<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:10:44.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Lee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-3314535029164971646</id><published>2010-07-08T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:14:04.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have No Idea</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm doing with my life, my job is just something I do to pay the bills and I only have that because it's my parents business so its the only thing I've ever done. I've been finding myself more and more in a sad and lonesome state of mind. I can usually keep it at bay when I'm around people or keep my mind busy reading or watching movies but when I'm alone (which I usually am) and allow myself to think about my life its like a swirling vortex down into a deep dark hole.  A couple of days ago my Mom started talking about me taking some college classes and when I started on my usual habit of evading she informed me that she knew that I was unhappy and I needed to do something else with my life. I went on- line to look at courses that are night classes or online because hey still have to pay the bills and I found myself completely overwhelmed. How can I decide on anything when the one and only thing I do want to do is something that I haven't been able to find yet in my life. I just can't see myself spending the time and money getting a degree on something I'll never use or hate doing for the rest of my life.  I've never had a desire to have a certain career not even as a child. All my life all I've ever wanted was to have a family of my own and I know I know my time will come, it will happen soon, the guy for me has to be someone special and worthy enough so when he is I'll meet him; I've heard them all.  Not wanting a career or even a higher education is a very sad thing to admit. I don't know why I don't feel that desire to better myself in all things. When people talk about their degrees and all these plans they have for their lives I just get a feeling of worthlessness that I don't have at lease some kind of ambition.  When I look at myself all I see is a 30 year old woman who has only had one job in her entire life, took only a couple of semesters in a community college before giving up, never been in any kind of a  relationship, spends almost all of her free time either alone or with her family members who I love and probably the only reason I do go to the wards activites is because I'm on the activity commity and its my calling.  Which not only has it gotten me out of the house it has helped me make some friends which is almost unheard of for me to do.  I do have a wonderful family that I love so much but even in my big and noisy family I still feel alone sometimes its just a different kind of alone.  I know that I am a very lucky person and my life it full of blessing and I am thankful for each and every one of them but sometimes its hard to get past that dark place and see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I cried almost the whole time I was writing this but I think it was something I needed to get off my chest. I tend to let things build inside until I just explode which I've done a few time this past month so hopefully writing this down even though it was a little embarrassing to admit to some of this stuff will help me to get over this down feeling I've been having latley. At the moment I do feel better then I have in quit a while so that's always a good sign.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-3314535029164971646?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/3314535029164971646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=3314535029164971646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3314535029164971646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3314535029164971646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I Have No Idea'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-8902334047316807091</id><published>2010-04-06T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:27:21.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Well some things have changed in my life. I turned 30 at the end of Feb. which was hard for me, you know the whole not married yet thing that I'm sure many single people in the church goes through. A couple of weeks after my birthday Maria and Jake (the best cousins ever by the way) threw me the best birthday dinner, they invited about twelve people and we had a seven course meal in their back yard which they decorate beautifully. I had such a great time and am so thankful for the time and effort that they put into it. I also went through the Temple for my own endowments and a lot of family members showed up for that which I found really special. I am so thankful for my family and all the love and support I get from them. I am a truly blessed person even though sometimes I can feel sorry for myself, but that never lasts long because there is always someone there to get me out of my funk. So thank you to all my funk breakers and know that I love and appreciate you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-8902334047316807091?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/8902334047316807091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=8902334047316807091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/8902334047316807091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/8902334047316807091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2010/04/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-1844713264494884549</id><published>2009-12-30T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:15:18.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Years Progresive Dinner</title><content type='html'>This year for our progressive dinner we started at James and Treana's house, everyone showed up between 6:00 and 6:30 on Wed. evening. Wendi was so funny she just could not stand it and had to do Sadies hair before we could start. As we sat around eating salad the people at the end of the benches (mostly it was Aaron but who would be surprised by that, Ben tryed to but no one payed much attention to him) threatened to stand up so everyone else would tip over and end up on the floor. Next we headed to my house for ham and twice baked potatos which was awsome if I do say so myself ;-). Of corse me being the greatest aunt in the world I got lighted Christmas cups full of candy for all my neices and nephews, you can thank me later parents. On to Aaron and Julie's we went to have dessert which was a smorgus borg of goodness, I think I could feel the sugar coma coming on. We end at Mom and Dad's house were we each got a little flash light so we could make stars in the sky (by shinning them onto the ceiling) while my dad sat by the fire and read the birth of Chris in the Bible. Which made a perfect ending to this fun family night, I love family traditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-1844713264494884549?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/1844713264494884549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=1844713264494884549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1844713264494884549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1844713264494884549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-years-progresive-dinner.html' title='This Years Progresive Dinner'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-6091749324138751166</id><published>2009-10-22T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:57:00.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow That Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Tuesday the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I finally broke down around 3:00 AM and called my parents to ask for them to come out and have my dad give me a blessing, you see I was having the most horrid pain in my stomach that just would not go away. It had happen before about four times in the last year but this time it just seemed to not be getting better and I kept having a strong feeling that I needed to call someone for help. When my parents finally got there they decided I need to go to the ER so away we went. That was the longest drive ever, it took about 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to get there and I had to be sitting which caused the pain to be so much worse. (I don't think I had sat down for more then a few seconds that whole night.)  We finally got to the hospital were they took an ultra sound of my stomach and found that I had developed gall stones which means that my gall bladder has to come out if I don't want to go through that pain again. They put me on a special diet so that my gall bladder won't start up again which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; I cant have any fat, most meats, eggs or dairy. It is amazing to realize how much those things are in our diets when you cant have them. If anyone has any ideas on some meals I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; it, I'm finding it a little hard thinking up stuff to make.  I did hear from the hospital yesterday and my surgery is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scheduled&lt;/span&gt; for the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of this month. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; cant wait for this to be over so I can get on with my life. I have lost some weight but I'm also dealing with headaches and other stomach problems associated with such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; change to my diet. It might sound weird but the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; couldn't come to soon for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-6091749324138751166?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/6091749324138751166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=6091749324138751166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6091749324138751166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6091749324138751166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-that-hurt.html' title='Wow That Hurt'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-4603303680205407049</id><published>2009-10-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:15:47.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine I'll Do It</title><content type='html'>Jake and Maria told me that I needed to do another blog, when I told them nothing had changed in my life they pointed out some things to wright about, not very exiting but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For of those of you that don't know I go to a single adult ward so because of that it takes me 15 to 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to get to the church house. So there I am walking into the chapel about 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; before its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to start and no one is there, the sounds a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crickets&lt;/span&gt; played through my head, so I go back into the hall and all the things in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bulletin&lt;/span&gt; board for the ward is gone, no name plates by the bishops door, nothing. It was like a weired dream were the city had been evacuated and no one thought to inform you. So I take the 20 min trip back home so I can get onto the wards web sight to see what the heck, after about half an hour of resigning up I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; get to the sight and find that as of today my ward is meeting at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; time and place. I now know ware but not quite sure when, there are two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; starting times listed on the sight so I guess next Sunday I'll have to go to both and see when my ward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; does start. Now because I ended not going to church I was able to call Maria and Jake and go over to their house a couple for hours early because of this little mix up. I had made some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;zuppa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;toscacca&lt;/span&gt; soup yesterday and Maria wanted to try it so I took it over and we had a fun time just hanging out. Davis is one funny little guy, he's not even one yet and he is climbing onto chairs and then onto the kitchen table, gets into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; everything and he thinks that every one is his personal jumble gym. Thanks guys for a fun evening, Oh and Jake the grass in your back yard look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; (Maria thinks he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;abscessing&lt;/span&gt; about it, he's watered it three times today, but he's supposed to keep it wet right Jake. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-4603303680205407049?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/4603303680205407049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=4603303680205407049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4603303680205407049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4603303680205407049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/10/fine-ill-do-it.html' title='Fine I&apos;ll Do It'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-7048850222248980065</id><published>2009-09-03T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:24:48.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do People Do It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Warning: The following Blog Has A Pour Me Theme Read at Your Own Risk!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had my first institute class in a very long time. I'm taking The Teachings of Modern Prophets. The lesson was absolutely wonderful and I know I am going to enjoy the rest of the semester but it is the social aspect that is killing me. For those of you who don't know me, talking to people is not one of my strong points. I have a hard time having a conversation with some of my relatives, even the ones I see all the time, let alone with a perfect stranger but I am trying. I do go up to people and introduce myself and ask them questions but it seems no matter what I do, say or how hard I push myself past my shyness and be myself I just can't seem to connect with anyone. Its the same at church, during the talks and lessons I' m good but in between when people are talking and making plans to get together later on in the week I'm the one sitting by myself not talking to anyone. In relief society when a sister will get up and say what a wonderful ward it is and how everyone made her feel so welcome, I get a little sad because I've never had that happen to me. How do people do it, to go into a room full of perfect strangers and be able to get accepted like they've always been there. Some times it does make it hard to go to church or any other activities. I just wished I had that ability to make new friends that I actually go out and did things with, not just acquaintances that you talk to for a few minutes at church once a week and only if you run into them. I guess that's just one more thing I'll just have to keep working on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-7048850222248980065?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/7048850222248980065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=7048850222248980065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7048850222248980065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7048850222248980065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-people-do-it.html' title='How Do People Do It?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-3608013895397882354</id><published>2009-08-06T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:10:43.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week</title><content type='html'>This has been a pretty buzy week. James and Treana FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! got a home of their very own (my parents are jumping for joy). I went over there on Saturday to help paint and spent 6hrs. on the floor doing trim work, it was quit a sight, me on the floor scooting  around that house. It looks very nice, white walls with a brown trim (its a lot better then the bright baby blue that they started to paint it, they will forever be in your dept mom for that much needed advice.) They are still working on the finishing touches today but we hope to start moving them in tonight. Sunday I went over to Maria and Jake's house for dinner of Hawaiian hay stacks (pot luck) and ribs, different compo but it was realy good.  Sunday night I did get sick around 3:00am and stayed home on Monday (that is the only reason I will forgive the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lack of an invite to Jake's birthday party at Organ Stop&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure it just got lost somewhere, ya that had to be it :} LOL) Last few days I've just been trying to feel better so I can help move the little beggars :} from my parents house, pour mom is about a day behind me in the sick department so she should start feeling better day, we are quite a sorry pair can't seem to get well and stay well. Next weeks project is to clean Mom and Dad's house of the mess that two babies can make in a year and a half, please wish we luck we're going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-3608013895397882354?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/3608013895397882354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=3608013895397882354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3608013895397882354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3608013895397882354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-week.html' title='What A Week'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-7107713036442042003</id><published>2009-07-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:18:26.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>OK some of my neighbors decided that it would be a good idea to start the 4th. a little early last night. And of course because they were so loud Sammy decided that the only thing  to do was to join in and bark at them.  I finally got up and let her in so she would knock it off.  So there I was on the brink of falling asleep around 2:00AM when for no apparent reason flashes of my little farm on Farm Town on facebook starts to  flash through my head (thanks a lot Julie) I don't know why it just was, then I started to itch. I so hate that filling, so I finally got up about 3:00AM and took a bath hopeing to get relaxed enough to get a least a couple hours of sleep. I think a finnaly fell asleep around 4:00 and got up at 6:00 to get ready for work.  So if any of you have to deal with me today and I'm a little mean you can blame it on my neighbors, Sammy, Julie (for getting me hook on Farm Town) and a weird case of the itches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-7107713036442042003?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/7107713036442042003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=7107713036442042003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7107713036442042003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7107713036442042003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-946578778132230077</id><published>2009-06-18T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:08:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Heck</title><content type='html'>For those of you on face book you might have noticed that I mentioned having weird dreams lately. I usually don't remember them but the one I had last night just seemed to stick with me. I was married and my husband turned out to be a werewolf, but he didn't look like a scary monster werewolf  he looked like a plain old wolf. I never saw him as a human just as a wolf but I still knew he was my husband. I was trying to catch him because he had escaped in a store like a Wal Mart or something.  So there I was running around in this store calling here Wolfie Wolfie, as I  caught glimpses of him as he was evading some weird looking hunter that was trying to shoot him.  My alarm went off about this time so I don't  know what happened but I have never had so many dreams in a row before, and even though I don't remeber the other ones I do know that this one was be far not the weirdest one I've had. Maybe my subconsese is trying to tell me something or I'm eating to much sugar but what ever it is I hope it ends soon because I got to tell you I am not sleeping well and am exausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-946578778132230077?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/946578778132230077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=946578778132230077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/946578778132230077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/946578778132230077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-heck.html' title='What The Heck'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-2836646806038988343</id><published>2009-05-08T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:06:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Were Have You Been</title><content type='html'>I know its been over a month... its just that my life doesn't change. I get up, go to work, go home, rarely go out what a life If your falling asleep now I don't blame you I am to. I started painting my house last night that's something new.  Creig invited me to go to church with him on Sunday to the 30 to 45 age group. It was funny when he asked my to go and he found out how old I was and that he has been dating girls young then me... what a face he made. Anywho  maybe I'll meet my one true love and finally have something to talk about (only reason to get married right, to have something to put on my blog...LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-2836646806038988343?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/2836646806038988343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=2836646806038988343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/2836646806038988343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/2836646806038988343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-have-you-been.html' title='Were Have You Been'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-6824034205442564881</id><published>2009-03-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:02:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Problems</title><content type='html'>Last week while watching cable on my LCD it suddenly went blank and a message appeared saying Unusable Connection, I tried using both my DVD player and my Wii but no luck, same message. Both of my Basic Connections are not working so yesterday I get this bright idea to use the Advanced Connections which you have to use two different cords with, so off I go to Best Buy to pick them up, $60.00 later I get home to reconnect my TV. Finally I get a nice bright pitcher (even though I had to connect everything to the DVD player to watch cable and play on the Wii)  but thats OK the only problem is that there is NO SOUND.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now completely out of ideas, don't you just hate technology sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.neweggimages.com/NeweggImage/ProductImageCompressAll125/89-005-050-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 146px;" src="http://c1.neweggimages.com/NeweggImage/ProductImageCompressAll125/89-005-050-16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-6824034205442564881?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/6824034205442564881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=6824034205442564881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6824034205442564881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6824034205442564881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/03/tv-problems.html' title='TV Problems'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-5848918315922856770</id><published>2009-03-06T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:53:25.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:DXrrYRYDxSs0MM:http://blog.ameereehal.com/2008chevyHHR-SSblogAmeeReehal2008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 119px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:DXrrYRYDxSs0MM:http://blog.ameereehal.com/2008chevyHHR-SSblogAmeeReehal2008-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy:} I've finally got my car back from the auto shop, it is looking and running like new.  For those of you that don't know I was in a car crash on Feb 9 and my poor car was crunched. I have been driving a retail that smelled like cigees for over three weeks.  Poor, Poor pitiful me but now its back and I can be happy once more. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-5848918315922856770?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/5848918315922856770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=5848918315922856770' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/5848918315922856770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/5848918315922856770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya.html' title='Ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-9134414932131382324</id><published>2009-02-04T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:11:47.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot... Dot... Dot...</title><content type='html'>This is for all you Bloggers who have seen Mamma Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of the film there is a song called Honey Honey and if you have seen this movie you will know what dot... dot... dot... means. Now the woman in my family love this movie so it is played a lot at my mom's house. Well my little niece Anna loves music, so she enjoys this movie and all the songs she can dance to. Well today I was out with my mom and Anna and what do I hear in the back seat but my little 21 month old niece who by the way DOES NOT TALK saying dot... dot... dot... it was the funniest thing I have ever heard.  I would have to say that the movie is played way to much at that house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-9134414932131382324?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/9134414932131382324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=9134414932131382324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/9134414932131382324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/9134414932131382324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-for-all-you-bloggers-who-have.html' title='Dot... Dot... Dot...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-2031520313260956248</id><published>2008-12-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:00:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SUQwElEdU-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7ak4KrYAlqg/s1600-h/IMG_6046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SUQwElEdU-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7ak4KrYAlqg/s320/IMG_6046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279397518413485026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday Maria, Jake and all her family came over and we here able to get our family pitchers taken. We were not sure it would happen because Wendi's dad had died from cancer on Saturday and we didn't know if she would be up to it.  I guess she needed to get out so her and Ben made it out (grandma and grandpa were watching the kids at the time). Today we went to the funeral to support Wendi and Ben, it was a beautiful service and it was a comfort to have a reminder that we can be together forever and that is world is not the end and we will see our loved ones that have passed before us.  I am thankful for this knowledge  and for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-2031520313260956248?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/2031520313260956248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=2031520313260956248' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/2031520313260956248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/2031520313260956248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/12/gangs-all-here.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SUQwElEdU-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7ak4KrYAlqg/s72-c/IMG_6046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-1864672448986177068</id><published>2008-12-03T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:00:35.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/STcOU56p0YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SjxDXaGxwR0/s1600-h/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/STcOU56p0YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SjxDXaGxwR0/s320/fence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275701240794829186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out like any other day, I went to work answered the phones but around 3:00PM it all went honorably wrong. OK pitcher this, my mom comes over to the office to store some Christmas gifts so we start to take them into the back shop which has a separate door from the main shop, as we walk through that door it slams shut behind us and we find that it is locked and the only way out of that room is into the yard. If you ever been there you will know that the yard of the office is surrounded by tall fences with barbed wire on the top. So there we are locked in the back with out a phone and no way to get out. After a while of yelling, ( and laughing I have to admit) trying to get the attention of our neighbors and moaning every time the phone range we knew that the only way out of there if no one came was to try to climb the fence (yea the one with the barbed wire) there's this one section by the gate (which is pad locked by the way) that it might be possible to climb over if your not afraid of falling and braking every bone in your body which is the though that ran through my head as I stood (it was really a crouch) on the top bar (yes that top bar in the pitcher) and looked over the fence and tried to get the nerve up to try to climb down the fence which had plastic covers run through the links. As I was up there contemplating my early demise  someone pulled up to the business across the street, we were able to get her attention and she went through the office (which the front door was wide open taunting us) and open the shop door. After a lot of thanks yous and laughter we were no long prisoners in our own back yard. So THANK YOU kind stranger and never go any were without your keys and a cell phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-1864672448986177068?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/1864672448986177068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=1864672448986177068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1864672448986177068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1864672448986177068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/STcOU56p0YI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SjxDXaGxwR0/s72-c/fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-3440957415336076002</id><published>2008-11-18T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:57:00.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new one has bite the blogger dust</title><content type='html'>Last night Julie (my sister - in - law) finally caved under pressure and started a blog.  She came over today and I showed her a few things but if you look at her blog you can see that she has taken off on the whole blogger experience.  Julie does the most amazing scrape books so I knew that she would be good at this. I told her it was like scape booking but on the computer.  Julie welcome to the blogger family and I cant wait to see what you do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-3440957415336076002?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/3440957415336076002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=3440957415336076002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3440957415336076002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3440957415336076002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-one-has-bite-blogger-dust.html' title='A new one has bite the blogger dust'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-4528755679553864938</id><published>2008-11-12T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:13:51.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of the TV</title><content type='html'>Today when I got to work low and behold there was a television on the front porch. It looked like someone had had a little party right there in front of our building. I called all the guys to see if anyone know about it but it still stayed a mystery.  So I called the police department just in case the thing was stolen they sent an officer out to pick it up and away it went to its new home at the Apache Junction Police Department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-4528755679553864938?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/4528755679553864938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=4528755679553864938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4528755679553864938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4528755679553864938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/11/tale-of-tv.html' title='Tale of the TV'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-1052500072153066638</id><published>2008-10-06T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:06:31.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Is Hard To Do</title><content type='html'>On Saturday evening I went with my mom and sister - in - law Julie to pick up my grandma so we could all go to Deseret Book, I guess they have this huge sale and door prizes during presthood meeting. As we were coming out of my grandma's town house they have about four really steep steps and I wasn't watching were I was going and took a tumble down them.  I landed on my left side and couldn't move for a while. As the night wour on I just kept getting more stiff and sore, by Sunday I could baring move. I am feeling a little bit better today but I"m still sore and my left hip and ankle ack but all in all I'm pretty lucky that I didn't brake something. So if you ever find yourself on a porch and you think you have enough room around you take my advice turn around before you move don't step backwardes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-1052500072153066638?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/1052500072153066638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=1052500072153066638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1052500072153066638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1052500072153066638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Fall Is Hard To Do'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-1091984040339395884</id><published>2008-09-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:02:02.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know</title><content type='html'>I'm a terrible blogger, they have become few and far between. My life is just the same as always, it seems like nothing ever changes. It is nice having Maria and Jake living so close now even though we  see each other the same amount as when they lived 45 min. away.  They did come over to my house on Monday for labor day and we had hamburgers and played some games with Laura, Aubrey, Lyle and Katie which was a fun way to spend the day. My family is doing well though business is slow and we don't really have anything to do, so the guys are building an addition onto our shop to raise the market valve on it,  always thinking ahead.  We half joke with each other about getting seconds jobs, but if thing don't start picking up we just might have to. Lets say we cant wait for the winter visitors to come back and for this election to be over so people will stop hording their money and thinking they can live with that leak or that slow drain. We've survived slow time before and I'm sure we will again it's just nerve racking as its happening. We just cross our fingers and say our prayers and everything usually turns out fine, sometimes with unexpected blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-1091984040339395884?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/1091984040339395884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=1091984040339395884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1091984040339395884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1091984040339395884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know.html' title='I Know'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-4164880921639602126</id><published>2008-07-07T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:58:50.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th. of July</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long since my last blog. Nothing new has really happened to me.  This year for the 4th my family went to go see Kung Fu Panda it was so funny even my dad laughed through it and if you know my dad he hates cartoons. Later on in the evening we all met at our office building  for hot dogs, fireworks and one major  water fight. We all got soaking wet but it was a lot of fun.  We are able to see fireworks from the office so we don't have to fight any crowds.  Its a nice way to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-4164880921639602126?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/4164880921639602126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=4164880921639602126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4164880921639602126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4164880921639602126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th. of July'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-8923221572999301105</id><published>2008-05-28T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:09:04.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hal To The Concerning Hero</title><content type='html'>I did it, I gritted my teeth after a nights rest and of letting my brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-numb and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; my all time enemy, doing something new on the computer. In my last blog if you'll recall the trouble I was having downloading audio books onto my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and how I had finally figured it out, then when I tried it on a different computer it wouldn't work. Well today I opened every file, all the little extra technical things you can open to the files, but only geeks really knows what they do, look in HELP under every key word I could think of and I finally found that one little box that had to be unchecked to make it all work. Of course I had to do my little technology victory dance it was that great of a feeling. It might of taken around 10 hrs in 2 day to do it but I did it. I only have one more thing to say Y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-8923221572999301105?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/8923221572999301105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=8923221572999301105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/8923221572999301105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/8923221572999301105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/05/hal-to-concerinng-hero.html' title='Hal To The Concerning Hero'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-846068231184429801</id><published>2008-05-27T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:47:36.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod Troubles</title><content type='html'>Today I bought a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; its a 80 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GB&lt;/span&gt; classic. I got it because I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;audio books&lt;/span&gt; and I wanted to have them all in one place for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt; so I fooled around on my dads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; to see if I could get an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;audio book&lt;/span&gt; that I already had to download. Six hours later after I typed all the info for all of the disks I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; figured out how to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;audio books&lt;/span&gt; into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;audio book&lt;/span&gt; folder on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. Let me tell you its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; all the things you have to change to get it to do that. But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; figured it all out. So there I was all jazzed about getting started downloading all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;audio books&lt;/span&gt; onto my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. I put in the first disk (on a different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;) and everything is going great till the very end. I go to do the last thing and its not there so of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; I cant convert all that info to go into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;audio book&lt;/span&gt; section it will only stay in the music section and if you have music in there and try to play it every couple of songs you get a section of the book so that really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; work. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what I'm going to do. Hopefully I can figure it out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, if anyone has any ideas please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-846068231184429801?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/846068231184429801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=846068231184429801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/846068231184429801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/846068231184429801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/05/ipod.html' title='IPod Troubles'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-6059201340396763811</id><published>2008-05-01T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:44:23.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SBpI3x-f87I/AAAAAAAAACw/tI2KCnl_nnk/s1600-h/Sadie+Marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SBpI3x-f87I/AAAAAAAAACw/tI2KCnl_nnk/s200/Sadie+Marie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195545243270771634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am proud to announce the newest member of our family Sadie Marie Davis was born today at 12:32PM  weighing    7 lbs 12 oz. We are told that there is black hair under that cap she is the spitting image of her big sister Anna. Both momma and baby are doing fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-6059201340396763811?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/6059201340396763811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=6059201340396763811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6059201340396763811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6059201340396763811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SBpI3x-f87I/AAAAAAAAACw/tI2KCnl_nnk/s72-c/Sadie+Marie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-4131410181782592227</id><published>2008-04-28T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:43:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work Pays Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SBYm6B-f86I/AAAAAAAAACo/n7W3EjynGjQ/s1600-h/firstrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194381998623290274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SBYm6B-f86I/AAAAAAAAACo/n7W3EjynGjQ/s200/firstrose.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You might remember when I wrote about planting some rose bushes in my back yard. Well this morning when I got up and went outside, low and behold there was this perfect rose bud. Hopefully the other bushes will do as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-4131410181782592227?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/4131410181782592227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=4131410181782592227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4131410181782592227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4131410181782592227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-work-pays-off.html' title='Hard Work Pays Off'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/SBYm6B-f86I/AAAAAAAAACo/n7W3EjynGjQ/s72-c/firstrose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-2551946496090010141</id><published>2008-04-22T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:48:28.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YaYaYa</title><content type='html'>Tonight Jake was complaining that I haven't done a new blog in a while. Sorry folks but nothing new has happened lately. I did go out to dinner with Jake &amp;amp; Maria and some friends tonight and that was really fun. Then we went bowling but half of our group flaked out at the last minuet but that's OK it was still a blast.  I got a score of 61 lets just say I'm not a bowler. Jake got a 106, Maria got a 79 and Miles (Jake's friend) got a 145 (I think those are the right scores).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-2551946496090010141?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/2551946496090010141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=2551946496090010141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/2551946496090010141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/2551946496090010141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/04/yayaya.html' title='YaYaYa'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-6236442862907394689</id><published>2008-03-29T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:37:32.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ships Ahoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R-6-M0mVL8I/AAAAAAAAACg/VAS_bUws_8w/s1600-h/0128081212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183289348637142978" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R-6-M0mVL8I/AAAAAAAAACg/VAS_bUws_8w/s320/0128081212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of years ago my mom bought my dad a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;canoe&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas. Ever since he has been complaining that he's never been able to take it out because he's been to busy. Well a couple of months ago we had a heavy rain, and when ever that happens this large hole in the back of our office always fills with water. So one day I told him that he should take his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canoe&lt;/span&gt; out on that. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what he did, Cameron was at the office at the time so Grandpa took him out for a ride. The water was only about a foot deep and they kept getting stuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-6236442862907394689?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/6236442862907394689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=6236442862907394689' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6236442862907394689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6236442862907394689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/03/ships-ahoy.html' title='Ships Ahoy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R-6-M0mVL8I/AAAAAAAAACg/VAS_bUws_8w/s72-c/0128081212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-45296612519842096</id><published>2008-03-28T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:59:13.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Madness</title><content type='html'>This Easter my family decided it would be fun to have Easter at my house.  Then we found out that tons of our extended family would be down so our small gathering of 17 turned into about 48 people. It was fun though, we just put painters plastic down and set up tables in my empty front room.  Then we went to a near by park to hide eggs.  There were eggs everywhere because everyone brought eggs so we had around two hundred.  We were just throwing them in the grass, it was one colorful site. When the kids showed up and saw all those eggs it was like a tide of  yapping chihuahuas were descending upon us. Scary but fun, I think everyone had a good time. The good news is that my house survived, if it can handle that it can handle anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-45296612519842096?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/45296612519842096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=45296612519842096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/45296612519842096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/45296612519842096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-madness.html' title='Easter Madness'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-5980474911580126635</id><published>2008-03-17T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:40:08.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Ground</title><content type='html'>This weekend I decided to plant some rose bushes in my new back yard. I got six bushes in different colors and sizes. I think my house was built on a river bed. There are so many rocks in that ground that I couldn't even use a shovel I had to use one of those hand gardening shovels. It took over an hour for each hole, but I did get them all in so ya for me.  It made my hands and arms so sore I'm chicken peck'n it right now. I'm going to have to come up with something else to finish planting things in my yard.  Dose anyone have any ideas or know of a tool that might help please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-5980474911580126635?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/5980474911580126635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=5980474911580126635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/5980474911580126635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/5980474911580126635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/03/hard-ground.html' title='Hard Ground'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-3775949175946913582</id><published>2008-03-03T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:20:37.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Madness</title><content type='html'>Well today my dad has turned 56 yrs old. We're having a party tonight to celebrate this once in a lifetime event.  The end of February and into March  is when we have a perlethera  of birthdays.  Six of them at last count, we all gain 10 lbs because of the cake and ice cream that is consumed during this time. For these 4 weeks my whole family will be walking around in a sugar coma and if we're lucky by the time its done no one will have had to get their stomach pumped. Kids will be running up and down the walls screaming, parents will be yelling, Dad and Mom will be watching it all with joy because at the end of the night everyone goes home.  Then there's me looking on in silence half wishing I didn't have to go home alone and the other half raises my hands in halalua  that I get to go home alone without the ear popping noise makers that are my nieces and  nephews.&lt;br /&gt;I love them all but let me tell you those kiddies have some lugs on them. Only three more weeks to go till the birthday swarm passes, lets all pray that everyone makes it out in tacked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-3775949175946913582?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/3775949175946913582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=3775949175946913582' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3775949175946913582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3775949175946913582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-today-my-dad-has-turned-56-yrs-old.html' title='Birthday Madness'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-6024594473284994713</id><published>2008-02-26T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:45:31.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to meeeee, Happy Birthday to me. And to Lisa and to Kelsie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-6024594473284994713?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/6024594473284994713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=6024594473284994713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6024594473284994713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/6024594473284994713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-3418814308830299372</id><published>2008-02-23T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T09:18:55.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I had my date tonight, he was really nice but I couldn't think of anything to say after I asked all the standered questions.  He didn't ask me anything and all he talked about (for 3 hours) was his druggie ex - wife (he's only been divorced for 3 weeks) and what horrible mission companions he had.  It was kinda depressing, but hey I met someone new and theres nothing bad about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-3418814308830299372?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/3418814308830299372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=3418814308830299372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3418814308830299372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/3418814308830299372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-1386222540069740144</id><published>2008-02-19T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:53:58.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Date Queen</title><content type='html'>OK I confess, my dating life is pretty sad. I am almost 28 and I've gone on a total of 8 dates. All different guys and only two of them I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the one who said he felt like he was hanging out with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who spent the whole time texting his "bros"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who wouldn't talk or look at me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on, but don't feel sorry for me (OK only a Little) I've learned to laugh at the ones I can and forget the others. A little advice for those who find themselves in the same position. Go with a group of friends, they can make a potential boring evening into something fun. To tell you the truth I don't mind going out on blind dates they can be fun (just not with some of the dates) but I keep an open mind and if he doesn't have fun why shouldn't I? Well this Friday night date number 9 is going to take place. Maria and Jake (whom I Love) set it up and are going along for the ride. There will be a bonfire, cooking and hopefully a whole lot of laughs. Who knows this could turn into a really good friend or into something more only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-1386222540069740144?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/1386222540069740144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=1386222540069740144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1386222540069740144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1386222540069740144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/02/blind-date-queen.html' title='Blind Date Queen'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-8150567606815444092</id><published>2008-02-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:50:53.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Hinkley</title><content type='html'>I just finnished watching the funeral of President Gorden B. Hinkley. It was a moving and heart touching service. I was reminded of what a kind and wonderful man he was and his scence of humor that always made watching him speak such a treat. It warms my heart to think of him being back together with his sweet wife. If you didn't get a chance to watch it I would recomend that you fine a copy and do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-8150567606815444092?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/8150567606815444092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=8150567606815444092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/8150567606815444092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/8150567606815444092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/02/president-hinkley.html' title='President Hinkley'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-1663364782576946534</id><published>2008-01-21T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:27:24.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel blonde somdays?</title><content type='html'>OK everyone here is a challenge for you. Who can come up with the best blonde joke. I'll start, I got the idea of this one from a true story that I heard today. Now sit back, relax and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did the blonde know that she was having twins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked up a twin pack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; kit at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;l-Mart and they were both positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear its a true story, well get those creative juices flowing and let's see what you come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-1663364782576946534?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/1663364782576946534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=1663364782576946534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1663364782576946534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1663364782576946534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/01/are-you-blond.html' title='Do you feel blonde somdays?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-1749391989792715477</id><published>2008-01-19T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:23:27.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah the New Year</title><content type='html'>Sorry its been so long since my last blog. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; went great, I  had a New Years Eve party at my house then I slept all the next day cause I was still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt; my cold which I still fought for another week. I also in that time fell and sprained my ankle, which is not better so I'm going to the doctors on Monday. Hopefully the next time you see me I won't be hobblin around in a cast or something, keep your fingers crossed. Well enough complaining, good news we just found out that James and Treana are having another girl, Ya girl power. Boys - 8, Girls - 10 ( I just love that )  See ya all later, unless your going to the movie dinner show this afternoon in that case I see you in a couple of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-1749391989792715477?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/1749391989792715477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=1749391989792715477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1749391989792715477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/1749391989792715477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2008/01/ah-new-year.html' title='Ah the New Year'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-7720238506173344172</id><published>2007-12-21T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:08:18.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Humble Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kfzKqcR0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/evBQKmUjNzU/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kfzKqcR0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/evBQKmUjNzU/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150182612771030850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received a request to post some pitchers of my new home, these are just the r&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kgyqqcR4I/AAAAAAAAACY/gvsdOJKzgA8/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kgyqqcR4I/AAAAAAAAACY/gvsdOJKzgA8/s320/IMG_0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150183703692724098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooms that I'm using. There is a front room and two bedrooms that aren't showing. If you will notice the red and blue walls, just for your info Maria and Jake helped me paint one weekend. Jake was the edger man and he did a fabulous job, good work team. Now I invite you to enjoy the beautiful and magical experience of MY&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kgQqqcR2I/AAAAAAAAACI/zBnvYCjNQfI/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kgQqqcR2I/AAAAAAAAACI/zBnvYCjNQfI/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150183119577171810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Drum roll please!!!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kgAqqcR1I/AAAAAAAAACA/m8AO1sTMWDU/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kgAqqcR1I/AAAAAAAAACA/m8AO1sTMWDU/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150182844699264850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-7720238506173344172?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/7720238506173344172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=7720238506173344172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7720238506173344172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7720238506173344172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-humble-home.html' title='My Humble Home'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R3kfzKqcR0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/evBQKmUjNzU/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-7891369694394415511</id><published>2007-12-14T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:55:03.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogger Land</title><content type='html'>Well friends and neighbors I finally got my Christmas lights up at my new house. I've been living there for about a week now and trying to get used to the traffic going to and from work but it's not so bad.  All my family is doing well and we're spending Christmas down here in the valley instead of going up to the white mountains. We do something called the progressive dinner were we go to each other houses in one day to have a meal. This year we're starting at my house with the appetizers, then to my parents house for  dinner,  then to Aaron and Julie's house for desert, finally we're going to go see the Christmas lights at the temple then to James and Treana's house for hot chocolate and cookies.  (Ben and Wendi now live to far away) at each house we open presents and get to see how everyone else decorated for Christmas, it makes for a fun day and the holiday seems to last longer. Well I wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Have fun and keeps safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-7891369694394415511?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/7891369694394415511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=7891369694394415511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7891369694394415511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/7891369694394415511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-blogger-land.html' title='Hello Blogger Land'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3618106288557290658.post-4784427548108777518</id><published>2007-12-09T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:25:02.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new world.</title><content type='html'>Jake and Maria came by this morning and showed me their blog and they helped me begin my very own (as a matter of fact Jake is the one writing this right now, I have not even read this yet).  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;!  If you have any advice for me as I begin please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3618106288557290658-4784427548108777518?l=jenniferld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/feeds/4784427548108777518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3618106288557290658&amp;postID=4784427548108777518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4784427548108777518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3618106288557290658/posts/default/4784427548108777518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferld.blogspot.com/2007/12/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new world.'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13054530793004468120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vnZpyxYAA7c/R2LO9u-C7NI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CX2mv_W8X_w/S220/Jen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
