRRNB-eqEG5VwtfOF-aLEScmKnfnUJBI/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882222368644034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOTLKfH-p0vz0fBFUZnBPlUqA2udHy-POOfBrdQdN8Y_YFiZwKB_uR0p_z2BNwQRI7XM5gCJQHyLuIUsHwkcaQxy_EVWCxFv_f3aTMsputw697tAIvN0nZBRdNq115IS_EKlZX4Wo/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOTLKfH-p0vz0fBFUZnBPlUqA2udHy-POOfBrdQdN8Y_YFiZwKB_uR0p_z2BNwQRI7XM5gCJQHyLuIUsHwkcaQxy_EVWCxFv_f3aTMsputw697tAIvN0nZBRdNq115IS_EKlZX4Wo/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163882230958578642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, really there is supposed to be a sidewalk in picture number two! It is completely covered under three feet of snow. And the bottom picture? Those bushes that you see are the tops of the fruit trees behind my house. There's about four feet of snow back there.<br /><br />Oh, and yes, it is snowing right now.<br /><br />I love it!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-64183548794536454602008-02-04T20:41:00.000-08:002008-02-04T21:08:17.533-08:00It's a show about nothing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/511odL8H0uL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/511odL8H0uL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The backround info:<br />Sunday morning Daniel was up at 5. I changed Liza's diaper twice during Sacrament meeting and once again during Nursery in addition to removing her onesy which fell into the toilet when she wanted to go potty like the big kids. I was a sub in primary and shoveled 14 inches of snow off of my driveway. Oh, and did I mention that Brad is out of town?<br /><br />By 5:30 Sunday night I was doing the dishes while Daniel screamed and clutched onto my leg in an attempt to push me away from the sink. Liza was standing on the step stool beside me and crying as well because she couldn't play with the bubbles in the sink. (Daniel was in the way...) I, of course, was mentally singing Marvin Gaye (<span style="font-style: italic;">Whoa, mercy, mercy me...things ain't what they used to be...no...no...) </span>and wondering how I was going to find my happy place as the older children played/fought downstairs. (No, we never quite reached that state of Sunday reverence that I naively anticipate late on Saturday nights.)<br /><br />Ok. Enough backround. So I finish the dishes and contemplate dinner. And here is where the joy of Jessica Seinfeld enters my life. I settled on the "pink pancakes" (with beet puree) from <span style="font-style: italic;">Deceptively Delicious</span> and my kids loved them! Yes, I know it's the small things, but it turned my night around. Successful meal times have a way of doing that for me.<br /><br />So here's the deal. Everyone knows that I like to cook. I love doing the grown up foods with marinades and grills and fresh herbs, etc. But let's face it-sometimes you just need to get some food on the table. And mind you, I don't deceive my kids when it comes to food. They are pretty good at eating their fruits and vegetables. However, <span style="font-style: italic;">Deceptively Delicious </span>has a lot of great recipes that simply fortify some main dishes with more vitamins and minerals that give me a little piece of mind as I rush to put dinner on the table. I told my kids that there were beets in the pancakes and they thought that was cool. <br />Some of my favorites so far:<br />pink pancakes, p. 143<br />tortilla "cigars" p. 144<br />chicken nuggets p. 75 (<span style="font-style: italic;">very </span>yummy)<br />yellow cake p.186<br /><br />Try it out! It's the first cookbook I have been excited about in a while. Who knows...it could even change your day!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-81351930018202720302008-01-29T21:04:00.000-08:002008-01-29T21:19:02.296-08:00I hate science projectsSo, it's science project time. And excuse the digression but who knew there was such a fad among girls now to do all of their science experiments on the effectiveness of various lotions, creams, etc.? It has surely become the photosynthesis experiment of its time....<br /><br />Anyhoo, here it is, the night before it's due, and I am just now proof reading Mady's content for her project. And yes, I am saying the same thing to myself that I did back when it was actually <span style="font-style: italic;">my </span>science project that I was working on. WHY DID I WAIT TILL THE LAST MINUTE? <br /><br />Mind you, the actual experiment was done last week. The packet was even done last week. However, the putting it together didn't make it past the fact that I have SIX KIDS all talking to me at the same time with comments like, "Mommy, I poopy." and "do I <span style="font-style: italic;">have </span>to do my chores today?" to "Why can't I have a cell phone?" and back to "Mommy, D's poopy."<br /><br />The fact that I actually completed all of my secondary education and yet am doing it all over again times each of the six children has me feeling a little cross-eyed right now.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-7839442632758392052008-01-15T20:29:00.000-08:002008-12-09T22:43:55.322-08:00The short hair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3Ns7ZUsyIjV4yCZqVST8mUUdeM4l1vW05PQw3MBtPvFOLO3F6uKjpIwG5Hd5E4gayK8d65hVqOJO6vlvQ0URdlwBsni8d0rR8Ptp3sASirNW6EYU2k878aPzNR7E4ExMO3675XhE/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155927695914814114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3Ns7ZUsyIjV4yCZqVST8mUUdeM4l1vW05PQw3MBtPvFOLO3F6uKjpIwG5Hd5E4gayK8d65hVqOJO6vlvQ0URdlwBsni8d0rR8Ptp3sASirNW6EYU2k878aPzNR7E4ExMO3675XhE/s320/cropped.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLzmo7CjJt3m2oFXDj-55bYPCVeK_-IwdPfUuGkfZKZvj-hBweK4lvevnE9iOEWYw9k90XWAkLMH2S-WMqpnr_SKW9jKu9xud-Bq0UAEZb5bzpkQYAOscorYMBXOydGGpuUgks9fz/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155927704504748722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLzmo7CjJt3m2oFXDj-55bYPCVeK_-IwdPfUuGkfZKZvj-hBweK4lvevnE9iOEWYw9k90XWAkLMH2S-WMqpnr_SKW9jKu9xud-Bq0UAEZb5bzpkQYAOscorYMBXOydGGpuUgks9fz/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qP66oWprXEZdvoeSPqDNv1y5KpaoAsSHGrFCjp4xYVb8vDv9eHSwnjHOv2IExO0YI3YahZO3y9SVJGfyvtwug3CFWQcRhvWJ8-bn14oLd0kPlT-OKzvjZYoENQLwQESjaeqZEcb8/s1600-h/IMG_1282.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155927708799716034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qP66oWprXEZdvoeSPqDNv1y5KpaoAsSHGrFCjp4xYVb8vDv9eHSwnjHOv2IExO0YI3YahZO3y9SVJGfyvtwug3CFWQcRhvWJ8-bn14oLd0kPlT-OKzvjZYoENQLwQESjaeqZEcb8/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, here it is-the short hair. I seriously feel about ten pounds lighter! I thought I would throw in a couple of other pics for fun. (Clearly Liza wasn't feeling the love when we decided to take the family pic at Bridgette's baptism. What can you do...) Enjoy!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-11276374447324104522007-12-13T07:42:00.001-08:002008-12-09T22:43:55.456-08:00A day in the life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC_T_NM5rHQRrepBmIySMqJj3AhmXm6pkrzVTl4VIp3np1p7h0LCN4HXlvAcgMbcgKU0_PgklxMZX-KFd3W-e5vtW9uGbt4MWhyvCjaiEBkwXeD0NdNOaxOmJSaH2HdfyB8UwnGAF/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143483492674546370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC_T_NM5rHQRrepBmIySMqJj3AhmXm6pkrzVTl4VIp3np1p7h0LCN4HXlvAcgMbcgKU0_PgklxMZX-KFd3W-e5vtW9uGbt4MWhyvCjaiEBkwXeD0NdNOaxOmJSaH2HdfyB8UwnGAF/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yes, this pretty much sums it up. And currently my son is sitting on the floor of the kitchen feeding the dog his toast.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-91457494094946721722007-12-12T15:07:00.000-08:002007-12-12T15:58:33.456-08:00I've been tagged<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, so I was tagged a full month ago and never got around to listing the five things about me that people don't know. The truth is, I have no surprises. Nonetheless, here it is...<br /><br />1) I hate reheated poultry-especially in the microwave. I think it has a funny taste. Any leftover chicken or turkey will be eaten cold by me.<br />2) I get tremendous satisfaction from getting stains out of clothes. I have ample opportunity to do this, which is a bonus. Too bad my satisfaction does not extend to the folding and putting away of the clothes.<br />3) I'm afraid of heights. It's not a crippling fear, but it's there. So, I went to the top of the Empire State Building, but was not thrilled about it.<br />4) The song "Sometimes When We Touch" by Dan Hill evokes such agitation and annoyance in me that I can feel myself become almost physically ill/violent. I HATE that song.<br />5) I love to cook for people. This one is no surprise but I thought I would throw it in anyway. I love having people over to my house for a big meal.<br /><br />So, that's it! I have nothing left to hide.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-77728436278346303482007-10-30T20:22:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:43:55.657-08:00Isn't he lovely?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBhTwYtvFJAHj4oF4dZdebsLqpvexE9_pihyphenhyphenWgKPKfmZ_JMYxC50Dix0ZcBT2WAzqljUPuj_JQW-ZEEgn148GlUqCqS0q2ZFAX3cgQfCkLRC3SnbDg4DJV4e3O7zPvi4N7qPKmHdQ/s1600-h/brad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127344587195329794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBhTwYtvFJAHj4oF4dZdebsLqpvexE9_pihyphenhyphenWgKPKfmZ_JMYxC50Dix0ZcBT2WAzqljUPuj_JQW-ZEEgn148GlUqCqS0q2ZFAX3cgQfCkLRC3SnbDg4DJV4e3O7zPvi4N7qPKmHdQ/s320/brad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Quite often Brad and I entertain ourselves with crazy conversations about which one of us is better at a certain task or skill. The personal resume that we give each other contains hyperbole after hyperbole of our particular skill set. These conversations usually end with me talking loudly, flailing my hands, and Brad doubling over in a laughing fit, completely unable to speak. Good times indeed.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I bring this up simply because I must occasionally give up the fight and give him credit for being the fantastic husband (and friend) that he is to me. He can work 10+ hours a day (for days on end) and still come home and <em>willingly</em> help me out with the continual domestic madness. He does dishes, changes diapers, runs errands and referees children. Plus, he shows me genuine sympathy when my Yankees dissapoint me and lose in the first round. That is a good man.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On top of all of this, Brad just spent all three of his days off last week with my ex-husband, who was in town to visit Mady. He not only entertained him but truly showed interest in his well being. I believe that Scott left with a desire to be a better person for the time he spent with Brad.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, could I be luckier? I don't think so. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Although, out of sheer pride, he will never beat me in soccer.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-36457451395006402182007-10-09T22:22:00.000-07:002007-10-10T07:09:13.948-07:00Liza learning to twirl<p></p><br /><p>My favorite part of the video? Hearing my mom laugh.</p><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcoKWdZvvgze0vGSFiFeOuImRfa1R15WINxUSl6n4X8u6PpI2NGeoH9F1keV0EAL4bOYL5MnGcdYUimZEBmA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-14134967944973531902007-10-09T21:58:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:43:55.764-08:00Here come the terrible twos...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ku-N8OFCnjxoosTXXQ3SB06V8UhJsFKAUzNJxSfMuBQhAAdxk0mRE98rgoY7603K4Gouifd1oAU6X3TI1psrrkkznbowd19obOjO53xHIPpUksYhOI4oB6_mDSgVQoqkbLqaBrEA/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119573742718240594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ku-N8OFCnjxoosTXXQ3SB06V8UhJsFKAUzNJxSfMuBQhAAdxk0mRE98rgoY7603K4Gouifd1oAU6X3TI1psrrkkznbowd19obOjO53xHIPpUksYhOI4oB6_mDSgVQoqkbLqaBrEA/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, everyone keeps asking me why the blog is so sporadic. Well, this young lady would be why. </div><br /><div>She woke up about two weeks ago as a completely different child. I don't know if I am going to survive all of the following:</div><br /><ul><br /><li>climbing into sinks with the water running</li><br /><li>grabbing handfuls of the sauce that I am making with dinner and sucking it down while it drips on the floor</li><br /><li>taking <em>endless </em>amounts of cereal out of the pantry and dumping it on my kitchen floor</li><br /><li>using the dog as a step stool</li><br /><li>trying to "hug" Daniel until he screams</li><br /><li>crying at anything and everything at the TOP of her lungs while screaming "No, NO, mommy!"</li></ul><br /><p><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>, to be fair, she has her cute and funny moments, too. </p><br /><ul><br /><li>She loves to have Grandpa pretend like he is sleeping so that she can kiss him and wake him up.</li><br /><li>Anytime she wants you to move she says ,"Beep, beep" instead of "excuse me".</li><br /><li>She has the best look of surprise. Any time she sees or hears something new she looks like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mccully</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Culkin</span> on Home Alone with the mouth open and the eyes wide. It's very cute.</li><br /><li>She will sing little songs to me. I have no idea what she's saying, but she'll do it over and over again if I ask her to.</li><br /><li>She <em>loves</em> her siblings. She asks about them all day long while they are at school. Also, she loves to have Daniel follow her to her room so that they can play. She'll stand in the hallway and say, "D, play. D, PLAY." </li><br /><li>She loves church. As we pull into the parking lot she says, "YEAH, YEAH!" </li><br /><li>She gives me butterfly kisses.</li></ul><br /><p>So, forgive me if the blog is not current. I'm tending my babies, and babies don't keep.</p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-28162637643055559992007-08-27T09:28:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:43:56.238-08:00Back in the saddle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GSqmIWj2HMr8aLCk938Dy4jc8bk6CL2jRRMeFCmj_uEzv8dOKoXbzs8BkSTV7B0aUHzhYK-Hi48vnTIcJf3rN64TgsbfhOVwKy-nig0Ix5gTFsfpxSDaazcZZWGUR5aMp9SSX206/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103458226596600658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4GSqmIWj2HMr8aLCk938Dy4jc8bk6CL2jRRMeFCmj_uEzv8dOKoXbzs8BkSTV7B0aUHzhYK-Hi48vnTIcJf3rN64TgsbfhOVwKy-nig0Ix5gTFsfpxSDaazcZZWGUR5aMp9SSX206/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7sG_shevYkGueuNZsQj-BSBZixoAFQeEgkXV4oZ4W9ETZMXzk6ph-PZ_IlazQOwRtiB_M6kHomOBmvOWk1ChYTWCd1ft5QCQRX23xyeDe2i40gU2DdPuO5jGSQfbf2sugoSNXxBy/s1600-h/closeup+daniel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103458239481502562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7sG_shevYkGueuNZsQj-BSBZixoAFQeEgkXV4oZ4W9ETZMXzk6ph-PZ_IlazQOwRtiB_M6kHomOBmvOWk1ChYTWCd1ft5QCQRX23xyeDe2i40gU2DdPuO5jGSQfbf2sugoSNXxBy/s320/closeup+daniel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3Euk_ht__ZkzSLNz4Ldhx_jLveBg9bdyFZICH53pSzekos8clb9XLJmjPf17kO2zBGMfaoG8z6HtM6oQtkSEWbFsLID-ipALGvpJcm7y3KK-gt6DqVZzShNnXhO6xHl7J-1X4BrF/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103458248071437170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3Euk_ht__ZkzSLNz4Ldhx_jLveBg9bdyFZICH53pSzekos8clb9XLJmjPf17kO2zBGMfaoG8z6HtM6oQtkSEWbFsLID-ipALGvpJcm7y3KK-gt6DqVZzShNnXhO6xHl7J-1X4BrF/s320/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, it's been awhile. I truly apologize. Life gets away from you when all six kids are at home. So, now that 4 of them are back in school, I have no excuse (other than the fact that Liza is currently trying to push me off of the chair...).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I really have nothing to report except that I am quite unsure if I will survive the experience of my children entering middle school. If anyone has a tip or two on getting through this phase, I would be glad to hear it!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As for Liza and Daniel, they are delightful! My new found joy is that Daniel will toddle back to Liza's room and start playing with the toys. Liza is soon to follow. So, for a few minutes they will listen to music and play together! This, I love. </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-35476103536881258572007-07-18T22:17:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:43:58.407-08:00family and fun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCiFaN3I96KCDoxzkoJvsNh9mPcoKEtgqMcgfJOsfWGWNiWpXqdx6CxfsWkUaJqnyRg-k5gH7EpjX5iXFjqTaDtvTvxTtgLEH0TE0YLuhDrzd7ZIsURSDqcfHuGb8MOoeTgXD0T2X/s1600-h/IMG_2252.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089017703603715074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZCiFaN3I96KCDoxzkoJvsNh9mPcoKEtgqMcgfJOsfWGWNiWpXqdx6CxfsWkUaJqnyRg-k5gH7EpjX5iXFjqTaDtvTvxTtgLEH0TE0YLuhDrzd7ZIsURSDqcfHuGb8MOoeTgXD0T2X/s320/IMG_2252.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZxNd-9F-KIHaL2r8c6wFXGvBA_A_zv8334RC2XWjjuiJgtntuR6QeBmj0hLI-pJ01JW11E7Gea5IBgYF-h9pSvUByAS60okq_qUMOJAuyGy79yeUA7adG-NAuLDRWMs0y6f_H-ZgY/s1600-h/IMG_2258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089017712193649682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZxNd-9F-KIHaL2r8c6wFXGvBA_A_zv8334RC2XWjjuiJgtntuR6QeBmj0hLI-pJ01JW11E7Gea5IBgYF-h9pSvUByAS60okq_qUMOJAuyGy79yeUA7adG-NAuLDRWMs0y6f_H-ZgY/s320/IMG_2258.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqcvESp7ipnBLJw8yCBVqHlrSfUenUeHWk4_1cqHpILdjdXNGgTbS6in1woClRsKHr7UZtaGGJlRMBlrL-BG71u43PnoOKn9yrdbrRHdM1x7bNRRNG0WaEqFI1Rc4oy9uOLnT5N63/s1600-h/IMG_2262.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089017720783584290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqcvESp7ipnBLJw8yCBVqHlrSfUenUeHWk4_1cqHpILdjdXNGgTbS6in1woClRsKHr7UZtaGGJlRMBlrL-BG71u43PnoOKn9yrdbrRHdM1x7bNRRNG0WaEqFI1Rc4oy9uOLnT5N63/s320/IMG_2262.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsN3EeV9hi8Spc8XgGo8OFkD_odz2GlmVYWHboZ4Vdt-NjH_VW-vGjlx1xZayn_le55E_upE1PxQpx2L3mYwobiGQ80f4mFH-ZkX8R89NAv7yj9vfIlshRz_2EAj9J1lB_WOQMXBh/s1600-h/IMG_2205.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089016234724899778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsN3EeV9hi8Spc8XgGo8OFkD_odz2GlmVYWHboZ4Vdt-NjH_VW-vGjlx1xZayn_le55E_upE1PxQpx2L3mYwobiGQ80f4mFH-ZkX8R89NAv7yj9vfIlshRz_2EAj9J1lB_WOQMXBh/s320/IMG_2205.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSL01mvviZS2vMI3g3snWdk39_AMt8FP75Wt0GWWp9Hv9HIBTOhQmh8KwVYzGMUhuFZKLKF22wF4-zTKixhCCf09n43egqXnHHyLz82-5viejVjVQggPnLZyysFDG54Mi1DRCTV7f6/s1600-h/IMG_2218.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089016247609801682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSL01mvviZS2vMI3g3snWdk39_AMt8FP75Wt0GWWp9Hv9HIBTOhQmh8KwVYzGMUhuFZKLKF22wF4-zTKixhCCf09n43egqXnHHyLz82-5viejVjVQggPnLZyysFDG54Mi1DRCTV7f6/s320/IMG_2218.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokLXfLD5mS-KnMc_p7vs5gyIJHTtDucSIhWBwsEYZHLYVIj4YaUk-C-VQHOcJCr-tlhlo_1SAmdEn-tEe5k9H250XwhTgeLuw8SBsifU5s3q5DCAp4oOADMWiM0g7rCMCxo5EjJIE/s1600-h/IMG_2230.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089016260494703586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokLXfLD5mS-KnMc_p7vs5gyIJHTtDucSIhWBwsEYZHLYVIj4YaUk-C-VQHOcJCr-tlhlo_1SAmdEn-tEe5k9H250XwhTgeLuw8SBsifU5s3q5DCAp4oOADMWiM0g7rCMCxo5EjJIE/s320/IMG_2230.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefdMVSMpeLGXpcCUzoi6Ow0zKtxATfHrG8j8UGDIRjLNU629YejogzjqkaB_E-gZui0EkzCkJPQOEfyqzlB6ytfRkYyLG8ukhgh4ViSDD48VjvbFBeszRe7I0wLefYh72-5rXyq53/s1600-h/IMG_2249.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089016277674572786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiefdMVSMpeLGXpcCUzoi6Ow0zKtxATfHrG8j8UGDIRjLNU629YejogzjqkaB_E-gZui0EkzCkJPQOEfyqzlB6ytfRkYyLG8ukhgh4ViSDD48VjvbFBeszRe7I0wLefYh72-5rXyq53/s320/IMG_2249.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>We have had such a good time with all of the family visits this summer. Here are a few pictures.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>It has been a lot of fun having Liza as my shadow in the garden. She comes out to help me water each time. I have loved sharing that time with her.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>We also enjoyed visiting the gardens at Thanksgiving Point with Tammye, Candy and Brynna. We spent 4 hours there and it just flew by. Tammye took these fantastic pictures for us. None of us had been there before so we slowly took it all in. It was one of those rare, perfect days that you love to look back on later.</div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-18692146104381409382007-07-18T21:16:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:44:00.918-08:00Bon Voyage!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_svWDuyt2KtYPgG1OKZReGYNi0dr7dUOIgbwVM8c6HEJJOXxyaN8qksuZRWWVCS6kMe62YyjKLI1ZxcSo6S_ifgr4HnpS3x_bMLDxzGMfy_kWlsCqEqkoCrovEUjtA-kARL0BuxlF/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088763544619006802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_svWDuyt2KtYPgG1OKZReGYNi0dr7dUOIgbwVM8c6HEJJOXxyaN8qksuZRWWVCS6kMe62YyjKLI1ZxcSo6S_ifgr4HnpS3x_bMLDxzGMfy_kWlsCqEqkoCrovEUjtA-kARL0BuxlF/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAYEIzSPCP45MuNK8HtBEI8uz1WWqHBMVNSuApvjld8fHrZEUiaHJsCg1Y8XK8qk1w-jtV3N6sqLaHWT9ohw3ZwwPxbZp9RJguxZZp-hX3rzcVbHo52eCdVbXppMqrXfCBwj4eyWU/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088763596158614370" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZHvtmZ2KSIq-EycSRiyGqqjHHMRZavqeECM-oNybZxQbyZBY0Rz_P3zwLweab87fOgY4X_mm4vbLrBpRRXV5k35RiPzhhvl96EIOZOTSxGDXQOzxn85_l6d7yagHYKHHNlYlZKXY/s320/IMG_1891.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgA1BI1rWVI8HGj3rmMkno1BC2En0r7_AquSFJW_oTeyFDU_15O8dVEBr2rw2ljoiBWXtieUbxwzkF3ZPa_ghwZAkSFyXHGFCGvOEpwBdz_LlM15vQDByE4s0ttYjC1QybPjt1WQXP/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088759722098113282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgA1BI1rWVI8HGj3rmMkno1BC2En0r7_AquSFJW_oTeyFDU_15O8dVEBr2rw2ljoiBWXtieUbxwzkF3ZPa_ghwZAkSFyXHGFCGvOEpwBdz_LlM15vQDByE4s0ttYjC1QybPjt1WQXP/s320/IMG_1851.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I have been so behind on posting photos from all of the events of this summer. Here are some from the barbeque for Carl before he left for Virginia. There were so many great ones of everyone. Sorry I can only post a few!</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Enjoy!</div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-47180633583522678732007-07-08T22:10:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:44:01.325-08:00Good things come to those who wait (for their mom to visit...)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ6Kh-sAf2OLtXLAQxYAdxztySvlsaVolPTtnSs867JtxLm7_F4KG0mc_B4enceBopCx3FwK7kETJDVLK8FeUkXth1o8_WgfZVyxXhjVRuVNrByTGfjPdOiPt_wY_z2AavZYuy2GQ/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085062712371977922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ6Kh-sAf2OLtXLAQxYAdxztySvlsaVolPTtnSs867JtxLm7_F4KG0mc_B4enceBopCx3FwK7kETJDVLK8FeUkXth1o8_WgfZVyxXhjVRuVNrByTGfjPdOiPt_wY_z2AavZYuy2GQ/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsnA1RI2xVTxAZ_2M1JGTFb_npmYABjp-HGz8Yx67t1PlQShdbgLXOXPG-dTrr2x1W10l0HL5tEmpw8og4-whiMVWybwanY0B2IYn2elEFjeAIdWa4RYXfEn9d4_ogawol5GHUchv/s1600-h/IMG_0845.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085062720961912530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsnA1RI2xVTxAZ_2M1JGTFb_npmYABjp-HGz8Yx67t1PlQShdbgLXOXPG-dTrr2x1W10l0HL5tEmpw8og4-whiMVWybwanY0B2IYn2elEFjeAIdWa4RYXfEn9d4_ogawol5GHUchv/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I must give a little shout out to my mom. She swoops into town, sprinkles her fairy dust over my house, throws in a good measure of elbow grease, and <em>viola</em>! my plants are thriving and happy. </div><br /><div>Thanks to her I have my trellis' up in my garden, my herbs planted in pots, and I even got a night out with Brad! Amazing. She is truly able to accomplish more in one hour than most of us accomplish in a week. And, having seen her recently use both a pick ax and a shovel, I'm pretty sure she can still take me in a fair fight. </div><br /><div>What would we do without our mothers? THANK YOU MOM!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-2454672634807342162007-06-06T23:39:00.000-07:002007-06-06T23:49:54.012-07:00The quiet momentsI wonder why it is that we love so deeply in the quiet moments of life.<br /><br />It's midnight. I'm just finishing a movie and Daniel wakes up. I'm rocking him to sleep and he reaches up and touches my face with his hand. He's touching my cheek and my chin with his soft little baby hand and my heart is filling to the brim. He's so perfect and beautiful. He crosses his little legs and makes cute little clucking noises with his tongue. He smells good from the bath I gave him tonight. I like the way he holds on to me now when I rock him-like he's giving me a hug as he rests his head on my shoulder. My heart is completely full.<br /><br />Of course, this feeling of bliss lasts until I lay him down and tiptoe out of the room. He begins to cry, which then wakes up Liza. They are both now screaming their heads off. <br /><br />So much for the quiet moment...Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-76967586225054781252007-06-03T13:11:00.000-07:002008-12-09T22:44:02.410-08:00Oh, what do you do in the summertime?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUs6FvfzQlfck3NEUHTLad0aZSaOStxfhNN7YGgHp8zDcYJJxcft5xd_mAmlCVapi7uc2CqZjkeJxHQySTXzkuB0jMJddhnh-B9LUg15O0U71ketMepwO0LdEgnZOv0c2XKjY2g_xo/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071938090052110674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUs6FvfzQlfck3NEUHTLad0aZSaOStxfhNN7YGgHp8zDcYJJxcft5xd_mAmlCVapi7uc2CqZjkeJxHQySTXzkuB0jMJddhnh-B9LUg15O0U71ketMepwO0LdEgnZOv0c2XKjY2g_xo/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-WBkV3LdN6Kep-dT0U5J5mmLZz9NGtYQs4TRnDkU5v2ZxRxLF2zBLItfIkLxhGmYXAhS7KlpJ_iCKmm49y11O0qG2akd8BCVMo09YyGE0YtirfVTP7pxqMP0mIv2rbvP93IPBJFR/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071938098642045282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-WBkV3LdN6Kep-dT0U5J5mmLZz9NGtYQs4TRnDkU5v2ZxRxLF2zBLItfIkLxhGmYXAhS7KlpJ_iCKmm49y11O0qG2akd8BCVMo09YyGE0YtirfVTP7pxqMP0mIv2rbvP93IPBJFR/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDk7WxVChBugDmYOdLq1nddjOU-6yIKXcvmh5YPKT3dFwZMuHOkyJgdNglXahyphenhyphen1fEaynNsOXqD5pXXqK7kDdYMBq4KVsNGJXWbmO19KRuL0WkOipJLuYl7bynkc4KOtU128Brpp02d/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071938102937012594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDk7WxVChBugDmYOdLq1nddjOU-6yIKXcvmh5YPKT3dFwZMuHOkyJgdNglXahyphenhyphen1fEaynNsOXqD5pXXqK7kDdYMBq4KVsNGJXWbmO19KRuL0WkOipJLuYl7bynkc4KOtU128Brpp02d/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGnzggbpE38IPnyaVf-FMvuGruIQ0ClX8djAigkBKZ9KeinaT1pKiUEr-y7Gpn_yf6uxvEVedIFHU22yn9SjTMYEVHCaobkx4wEGYUgOw19Nk6fw4_3Ona6mlEpGjLCIT7txx8-EC/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071937205288847634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGnzggbpE38IPnyaVf-FMvuGruIQ0ClX8djAigkBKZ9KeinaT1pKiUEr-y7Gpn_yf6uxvEVedIFHU22yn9SjTMYEVHCaobkx4wEGYUgOw19Nk6fw4_3Ona6mlEpGjLCIT7txx8-EC/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVSefAtRDo4-frDHhP4gE8ibdtpS3mhw3sxoYGknFX-Ou45kIWFMYKykiVYYX0OYJ15t8ydqH1mEjkJwWQK_DvoWxNFrPDu4L8fXdfUPh05zrZDPpuKRHGHiJ5Gk2TGseweHAcqb8/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071937213878782242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVSefAtRDo4-frDHhP4gE8ibdtpS3mhw3sxoYGknFX-Ou45kIWFMYKykiVYYX0OYJ15t8ydqH1mEjkJwWQK_DvoWxNFrPDu4L8fXdfUPh05zrZDPpuKRHGHiJ5Gk2TGseweHAcqb8/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxym83lNmdzD_Zs6q2GgiJC3bEXMCj19CJCbzNFmNZAuCcMJAMx-fdvMhPT3l70Xv4EPKIAvXv6vy3QT8gwFcnZGJd9WFo9wcCdW-OVnXYKDACdGDBKPJFtSn8Pc9niAT_tUsou8dH/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071937218173749554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxym83lNmdzD_Zs6q2GgiJC3bEXMCj19CJCbzNFmNZAuCcMJAMx-fdvMhPT3l70Xv4EPKIAvXv6vy3QT8gwFcnZGJd9WFo9wcCdW-OVnXYKDACdGDBKPJFtSn8Pc9niAT_tUsou8dH/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm5GHneyg7PvcKy_q9gnSk0_-WZo9ig4ObO04m7Xr4OO_XiEfK0Ld86O87PgXN-ZEhzqFgRKVf5gSf2biiubZI-fC-D9HqvRvomlLbm0p5iDfgplvQKcAn07C8FtBBCHQce9pYkIf/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071937222468716866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjm5GHneyg7PvcKy_q9gnSk0_-WZo9ig4ObO04m7Xr4OO_XiEfK0Ld86O87PgXN-ZEhzqFgRKVf5gSf2biiubZI-fC-D9HqvRvomlLbm0p5iDfgplvQKcAn07C8FtBBCHQce9pYkIf/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Well, it has begun. With much excitement, my children are welcoming summer vacation. The pool is open and all is well with the world.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The girls and I took Eliza for her first little swimming excursion. She was a little nervous when she felt the cold water. However, after a little coaxing from Mady she took right to it and had a ball. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Also, we have begun the the process of planting our garden. We are looking forward to having something grow in our yard! Hopefully the grass won't be too far behind. </div><div> </div><div>And last but certainly not least, THE SPURS AND THE CAVS! Certainly not the matchup I would have predicted at the beginning of the season, but we'll take it. GAME ON!</div><br /><div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1229528100131639408.post-17763763900141346352007-05-30T20:28:00.000-07:002007-05-30T20:30:52.084-07:00A fond farewell to the JazzWell, seeing as how the Jazz are down by 25 points right now, I feel pretty confident in bidding them adieu. They gave it a valient effort. Plus, they're young. They'll be back. <br /><br />My condolences to Brad, Scott, and all of the other dissapointed Jazz fans. Oh, and GO SPURS!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04509830849799626485noreply@blogger.com1