tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46273371813787001522024-03-05T02:25:56.882-05:00The Causey ClanJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-19658230713017961002009-11-18T12:19:00.002-05:002009-11-18T12:21:05.137-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_mjRUvW1mTfia3YWixouy4Luyknnd6X0RCwoVORbMQNIGxNgqPDZ7-lPdiwtKAoDeATyQRfTXL0NE4EiMpB7oOJGuJKUxqoL3wtQY9SWlHDWJzMb5NpTpp_PIsogAzfcUYwOQfdJQ3k/s1600/100_0889.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405494886889482658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9_mjRUvW1mTfia3YWixouy4Luyknnd6X0RCwoVORbMQNIGxNgqPDZ7-lPdiwtKAoDeATyQRfTXL0NE4EiMpB7oOJGuJKUxqoL3wtQY9SWlHDWJzMb5NpTpp_PIsogAzfcUYwOQfdJQ3k/s320/100_0889.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-25060073091062815262009-11-12T17:10:00.002-05:002009-11-12T17:26:36.866-05:00Thursday 13 - "P" Edition...1. Playful -...yep, that's me :)<br />2. Pouting - Because my daughter (Alli) just said - playful? you? really???<br />3. Perfect - My kids...what are you laughing at?<br />4. Pizza - Because it's good.<br />5. Pancakes - Because there good too.<br />6. Peace - It's coming, I know it is...<br />7. Parent - Still working to be good at this one...<br />8. Pink - Favorite color :)<br />9. Poop - It happens...<br />10. Public bathrooms - Ughh!<br />11. Peanuts - I laugh because of<span style="font-size:130%;"> <a href="http://theresmoretolifethansleep.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-started-listening-at.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">this</span></a></span> every time I hear the word...<br />12. Puppies - Adorable :)<br />13. Princess - When you ask Abby what she wants to be when she grows up...this is her answer <br /><br />Be sure to play along over at <a href="http://dayinthelifeofagirlnamedkimber.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kimber's!</span></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-3541645115964570282009-11-02T07:12:00.002-05:002009-11-02T07:26:19.272-05:00If I don't take the gift....is it rude???<div align="center">So, I'm new on facebook...and really confused about all the gifts....</div><div align="center">I'm hitting ignore when I get them because I don't know what to do with them.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Do <strong>they</strong> know I ignored their gift??? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center">I don't want to be rude but I don't know what to do with a basket of berries...</div><div align="center">Someone sent me a horse?? <strong>A HORSE.</strong></div><div align="center">If I accept the horse - am I then <em>required</em> to buy a stable to keep it in??</div><div align="center"><em>Is there virtual Peta out there making sure I feed my horse???</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center">Will the horse eat the basket of berries???</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-50240225041418976952009-10-28T13:40:00.002-04:002009-10-28T13:45:33.116-04:00Bit the bullet...I said I wasn't going to do it...but....<br />I'm on Facebook now.<br />Yes, I just signed up 10 minutes ago and sent out tons of friend request but 5 minutes later I only have 2 friends...<br /><em>Maybe patience isn't my strong point....</em><br />So, look me up!!! Jennifer Wallace Causey<br /><strong>Can I put a link on my blog to facebook???</strong>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-81985998022481007802009-10-20T14:46:00.003-04:002009-10-20T14:54:19.508-04:00Random stuff...* Anthony's birthday is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tomorrow</span> - he's going to be 12. He doesn't want to do the family party thing anymore - so this weekend he's going to have a few friends over for a sleepover and rent the Transformers movie that came out on DVD today. Pray for me with a house full of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pre</span>-teen boys...<br /><br />* Allison joined the disc golf club and the archery club at school. I like golf so I get that...<em>Archery? Really??</em> She thinks it will be cool to shoot a bows & arrows at stuff.<br /><br />* Abby has her first field trip <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tomorrow</span> to the Pumpkin Patch. That's all she's talked about for the last 2 weeks.<br /><br />* The weather today is beautiful!! I love Fall :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-54443818832518204312009-10-14T08:42:00.008-04:002009-10-14T09:47:08.926-04:0014 years ago....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDVoeUYeAUVBHdlXsmAjNqx8wSUKvlCIVfQpum6BXhf86Pvp3Nelarts9rkTNpt5HANrbVpSfIyw8MWd2AWKBKDzQAB9K-bI56awId7J9D_KuzTrzS6gs37NLUijrh956OuUoQ2o3ujc/s1600-h/love-sick1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392440625073939586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDVoeUYeAUVBHdlXsmAjNqx8wSUKvlCIVfQpum6BXhf86Pvp3Nelarts9rkTNpt5HANrbVpSfIyw8MWd2AWKBKDzQAB9K-bI56awId7J9D_KuzTrzS6gs37NLUijrh956OuUoQ2o3ujc/s400/love-sick1.jpg" border="0" /></a> 14 years ago today, a new chapter in my life. I was so excited I was fixing to be some one's wife. The love of my life. The man that could take my breath away with those beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous smile....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>It was going to be great! Being a wife. I could just imagine it. Having him gaze at me at the breakfast table telling me how wonderful everything was and how great his day was going to be as he thought about me all day long at work. The "Honey, I'm home" in the afternoon's... Singing and laughing together as we did the dinner dishes.... Holding hands on our way to the grocery store.... </em></div><em></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDhJYThR9peooEU6Ac1nvqYgQ7eRi6SAmXNwvoy9Rv6cw4H7hNMzNKlHIGN4loT4qqRKNrkWS6JfzJpOs-90N5GMTS8IkXhcYpZCo2jZ7zW6_C9vDBT4FRujJ12AOVWumU7mOJYLhtuw/s1600-h/hands.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392440490822533490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDhJYThR9peooEU6Ac1nvqYgQ7eRi6SAmXNwvoy9Rv6cw4H7hNMzNKlHIGN4loT4qqRKNrkWS6JfzJpOs-90N5GMTS8IkXhcYpZCo2jZ7zW6_C9vDBT4FRujJ12AOVWumU7mOJYLhtuw/s400/hands.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>The joys of marriage. I couldn't wait!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>What?? </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>How could it not be that way? I'm 19 years old - I know <em>everything.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong></strong></em> </div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center">So, real world kicks in. Come to find out, John wasn't in to holding hands while grocery shopping.</div><div align="center">Washing dishes together?? ....yep, that singing and laughing crap never happened.</div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPedY-jUeK_pbqMYXbG4SrAr3-Pgt2oJYiLbNcG47_3gjUxhRxGGLkhG_e8rJIqLg3zXP99sdbEgT8DKuXkJ7SQfkJOuagNfKbTLWEiObLNBhwVvgauW8aJ-WvZtwFeIH1jT1ABjlMK7w/s1600-h/frazzled-businesswoman-talking_~pe0064592.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392440352440252418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPedY-jUeK_pbqMYXbG4SrAr3-Pgt2oJYiLbNcG47_3gjUxhRxGGLkhG_e8rJIqLg3zXP99sdbEgT8DKuXkJ7SQfkJOuagNfKbTLWEiObLNBhwVvgauW8aJ-WvZtwFeIH1jT1ABjlMK7w/s400/frazzled-businesswoman-talking_~pe0064592.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> It looks more like this.... </em></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Yet, don't underestimate the power of love.</span></em></strong></p><p align="center">Love - let's him see me all frazzled and still think I'm beautiful</p><p align="center">Love - gives me patience when he's ill </p><p align="center">Love - shows kindness and eats the muffins I burned for breakfast with a smile</p><p align="center">Love - is forgiving after an argument over money to pay the bills</p><p align="center">Love - compromises and grows after 14 years of marriage... </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnxDxbsVj_9c7Lw1oAJ6GL6Du2QspaVAQUOi5tsiZ682x9YtZaG22upwg_o1SK45wJj1xhFf-jriBNAzqrM_sv0V_SGaymusC5SyWgfkx_vWgyg55aTK-OqMYld8OaTRo0kFWdIouue8/s1600-h/hands+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392440247372183474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnxDxbsVj_9c7Lw1oAJ6GL6Du2QspaVAQUOi5tsiZ682x9YtZaG22upwg_o1SK45wJj1xhFf-jriBNAzqrM_sv0V_SGaymusC5SyWgfkx_vWgyg55aTK-OqMYld8OaTRo0kFWdIouue8/s400/hands+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em>This LOVE is still a work in progress</em></strong></p><p align="center"> and he still takes my breath away when he looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous smile</p><p align="center"><em><strong><br /></strong></em> </p>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-4677619455315710752009-10-11T20:19:00.003-04:002009-10-12T06:58:18.538-04:00Remember me???Sorry it's been so long since my last post. It seems like our household has been sick <em>forever...</em><br />We've passed a stomach virus around for over a week now -on a positive note - my jeans are loose on me ;)<br /><br />Anyway, promise to do better this week! Hope everyone had a great weekend!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-79663923307318250172009-10-01T09:35:00.004-04:002009-10-01T10:00:25.050-04:00Writer's Workshop<div align="center"><a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387625957252115330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA75jat_3XHu726KA_paLZf1rdFCkKGDMrl8bSBAtZSLv2x_OovAk0B_r_uMB4G6IJBpb0MC4XpMw4zAzaVsTtyVznmyjMsb3AQaHfqTNZj3gsHQNjzRtSIwtT8B84lPdpNQEhxSDcEOE/s400/writersworksop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Another week with <a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/">Mama Kat</a>! I chose prompt # 1<br /><br />How I met one of my best friends...<br />I met <a href="http://stantonsjourneytoadoption.blogspot.com/">Mandy</a> when I was a teenager working at a christian daycare. Even though I have moved a zillion times over the last 15 years, we've always managed to stay in touch.<br />She's the friend that I can spend 2 hours on the phone with talking about weight or a new hairstyle I want to try and never make me feel superficial for not having anything better to talk about. She's the same girl that drove 2 hours up the road to come get me when I was pregnant with Abby and let me and the kids stay with her for a week. If I need prayer, she's one of the first I call for support. If I need to vent - there she is.<br />She also has a twisted sense of humor like myself, so when no one else gets what's funny -<br />I know she will:)<br /><br />She's the reason I stared a blog - be sure to go check out <a href="http://stantonsjourneytoadoption.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">her's</span>!</a><br /><br />We would all be so lucky to have a friend like her!<br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-62285153567655761532009-09-25T07:30:00.002-04:002009-09-25T07:36:05.209-04:00Friday Funnies... I love Walmart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnXrTK6GnF1jqcI8HGWTKJKoDdWIx-sF6l7JvbrE6HiawrprjT93LGcBZyL0JZxeWr7Kt5p9514aSxaLhKHVPfirX9PzXqxstffDRfAGBPIS5I7SdUUWXIWskxMzPOjRUf03H93Dz4tw/s1600-h/walmart+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385366851351695058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnXrTK6GnF1jqcI8HGWTKJKoDdWIx-sF6l7JvbrE6HiawrprjT93LGcBZyL0JZxeWr7Kt5p9514aSxaLhKHVPfirX9PzXqxstffDRfAGBPIS5I7SdUUWXIWskxMzPOjRUf03H93Dz4tw/s400/walmart+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2Q_Uxf0UvnGCaviwoTUh7vG1vGTjVBDvQOQy9_hhKTN3ZAaQldf_MPWnaA71GpOXGMn8FFq069X40uSDFMPxsFetBsJN8xauVffW9Z6UwX8Ohe4z_ewyG3QRcJICVL_5hzHNJrW0veA/s1600-h/walmart+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385366846435698882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2Q_Uxf0UvnGCaviwoTUh7vG1vGTjVBDvQOQy9_hhKTN3ZAaQldf_MPWnaA71GpOXGMn8FFq069X40uSDFMPxsFetBsJN8xauVffW9Z6UwX8Ohe4z_ewyG3QRcJICVL_5hzHNJrW0veA/s400/walmart+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBumTeL2Udxp9MmO45ZHsI1g7ynrtHSuFEU49vorgaUgOtSBMUzF6ExTwHe0rmdStuVgqYRNR-CjqdV56KowclyQd4A5d5KF8vPkPXxRIvuPXSpV_cqpDuv28XhiJeH2sIvnyzNcy2NIw/s1600-h/walmart+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385366838382723010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBumTeL2Udxp9MmO45ZHsI1g7ynrtHSuFEU49vorgaUgOtSBMUzF6ExTwHe0rmdStuVgqYRNR-CjqdV56KowclyQd4A5d5KF8vPkPXxRIvuPXSpV_cqpDuv28XhiJeH2sIvnyzNcy2NIw/s400/walmart+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKg9mCM7FcKl3oVKZS7AXk9OQhiALEyHte6b6a2WRPQ9ORGqbGxTO69HBupYyOvASXTL4zhqhf04nGSLxBEy55vNb0raTMBG2PM4MqgOC-ZISXhRCpLbHj8uo5KgYjoGCyii4azradMw/s1600-h/walmart+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385366828798557506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKg9mCM7FcKl3oVKZS7AXk9OQhiALEyHte6b6a2WRPQ9ORGqbGxTO69HBupYyOvASXTL4zhqhf04nGSLxBEy55vNb0raTMBG2PM4MqgOC-ZISXhRCpLbHj8uo5KgYjoGCyii4azradMw/s400/walmart+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0bpw26yn5fvs7RLNVGIAOxANhMRak1ydToSpo0qXHNrcgUNXSel1EORuaCSix3UpSzAMH501p_0ZvKEsRx2RKYlnhv5Qw6NQ0I7b5DcisX0lDE6FfDCweAZLdGgOhLua66mJncQ-aGA/s1600-h/walmart+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385366824936744514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ0bpw26yn5fvs7RLNVGIAOxANhMRak1ydToSpo0qXHNrcgUNXSel1EORuaCSix3UpSzAMH501p_0ZvKEsRx2RKYlnhv5Qw6NQ0I7b5DcisX0lDE6FfDCweAZLdGgOhLua66mJncQ-aGA/s400/walmart+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For more funny pictures of people at Walmart<span style="color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/"> click here!<br /></a></span><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-26245539843204912462009-09-23T08:02:00.003-04:002009-09-23T08:11:31.491-04:00All is well...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzC4o620qW1XXS_wIM-97MDKgtzBIexJZvYLlr7t2e4i9hnYjJyxuJpNcCJFb9M9ezE4Pouhyplr8lw4td1AtbCPBt___kDNiyJKCjNIx4rIdwzPmVUSOck_yup6IIaq3rWoD4mwLo1so/s1600-h/serenity_~bxp49147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384632277835490242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzC4o620qW1XXS_wIM-97MDKgtzBIexJZvYLlr7t2e4i9hnYjJyxuJpNcCJFb9M9ezE4Pouhyplr8lw4td1AtbCPBt___kDNiyJKCjNIx4rIdwzPmVUSOck_yup6IIaq3rWoD4mwLo1so/s320/serenity_~bxp49147.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>FINALLY!!</strong></div><p align="center">John went back to work Monday and his back is feeling much better.</p><p align="center">The kids are adjusting to their new school good.</p><p align="center">They hooked up our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span> service and home phone yesterday.</p><p align="center">We have completely unpacked everything :)</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p> </p>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-63069631820548050412009-09-17T11:49:00.003-04:002009-09-17T12:12:58.314-04:00Thursday 13 - "K" edition<div style="text-align: center;">If you want to join in on the fun be sure to link up at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><a href="http://dayinthelifeofagirlnamedkimber.blogspot.com/">Kimber's</a></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">1. Kids - Started new school today... pray that they love it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">2. Kind - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Trying</span> to be to the hubby - he pulled a muscle in his back moving & has been put on bed rest by the doc...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">3. Krazy - Yes, that's how we spell it today - the way I feel, soon it will all come together...right??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">4. Keebler - The best little elves in the world!! They can make cookies in a tree :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">5. Keep - I think that word was used <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">way too much</span></span> when packing...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">6. Ketchup - A must in our fridge!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">7. Kisses - Because they fix everything...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">8. Kelly's Korner - I LOVE her blog :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">9. Kindergarten - Abby's grade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">10. King - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">not mentioning any names but who he thinks he is on enough pain meds..</span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">11. Keys - Do I really need all of them??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">12. Kitchen - Mine is clean :) ...today anyway :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">13. Karaoke - Some of us should just stick with singing in the shower (I'm one of those!) </span></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-67610264233621742892009-09-11T08:37:00.004-04:002009-09-11T12:35:08.656-04:00Friday Funnies<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7cZia3sKgXJEUm5xffJQaBPmvXtxnunhoTQgRrcqhXhnjKKV4CoyI_LV2Uaa1OIargBOBb9wXoW_rWzeGimZkqsSxJ62Se2dqpA5C34QfQDodO7bZ_v6LKHKz3pXtAKREk9z6Io8r0g/s1600-h/friday+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380190226691018130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7cZia3sKgXJEUm5xffJQaBPmvXtxnunhoTQgRrcqhXhnjKKV4CoyI_LV2Uaa1OIargBOBb9wXoW_rWzeGimZkqsSxJ62Se2dqpA5C34QfQDodO7bZ_v6LKHKz3pXtAKREk9z6Io8r0g/s400/friday+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> If this is your uncle's brother's wife's third cousin's house - please do not be offended. I am only admiring your creativity</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSEtzA3y_3koveO01Z-yBTJV3VcFm4rCVcdvfwa5hjDkOrngmGmcCpMxmwI4mHRpgK2ddW4oXmed2z7KWuu8uA31tHO3eggfWKSqSd_2Z84DBkrQDLp991G0h0ynxvnstKFiu73UIbR2A/s1600-h/friday+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380190214692193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSEtzA3y_3koveO01Z-yBTJV3VcFm4rCVcdvfwa5hjDkOrngmGmcCpMxmwI4mHRpgK2ddW4oXmed2z7KWuu8uA31tHO3eggfWKSqSd_2Z84DBkrQDLp991G0h0ynxvnstKFiu73UIbR2A/s400/friday+2.bmp" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This looks legit. Have fun kids!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWC0rOUqCAULBqA7HSc_UoOGOHLDEpALHEngCXzypJg_cO5FpCf8LIpalgg5yU5v9jResWxjrcW8IosMQHWZdZryPCUVilHrZX8It9m1m_K8-Yz9nS0kKipvvDHc88jgjHw2FrgUnzhho/s1600-h/friday+1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380190210362334258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWC0rOUqCAULBqA7HSc_UoOGOHLDEpALHEngCXzypJg_cO5FpCf8LIpalgg5yU5v9jResWxjrcW8IosMQHWZdZryPCUVilHrZX8It9m1m_K8-Yz9nS0kKipvvDHc88jgjHw2FrgUnzhho/s400/friday+1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Stick. Damn you</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtoYG5md5MOytRq16p6pw08_G5vyPRFLLI0k_wetGrsMLq8zKHmP9FVJfQD9lI2qqiD4GVWuhbFEkoXSj4T4B6lY71xHVBSs47_ZMGAwViMIB2gaEShHQn5oS5MTOjCwRdOt_kEk0e-8/s1600-h/friday+3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380190223030809378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtoYG5md5MOytRq16p6pw08_G5vyPRFLLI0k_wetGrsMLq8zKHmP9FVJfQD9lI2qqiD4GVWuhbFEkoXSj4T4B6lY71xHVBSs47_ZMGAwViMIB2gaEShHQn5oS5MTOjCwRdOt_kEk0e-8/s400/friday+3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">No worse than hot metal...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br />If you want to see more go check out <a href="http://thereifixedit.com/">thereifixedit.com</a><br /><br />***Update*** I did this earlier this morning and then found a blog that does Friday Funnies to link up to...who knew! If you want to play along be sure to go to <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><a href="http://homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/">Homesteaders Heart</a></span>!<br /><br /></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-91674664311274799092009-09-10T12:14:00.003-04:002009-09-10T12:39:14.187-04:00Thursday 13 - "J" Edition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdofT1SZK1YTVm80mmKiAWNY5MmMclzIYUdjWhSJT9zHXX3FG8OVX_zicHofuFpOAdtgDND_LWLBwCQQaqOa_2aCcl4nXkbLSGdMkrKku1DFhhNaj3E0GLrLHS9IAoeq6bHGrbGAXxYHY/s1600-h/ThursdayThirteen3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379872984138365122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdofT1SZK1YTVm80mmKiAWNY5MmMclzIYUdjWhSJT9zHXX3FG8OVX_zicHofuFpOAdtgDND_LWLBwCQQaqOa_2aCcl4nXkbLSGdMkrKku1DFhhNaj3E0GLrLHS9IAoeq6bHGrbGAXxYHY/s400/ThursdayThirteen3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">1. Jennifer - ME!</div><div align="center">2. John - The hubby</div><div align="center">3. July - The 15th - my birthday! The 28th - Abby's birthday</div><div align="center">4. Job- It's out there...I just haven't found it yet...</div><div align="center">Jesus - Because He loves me... :)</div><div align="center">5. Jeans - It's fall... time to buy some new ones</div><div align="center">6. Jokes -Q: Where do you find a one-legged dog? A: Where you left it :)</div><div align="center">7. Jello - Strawberry Banana with cool whip</div><div align="center">8. Juice - Orange is my favorite</div><div align="center">9. Joe's Crab Shack - Mmmmm... </div><div align="center">10. Jennifer Aniston - Angelina's not that great...</div><div align="center">11. Junk - What all of my stuff looks like as I'm packing</div><div align="center">12. Jaws - The ocean's never been the same since...</div><div align="center">13. Jen - We're friends now...you can call me that :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Now be sure to go check out the rest over at <span style="color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://dayinthelifeofagirlnamedkimber.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday-thirteen-edition-j.html">Kimber's</a></span></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-10303545241406570852009-09-08T12:56:00.002-04:002009-09-08T13:17:52.027-04:00Be Different...Act Normal<div align="center"><a href="http://bedifferentactnormal.blogspot.com/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379141706355292962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirODz-1k5DU6vxeF6d5-CKaEduL0PWMAVGkDBFM-GuO73um_uK8Hc-SzvbthT5bUC2Pbvknw-SVNUaEUChP9xSsFWgUhviLdx6o1mP0zVaKiTlZCdCVIvVHvizWqgwUiKM1WIeLM3SmzQ/s400/button2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Giving some blog love...</div><div align="center">Need decorating ideas for fall? Want to make something delicious?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Lorie can find it! </div><div align="center">She does several post a day about all these great projects and ideas she's found on other blogs.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Need a crafty guru - go check her out at <a href="http://bedifferentactnormal.blogspot.com/">Be Different...Act Normal</a>!<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-32261840644357889402009-09-08T08:42:00.007-04:002009-09-08T09:11:02.178-04:00Random stuff...It has been really busy around here... we are in the process of moving. My husband drives over an hour to work each day so we've been looking for something closer to his work. We finally found something in an excellent school district and will save us A LOT of money in gas.. So in a couple of weeks the kids will be starting a new school {the timing is not so great} but I'm sure they'll adjust fine. We are excited... <em>but it wouldn't hurt my feelings if I never see another box again</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokiUAFGy_7o5gxmEN-IWHNMYkrAhrYOQ9wR1Iz2bXebvkJHYBEHrfRlOtr6GwbZRvQHe0UCFVg3banTIXytjwOXdy7_CN6jjqC95_nq4J7AJzSK5QWpPjpmN7JMNUeHNkWpw43UWwNYA/s1600-h/moving+funny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379077237148973090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokiUAFGy_7o5gxmEN-IWHNMYkrAhrYOQ9wR1Iz2bXebvkJHYBEHrfRlOtr6GwbZRvQHe0UCFVg3banTIXytjwOXdy7_CN6jjqC95_nq4J7AJzSK5QWpPjpmN7JMNUeHNkWpw43UWwNYA/s400/moving+funny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvq3Uqqgok1CztJBX_9eBbWzOSLJ59EJcaQCfu_kpjo5msVGCbMjSDtkM2tmu3Ue_cVKSpjyIcFfBnjGzP1BHpC_kIy3oeEMAkCjF0p5TRiVaatgIi9lWILzhnR6JmPgiYswsEgO_kDU/s1600-h/moving+tip+funny+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379077112883102482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvq3Uqqgok1CztJBX_9eBbWzOSLJ59EJcaQCfu_kpjo5msVGCbMjSDtkM2tmu3Ue_cVKSpjyIcFfBnjGzP1BHpC_kIy3oeEMAkCjF0p5TRiVaatgIi9lWILzhnR6JmPgiYswsEgO_kDU/s400/moving+tip+funny+2.bmp" border="0" /></a> And.... I'm so honored another award! I've got this one before and to get it twice - well I think that just makes me extra special! {Smile} </div><br /><div align="center">Thank you so much to <a href="http://mama4real.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mama 4 Real</span></a>, who gave me the Splash award. I LOVE her blog!</div><br /><div align="center">You have to go and check it out!<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeY6gxs-awK8hHu9X0-9FjHSvDC5C65lh2W1fHPJ3ZEF2Vxe2dJFZBgi7J3oJegrlG-E4eHIlvza4H5ZmmjGIkYORromE0Ppqv2-eq0wE8TMDNciY__gOC7_OB3mpPRkGV8uBKB5bwgk/s1600-h/Splash_Award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379076454499869762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeY6gxs-awK8hHu9X0-9FjHSvDC5C65lh2W1fHPJ3ZEF2Vxe2dJFZBgi7J3oJegrlG-E4eHIlvza4H5ZmmjGIkYORromE0Ppqv2-eq0wE8TMDNciY__gOC7_OB3mpPRkGV8uBKB5bwgk/s320/Splash_Award.jpg" border="0" /></a> I'm going to cheat on this a little - since it's my second time... and the moving and all...</div><br /><div align="center">and just say thanks again to <span style="color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://mama4real.blogspot.com/">Mama 4 Real</a></span>!</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-54035535647325351232009-09-03T13:05:00.004-04:002009-09-03T13:34:44.007-04:00Writer's Workshop - Friendly Advice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnX-VnTAxaFKcdP1XH-ZnFwIIJV4IqS39K66ip_I8lNTTT8nAY7qK8slL9eZFBxMSSSfATDUN7vcFhSCLAczvdAAf8eLNyjkmPcJ6RS0IqvT0gaOWadcTTA0M1hp4M8gJLy6wZ3k4tO0/s1600-h/writersworksop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377289366820173170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnX-VnTAxaFKcdP1XH-ZnFwIIJV4IqS39K66ip_I8lNTTT8nAY7qK8slL9eZFBxMSSSfATDUN7vcFhSCLAczvdAAf8eLNyjkmPcJ6RS0IqvT0gaOWadcTTA0M1hp4M8gJLy6wZ3k4tO0/s320/writersworksop.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Prompts from <a href="http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mama Kat</span></a>:<br /><br />1.) Write about a time when you were wrongly wronged.(inspired by myself.)<br />2.) Geriatric peeping Tom neighbors? Do tell.<br />3.) Mommy play dates? What's your experience with mom dating?<br />4.) The first day of...<br />5.) Share your friendly advice for someone you think needs it (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ie</span> your mother-in-law, other drivers, cell phone users, etc.)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I chose #5...</div><div align="center">My friendly advice is for Mrs. "Kindergarten" teacher</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Please only listen to half of what my child says. She tells everything. I mean <em>E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center">*I did not try to give her away at the grocery store<em>.</em> When the sweet little old lady asked how much she (Abby) would cost her to take her home. I said she was priceless. </div><div align="center">5 year old translation - free.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Then there's yesterday. The kids are giving Roxy a bath. She gets away from them and takes off down the street. Although we love our dog very much.... the neighbors love for her- <em>not so much.</em></div><div align="center">So, we rush to get herback and obedience is not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">necessarily</span> her strong point and in frustration John says - I'm going to kill her.</div><div align="center">(<em>Back off Peta - It was said out of anger no real intentions)</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvYB2XUFxhjj1vBBHrM8_Zhak_aONUOf-tIStfpXQ4fqPq48T6r7Kx7LREIWpaPfUSkUV3P8Aqoo0l7Mlp0BRMlMB-df1VuCQAvQd7TI2d-OArPDeejYAXFspf0DTEpmFBsgOw5C5B2g/s1600-h/Sept+3+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377289209485712642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNvYB2XUFxhjj1vBBHrM8_Zhak_aONUOf-tIStfpXQ4fqPq48T6r7Kx7LREIWpaPfUSkUV3P8Aqoo0l7Mlp0BRMlMB-df1VuCQAvQd7TI2d-OArPDeejYAXFspf0DTEpmFBsgOw5C5B2g/s320/Sept+3+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">After 20 minutes of coaxing and begging we finally get the dog back. "We" as in me and John, the kids have already gave up and went in to the house. She is fine and well and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">securely</span> pinned up in her kennel.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Before bed last night Abby is drawing a picture and I ask our sweet angel what she's working on.</div><div align="center">The very attentive Abby tells me - Tomorrow when my teacher ask what we did last night, I'm drawing a picture in case I forget - to tell her that daddy wants to kill the dog...</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVOht6iQoA_ncvwGufiqwA-3-llZoNMFkFusPu0TdMVw6_1AsDX5qX1-oFa4puKLvJtLXw8hRMXJVlUG6NWHqaZKaeJilLJ-YoZN-qCUel133SLhKNQRDNOqE9V7_C3x6aoRR3mwMiqQs/s1600-h/Sept+3+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377288905002152578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVOht6iQoA_ncvwGufiqwA-3-llZoNMFkFusPu0TdMVw6_1AsDX5qX1-oFa4puKLvJtLXw8hRMXJVlUG6NWHqaZKaeJilLJ-YoZN-qCUel133SLhKNQRDNOqE9V7_C3x6aoRR3mwMiqQs/s400/Sept+3+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>You think I still got a shot at Room mom???<br /><br /></strong><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-47494543179017017152009-09-03T09:53:00.004-04:002009-09-03T10:26:51.325-04:00Thursday 13 "I" Edition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyvtxhDbA-2A5FfMj5mYW1MAJ0UIkKafxkydaAQcX-8yZvH13EbmsSQQYk26_SZ1GLLxcYWDnmyMy6aSSBJTcsySta7VtpQyjvCWvZH9HbfF86hv2-rI3moUzQJLHuSEOze-bmJh5RP0/s1600-h/ThursdayThirteen3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377239231628463410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyvtxhDbA-2A5FfMj5mYW1MAJ0UIkKafxkydaAQcX-8yZvH13EbmsSQQYk26_SZ1GLLxcYWDnmyMy6aSSBJTcsySta7VtpQyjvCWvZH9HbfF86hv2-rI3moUzQJLHuSEOze-bmJh5RP0/s400/ThursdayThirteen3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />1. Isabelle - My niece's middle name</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">2. Icee Stand - Where I first met John. He worked there as a teenager and I went EVERY afternoon until he asked me out.</div><div align="center"><br />3. Internet - Thank God for it!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">4. Ice Cream: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough is at the top of the list</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">5. Italian - The closest I come is Ragu Spaghetti...</div><div align="center"><br />6. Imagining - My house clean...</div><div align="center"><br />7. Icarly - I have 2 girls...what do you expect...</div><div align="center"><br />8. Independence Day - Best holiday for BBQ!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">9. IHOP - Best breakfast...(I think about food way too much!)</div><div align="center"><br />10. Ipod touch- John wants one for his birthday</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">11. Idea - need one I'm running out of words that start with "I"</div><div align="center"><br />12. Idaho - Potatoes ...if all else fails go back to food :)</div><div align="center"><br />13. I'm - Done!!</div><div align="center"><br />There you go my 13 "I's"</div><div align="center"><br />If you are playing along link up at <a href="http://dayinthelifeofagirlnamedkimber.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kimber's</span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;">...</span> </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-47736921938443732282009-09-02T10:33:00.004-04:002009-09-02T11:23:21.771-04:00It's not about the fire...it's about the candy bars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73OQmMzSQUREVLbyhmZ3uOmXl7VslpFLO31LXMi5EK2JjSDwva_daGe2P0LN-HV4N4tY6Pilfh0Tf2Wh0M7cWVzTICjgnbRVWe5HBLj_Z8ukC_5ZOxUiIzf9t6suMuoPNn5TZzGE8Xqk/s1600-h/Burning-House--29113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878690034189986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg73OQmMzSQUREVLbyhmZ3uOmXl7VslpFLO31LXMi5EK2JjSDwva_daGe2P0LN-HV4N4tY6Pilfh0Tf2Wh0M7cWVzTICjgnbRVWe5HBLj_Z8ukC_5ZOxUiIzf9t6suMuoPNn5TZzGE8Xqk/s320/Burning-House--29113.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I've had a couple inquiries about burning down the house...Yes, at eight years old - I burned my house down. Completely to the ground, nothing left...nada.</div><div> </div><div>The stories not really about the house though - it's about the candy bars inside the house. Let me back up a little. I lived with my mother and step-dad. He was a jerk to put it nicely. He was mentally and physically abusive. {<em>FYI - my mother is no longer with him</em>} We were <em>those</em> kids everyone knew what was going on but nobody did anything. Anyway, I don't want to say my childhood was a bad one - that would take away from all the good times - rough maybe but not bad.</div><div> </div><div>Anybody familiar with the school fundraiser where you sell candy bars??? Back in my day, they gave you a case to take home to sell. Well, as a kid we didn't get candy/sweets on a regular basis (holiday or birthday) Not that it's bad, I think it was a good thing. So long story short...I eat the candy bars. ALL of them, never told my mom I had them - just eat them, each and everyone.</div><div> </div><div>Then comes the day I'm home from school sick. My mom's there with my baby brother, we're in her bed and I decide to fix something to eat. Mom worked a lot so it's not out of the norm for me to cook something and take care of my smaller brother and sister. I decide I'm making french fries and turn the stove on to heat up a pot of oil for the fries. I go back in the bedroom with my mom and forget about the oil. Later we hear a popping sound coming from the kitchen...and that's how the fire originates. By the time the firemen got there, the house was gone. My mom lied and told them she had something in the crock pot {I'm sure to avoid a beating for me or her} they determined it an accident and something with the wiring in the kitchen...</div><div> </div><div>Which brings me back to the candy bars and my already guilt stricken self.... first the chocolate and now the fire - I'm going to hell for sure. My morale dilemma brings me to the fork in the road where I have (a.) own up to eating the candy bars or (b.) tell my teacher they melted in the fire. I spent a lot of my childhood living in fear and getting beat for things I <em>didn't</em> do so when I did do something wrong -I was afraid, <em>really</em> afraid.</div><div> </div><div>I went with option B - </div><div> </div><div>It took a while and I finally owned up to it with my mom and now (probably because of me) if you want to participate in the school fundraiser and sell candy bars you must prepay for them first.</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-11338698180537538292009-09-01T10:45:00.003-04:002009-09-01T11:17:58.433-04:00Where did he get that from????<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL51jSxOj5xcemfaPHPz8elyxZOXBvChrhpamsMdYWtENLa7y-wGnupUPaQNsLt9aPUeEhaW-XId8nCymBsyAm1S3spsEB70Eczt4GbPCCNKe5dXLLQt_2IfUCNcWS1eKPc__YB-RyKU/s1600-h/Kids+Praying.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510876022014114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL51jSxOj5xcemfaPHPz8elyxZOXBvChrhpamsMdYWtENLa7y-wGnupUPaQNsLt9aPUeEhaW-XId8nCymBsyAm1S3spsEB70Eczt4GbPCCNKe5dXLLQt_2IfUCNcWS1eKPc__YB-RyKU/s320/Kids+Praying.png" border="0" /></a> Before dinner last night my kids were actually arguing over who could say grace. What a proud, sweet moment. How well John and I have done - our kids (all three) wanting to say the blessing! {Smiling in pleased contentment}<br /><br />Then Abby says: [whiny, agitated voice] <em>Why</em> do we have to say the blessing EVERY time we eat??<br /><br />Then Anthony replies: [the smart, confident boy he is] Because Abby, if we don't - Jesus will make us sick.<br /><br />Proud parenting moment thrown out the window....<br /><div> </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-31114061719480791162009-08-31T13:03:00.004-04:002009-08-31T14:07:31.502-04:00Another award!Well, two to be exact. Stacey over at <a href="http://loveandchaos71.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#993399;">Bloggin it like it is</span></a> has to be my most favorite person right now! She was kind enough to give me not one but two awards this week!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTIU8FQulliABBqQ6yVM1W41qTAH8NykAb09LEP27K85VrRz5BCJriksfhr9vccGsRTl90yYg4EpZGmR2KhitHd-0Zx6rYsJTCXTB7DzuGkwA43V0BjT-qq8Kl9uwTqIUkof_OkjOIJw/s1600-h/Splash_Award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376176271370891922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTIU8FQulliABBqQ6yVM1W41qTAH8NykAb09LEP27K85VrRz5BCJriksfhr9vccGsRTl90yYg4EpZGmR2KhitHd-0Zx6rYsJTCXTB7DzuGkwA43V0BjT-qq8Kl9uwTqIUkof_OkjOIJw/s400/Splash_Award.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#993399;">The Splash Award is given to alluring, amusing, bewitching, impressive, and inspiring blogs.</span></div><br /><br />When you receive this award, you must:<br /><br />Put the logo on your blog/post.<br />Nominate & link up to 9 blogs which allure, amuse, bewitch, impress or inspire you.<br />Let them know that they have been splashed by commenting on their blog.<br />Remember to link to the person from whom you received your Splash Award.<br /><br />Ok, here it goes...<br /><br />1. <a href="http://thedraggs.blogspot.com/">Life as we know it</a><br /><br />2. <a href="http://theresmoretolifethansleep.blogspot.com/">This blessed life</a><br /><br />3. <a href="http://stantonsjourneytoadoption.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#993399;">Stanton's Journey to Adoption</span></a><br /><br />4. <a href="http://dayinthelifeofagirlnamedkimber.blogspot.com/">Day in the life of a girl named Kimber</a><br /><br />5. <a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/">My Little Life</a><br /><br />6. <a href="http://sahmjbechtold.blogspot.com/">Stay at home mom</a><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br />7. <a href="http://thecartoonbubble.blogspot.com/">The Bubble...</a><br /><br />8. <a href="http://mindymaywaters.blogspot.com/">The Mom in Little Man's World</a><br /><br />9. <a href="http://baine5.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#993399;">Should be Cleaning</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoWLMnOaM6IiH_37ynT-athQIaI287jOSKrCVTzUWj1zRw_E5SXnytlRADPezwZ4TRxu4Zaa3eo5xReepPNFnFpttpswhdfbL5uW1RSDmw0RyEtlFLXr7jIToREerfhuG0uU283Z7E74/s1600-h/Meme_Award2[3].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376176137805374626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoWLMnOaM6IiH_37ynT-athQIaI287jOSKrCVTzUWj1zRw_E5SXnytlRADPezwZ4TRxu4Zaa3eo5xReepPNFnFpttpswhdfbL5uW1RSDmw0RyEtlFLXr7jIToREerfhuG0uU283Z7E74/s400/Meme_Award2%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> The second award - I have to list seven things about myself....hmmm...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">1. I have seven brothers and sisters. My parents divorced and remarried so we did not all live in the same house growing up - but yep <em>seven.</em></div><p>2. I try to find humor in everything. </p><p>3. I <em>may</em> have burned down our house when I was in 3rd grade (<em>but that's another post!)</em></p><p>4. I love super glue/gorilla glue! There's not too much I can't fix with it...or at least try!</p><p>5. Long ago when my 2 oldest were little (before there was google) - if my kids asked me a question and I didn't know the answer - rather than say - I don't know -I'd just make something up. (<em>think Waterboy - Adam Sandler...mama says) </em></p><p>6. I am counting down the days to the Season premiere of House.</p><p>7. I believe Happiness is a choice. <em>"This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice & be glad in it. Psalm 118:24 TLB"<br /><br /></em></p><div align="center"></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-54684736058584919532009-08-28T21:11:00.004-04:002009-08-28T21:15:12.208-04:00Back to school funnies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXkpITcqnkuDw4J_uZCEHFWiVC36S9cX9mIA71ce7OvkNu_wiHcOImbI6_sSg5ldFiUH5Ab_DEhfy8CabQ1K9_opUE3ua2xtIx8TY1YGTqZfC5gc7BiMw_jW1F9u6KPg-QMPPIy_p55Q/s1600-h/funny+school+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375188019430985618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmXkpITcqnkuDw4J_uZCEHFWiVC36S9cX9mIA71ce7OvkNu_wiHcOImbI6_sSg5ldFiUH5Ab_DEhfy8CabQ1K9_opUE3ua2xtIx8TY1YGTqZfC5gc7BiMw_jW1F9u6KPg-QMPPIy_p55Q/s400/funny+school+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03IZaut3OZWVPDTKbatuUs5GSfapm2zk2H9btoVkphfQLTyxjmHof_BaHgCFSr33wUSez-1fAQ7fKWbn4pdUJwaNw-5E5md2pflLYMgyxfg6p8rYkwRrLWfogHr7hd7F7f07YJsZbRH8/s1600-h/funny+school+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375187858753019138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03IZaut3OZWVPDTKbatuUs5GSfapm2zk2H9btoVkphfQLTyxjmHof_BaHgCFSr33wUSez-1fAQ7fKWbn4pdUJwaNw-5E5md2pflLYMgyxfg6p8rYkwRrLWfogHr7hd7F7f07YJsZbRH8/s400/funny+school+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBmvHNvI7SRO5EgLGPBqLJswrC67zyznqAFL5tUM0gDTtRtFAzj0E8MM5QlLnuLmkXw8TlEGhvTYsBtuBPQQu31-txERs1fBzluso4XUlgcuksE6EoiQnJ9DPIBvqawaX550C62gbsVw/s1600-h/funny+school+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375187532512314898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBmvHNvI7SRO5EgLGPBqLJswrC67zyznqAFL5tUM0gDTtRtFAzj0E8MM5QlLnuLmkXw8TlEGhvTYsBtuBPQQu31-txERs1fBzluso4XUlgcuksE6EoiQnJ9DPIBvqawaX550C62gbsVw/s400/funny+school+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-48132032008470771502009-08-26T13:05:00.007-04:002009-08-26T14:10:10.979-04:00What makes John and Jennifer...well, um...John and Jennifer..<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLLkE6yPfKnZv5e5FsD9tQ9tqh95zIATVZVkZNYtaJZwMjv4twNavtlmxWu-DwA-xLd4VK-QxkYs7qNedl7h3WSBDrbWn5BbPTLV1ZEo9CPwaf67D3j55G5MCwbq_bKNnPHTkQVQ0BEU/s1600-h/love.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374323069842606962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLLkE6yPfKnZv5e5FsD9tQ9tqh95zIATVZVkZNYtaJZwMjv4twNavtlmxWu-DwA-xLd4VK-QxkYs7qNedl7h3WSBDrbWn5BbPTLV1ZEo9CPwaf67D3j55G5MCwbq_bKNnPHTkQVQ0BEU/s400/love.bmp" border="0" /></a> I knew from the minute I met him that he was the one... I loved everything about him. He was adventurous and fearless. A natural leader that commanded attention just by walking in the room. So, we fall in love and he tells me how he loves the fact that I see the world through rose colored glasses and my determination and how I can make him laugh when he's had a hard day...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'd love to say from there it's been happily ever after but I won't lie to you. <s> I can't, you already know we're in marriage counselling</s>. It seems that whenever we came to a fork in the road - our youthful wisdom always led us down the bumpy road. So after many years of mountains to climb, valleys to walk through, burying John's daddy and grandparents, opportunities lost and some just not taken and three kids later - here we are...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVwWdCD9z6zPo00MBat3UFhGdMh9UtU87wmLkVjVe7doKZ9WaL0jTYS2rkWdP3CmIeaB67XK0i26aPmrVZsbXyn0OJxttFNBUlPG19_aHk0tvbx5csUZ67GaGM-aCk5ASqp35BwUGcss/s1600-h/funny+stubborn.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374322892602202658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyVwWdCD9z6zPo00MBat3UFhGdMh9UtU87wmLkVjVe7doKZ9WaL0jTYS2rkWdP3CmIeaB67XK0i26aPmrVZsbXyn0OJxttFNBUlPG19_aHk0tvbx5csUZ67GaGM-aCk5ASqp35BwUGcss/s400/funny+stubborn.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />The persistence and willfulness that I loved about him looks more like um ... <em>pigheaded</em> and my determination that he was infatuated with just a few years earlier is now seen as stubborn. His adventurous fearless side now seems more like reckless... and me seeing the world through rose colored glasses??....now interpreted as denial.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>Do we love each other?</em> Yes. More than anything.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>Did we go in to a marriage with unrealistic expectations?</em> Probably.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Katherine Hepburn said it best...Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2oLC0BChJbihP3ZfHP73qHNBN7Myz8dQ4rgE5Ms68FLxoT4GINvPG8s2te5BpSQkbd7rC7IJPxmNUMN2T-VkSWFKDHjFy4LY_evcSjjRfoCBofjyFBQq98Uf907Za9lj6_7sBdoMvylg/s1600-h/john+and+jen.jpg"></a><br /><div><div> </div></div><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-66662978991590284962009-08-25T15:42:00.004-04:002009-08-25T15:45:13.192-04:00I'm just sayin'....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndJQNzBm5hrkm74Pushl1tt4-w1ESxgAJcUM54MRakWDnnNDsaFfEz3uVYgChmJktRnbnGwDgl0iFE0bbKsjLbFZSmzUJu49ju92xfkj8ej1QfAZWVaUBKTeC__g6wHtb0AJ-KpSwcVs/s1600-h/funny+spoiled.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373989248954671618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndJQNzBm5hrkm74Pushl1tt4-w1ESxgAJcUM54MRakWDnnNDsaFfEz3uVYgChmJktRnbnGwDgl0iFE0bbKsjLbFZSmzUJu49ju92xfkj8ej1QfAZWVaUBKTeC__g6wHtb0AJ-KpSwcVs/s400/funny+spoiled.png" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"><em> <strong>Maybe</strong></em></span><strong><span style="color:#666666;"> I'm guilty of doing too much for my kids...</span><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /></strong></span></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-16689143789590574722009-08-24T13:05:00.004-04:002009-08-24T14:00:29.768-04:00Not my child<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglr6JBHLeRpOZwxCsfBoceVCWTTQ_KfeGK99Pr8BDpyHeJzJFK1aO8to6EPeWQv-63R-M1ovApPSZEAQ2DHmRBDDX3QGTOyqrkQngJ-wDQ4W9qUCWgKnqw2q6fhQJZ3VJSL3s8aG1LPAY/s1600-h/Not+child.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373578166107829154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglr6JBHLeRpOZwxCsfBoceVCWTTQ_KfeGK99Pr8BDpyHeJzJFK1aO8to6EPeWQv-63R-M1ovApPSZEAQ2DHmRBDDX3QGTOyqrkQngJ-wDQ4W9qUCWgKnqw2q6fhQJZ3VJSL3s8aG1LPAY/s400/Not+child.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">McMama</a> is hosting her "Not my child Monday", so be sure to go by and check out what every one else's kids are not doing either...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It was <em>not</em> my darling daughter Allison that surprised me with her kindness towards her sister this week. She went by Abby's classroom to check on her several times this past week and make sure she was okay.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>...I'm going to pause for a minute and hold that thought in my brain for as long as possible</em> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">because it was just this morning that she was telling her (Abby) that we were going to sell her to the circus...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOnR7nkvaDDD8YqmQXkb1bdDggVCwUsGXoLDjyhyIh90ISCNwAfJvbN1TjGk2Qkr_2bKycWWnwzpXocC9Rpgk9fHSUJXK0cjl772AO4RVySkVaTUWzHKA6peV_S5BlCw61SU5fLWBYCY/s1600-h/school+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373577969514925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOnR7nkvaDDD8YqmQXkb1bdDggVCwUsGXoLDjyhyIh90ISCNwAfJvbN1TjGk2Qkr_2bKycWWnwzpXocC9Rpgk9fHSUJXK0cjl772AO4RVySkVaTUWzHKA6peV_S5BlCw61SU5fLWBYCY/s320/school+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Abby was <em>not</em> extremely disappointed in me for putting the picture of her mad from the first day of school on my blog. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><strong>Mama! You can't put that picture of me on your vlog! They'll think I'm mean and nobody will leave me any comments!!</strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center">No, this is <em>not</em> her, trying to take a happier more suitable picture of herself for the vlog...<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhgJDW3gbzU6WvQhqJsGB5LWlYTzWkgfqPG-NHnGsWwaor9XOom881w9Xk3905wNKns178Ks1q8bH_uM5kzmz5Fl6r6qdNfl6ODHLNYXxEqWaYyABpRD2SrZRvJaX708e2IzyS4woa-M/s1600-h/school+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373577798543445906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkhgJDW3gbzU6WvQhqJsGB5LWlYTzWkgfqPG-NHnGsWwaor9XOom881w9Xk3905wNKns178Ks1q8bH_uM5kzmz5Fl6r6qdNfl6ODHLNYXxEqWaYyABpRD2SrZRvJaX708e2IzyS4woa-M/s320/school+015.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4627337181378700152.post-77231579121549882442009-08-22T17:04:00.006-04:002009-08-22T19:07:01.638-04:00The love for a child<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IhCf868tUkPCL1fuh9wcM8JN6MxZm2CacuknA5aGGYeAK2OyXV7-Cp97HQ1mp7pgrT_tlIZ-b5u9yERKWNoLg1-kew_gUBYlvIc74Ezsa4z37XdFJOkThU-dClciHxnAe3s8nQM9sLc/s1600-h/Abby+and+seth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372899906941713282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_IhCf868tUkPCL1fuh9wcM8JN6MxZm2CacuknA5aGGYeAK2OyXV7-Cp97HQ1mp7pgrT_tlIZ-b5u9yERKWNoLg1-kew_gUBYlvIc74Ezsa4z37XdFJOkThU-dClciHxnAe3s8nQM9sLc/s400/Abby+and+seth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I've never known the heartache of infertility. I have seen it through my IRL friend <a href="http://stantonsjourneytoadoption.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Mandy</strong></span></a>. I've also seen the joy and happiness that adoption brings. I look at sweet little Seth (pictured with Abby) and you can see the love and security that he <em>KNOWS</em> he has from his family. He <em>KNOWS</em> he has a mommy and daddy that would do anything for him and a big sister that would give him the world. Then I read <a href="http://theresmoretolifethansleep.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-difference-for-orphan.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Stephanie's</strong></span></a> post about her friend <span style="color:#ff0000;"><a href="http://hutchisonadoption.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bethany</strong></span></a>.</span><span style="color:#666666;"> (</span><span style="color:#333333;">who will soon welcome home her sweet little girl from Ethiopia) She and her husband are selling these t-shirts to fund this mission. Did you know the UN estimates there are 6 million orphans living in the country of Ethiopia??? <strong><em>6 m.i.l.l.i.o.n.</em></strong></span><br />It breaks my heart to think that 6,ooo,ooo sweet little one's out there that are just waiting to feel that love that Seth has and to <em>KNOW</em> that they have a family.<br />Maybe you're like me <s>fertile mertle</s> and you struggle to pay for your own, much less be able to afford to adopt but you can for $16 make a difference. If you don't have $16 to give, how about putting a button/link on the side for free. :)<br />Almost forgot! I entered<a href="http://theresmoretolifethansleep.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-difference-for-orphan.html"><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Stephanie's</strong></span> </a>give away for one of these cool t-shirts and WON!! <br />Thanks Stephanie!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4africa4life.org/?page_id=34"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372899510500099378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwAaSYZt8jxCRJdATKzoKTNU9-dvtOwIy9i7fMb91GDrPZ9KzSpX-VACQfuuqIQydGyj4eIigzz-WqMZmik7id2qCFPjgOMDGUDF77uWjfwt_TI67FQYe7Hat8l9mnhu0MK0kkuMuBs4/s320/Tees-options.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12154854215103853923noreply@blogger.com2