<?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-8680196819886767439</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:28:29.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a wife and mom</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to my rants and raves about being a stay at home wife &amp;amp; mom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-8701158908199976949</id><published>2009-06-14T15:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:14:35.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch up....</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I have last posted. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; things that have been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I can't believe how time is flying by! Payton is already 2 months old!!!! TWO MONTHS!! Before long I am going to be planning her first birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SjVJ9kGZimI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SY5Uq7MHBMI/s1600-h/1st+swim+06.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347261454583695970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SjVJ9kGZimI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SY5Uq7MHBMI/s320/1st+swim+06.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SjVJ98zCdLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mVNpRmriFGM/s1600-h/1st+swim+6.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347261461213377714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SjVJ98zCdLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/mVNpRmriFGM/s320/1st+swim+6.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were taken a few days ago. It was her first time in the pool. She wasn't too sure what to think of it and was fine as long as she was snugged tight to me :) My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; was off swimming about in the background. I can't keep him out of the pool!! Which reminds me to stress the importance of swimming safety!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we had a VERY close call with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and the pool...He was excited (as usual) and got out to the pool while I was getting my swim suit on. THANK GOD I heard the splash of him jumping in otherwise I would have been too late. He was under for about a min, but when I pulled him up and was already turning blue. I held him tight and patted his back while he was coughing up water. I hate to even recall the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt;, but at the same time it reminds me that I need to tighten up my game when it comes with swimming and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8680196819886767439-8701158908199976949?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/8701158908199976949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=8701158908199976949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8701158908199976949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8701158908199976949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing catch up....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SjVJ9kGZimI/AAAAAAAAAQc/SY5Uq7MHBMI/s72-c/1st+swim+06.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-548163112659033661</id><published>2009-05-27T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:20:21.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My reasons for living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mN0XUSmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cXFppHxY-9s/s1600-h/5.27.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340677858200406626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mN0XUSmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cXFppHxY-9s/s320/5.27.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mOEAz5pI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DE7L4aoynHQ/s1600-h/5.27.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340677862400976530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mOEAz5pI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DE7L4aoynHQ/s320/5.27.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mOffc-4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/W3CrD39wc6Q/s1600-h/5.21.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340677869777255298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mOffc-4I/AAAAAAAAAQU/W3CrD39wc6Q/s320/5.21.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mOApyhNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/C0LS29SbC0o/s1600-h/5.23.09+Sitting+in+bumbo+1st+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340677861499110610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mOApyhNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/C0LS29SbC0o/s320/5.23.09+Sitting+in+bumbo+1st+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8680196819886767439-548163112659033661?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/548163112659033661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=548163112659033661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/548163112659033661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/548163112659033661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-reasons-for-living.html' title='My reasons for living'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh3mN0XUSmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/cXFppHxY-9s/s72-c/5.27.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6281484722427704595</id><published>2009-05-27T14:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:25:51.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More reasons to be a twilight addict :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh2FVuu99NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/to7F_kuN1tM/s1600-h/shirtless+edward.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340571341500052690" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh2FVuu99NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/to7F_kuN1tM/s320/shirtless+edward.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say more???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theres some more pictures here: &lt;a href="http://www.laineygossip.com/Kristen_Stewart_with_shirtless_Robert_Pattinson_shooting_New_Moon_in_Italy.aspx?CatID=0&amp;amp;CelID=0"&gt;http://www.laineygossip.com/Kristen_Stewart_with_shirtless_Robert_Pattinson_shooting_New_Moon_in_Italy.aspx?CatID=0&amp;amp;CelID=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6281484722427704595?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6281484722427704595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6281484722427704595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6281484722427704595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6281484722427704595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-reasons-to-be-twilight-addict.html' title='More reasons to be a twilight addict :)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sh2FVuu99NI/AAAAAAAAAP0/to7F_kuN1tM/s72-c/shirtless+edward.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-3443774963521005922</id><published>2009-05-13T20:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:53:45.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the time</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been so long since I have last posted. I figured it's time to catch up on all that has gone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and fore most...I have completed reading the Twilight Saga!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WOOHOOIE&lt;/span&gt; for me!! I have never in my life finished reading a WHOLE series never less finished one whole book! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sgtq_ubnDXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/loe-6uD1LB4/s1600-h/Team+Edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335475826578623858" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sgtq_ubnDXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/loe-6uD1LB4/s200/Team+Edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sgtq_oyuhUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NUvQWM0lUZU/s1600-h/vampinstructions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335475825064969538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sgtq_oyuhUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NUvQWM0lUZU/s200/vampinstructions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that all that is out of the way, I have a little more free time to blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS  HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY ROB PATTERSON (aka Edward)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8680196819886767439-3443774963521005922?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/3443774963521005922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=3443774963521005922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3443774963521005922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3443774963521005922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-time.html' title='Finding the time'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sgtq_ubnDXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/loe-6uD1LB4/s72-c/Team+Edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4576006162664667160</id><published>2009-05-04T21:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:44:31.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>This is a quick blog to update whats been going on. First off Payton is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; wonderful! Here's a picture from today of me and my kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-Xy2JuGZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lAVPUqFH_QI/s1600-h/4.26.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147383615494546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-Xy2JuGZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lAVPUqFH_QI/s200/4.26.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-XynhQxBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3CvGRxwKr7A/s1600-h/5.4.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147379687703570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-XynhQxBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/3CvGRxwKr7A/s200/5.4.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She will be a month old this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. I can't believe how the time has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flown&lt;/span&gt; by! She can pretty much hold her head up with little to almost no support at all. She is Eric little mini-me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would post a little more, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on a time limit (I have been trying to get to bed earlier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm up half the night) but it doesn't always work out that way. My nose has been stuck in the Twilight Saga! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; (I love boys who sparkle) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZFYUUohI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lE-hsSAH5_8/s1600-h/twilight+background.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332148801536041490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZFYUUohI/AAAAAAAAAPc/lE-hsSAH5_8/s200/twilight+background.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZFKfvPVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KdZnfOwYDOU/s1600-h/Team+Edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332148797825826130" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZFKfvPVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KdZnfOwYDOU/s200/Team+Edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZFTl1CtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qgGz9Tatq2E/s1600-h/confession+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332148800267291346" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZFTl1CtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qgGz9Tatq2E/s200/confession+%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZE34rPbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gH8IOkKfCbQ/s1600-h/TWILIGHT-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332148792830148018" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-ZE34rPbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gH8IOkKfCbQ/s200/TWILIGHT-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, I must go bury myself in the book!  I'm almost done with Eclipse and I have Break Dawn left.  THE SUSPENSE is killing me! I must know what happens!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8680196819886767439-4576006162664667160?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4576006162664667160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4576006162664667160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4576006162664667160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4576006162664667160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sf-Xy2JuGZI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lAVPUqFH_QI/s72-c/4.26.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4349249910630742321</id><published>2009-04-14T23:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:39:12.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a mom</title><content type='html'>Is one of the most rewarding things out there! Payton, is a great baby, except the fact the past couple days, she has been waking up more often in the middle of the night, but my body has adjusted, like usual. Jayden is such a big helper. He loves his "sissy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelJ6o8TZBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vlRkbtFI8tY/s1600-h/4.14.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869306113909778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelJ6o8TZBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vlRkbtFI8tY/s200/4.14.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few Easter pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKY_1TLOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RT9i_FXVrjU/s1600-h/Brown_Family_Easter_4-12-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869827654626530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKY_1TLOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RT9i_FXVrjU/s200/Brown_Family_Easter_4-12-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKYz8uVYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/57nyCIjc0UA/s1600-h/4-12-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869824464541058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKYz8uVYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/57nyCIjc0UA/s200/4-12-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKZBVxMPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aBEU7jWBw24/s1600-h/Guitar_Hero_Jayden_4-12-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869828059246834" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKZBVxMPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aBEU7jWBw24/s200/Guitar_Hero_Jayden_4-12-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKZB1q8tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/n8FGrLJXiGQ/s1600-h/Mom_and_Baby_4-12-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869828193055442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKZB1q8tI/AAAAAAAAAOU/n8FGrLJXiGQ/s200/Mom_and_Baby_4-12-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKZec4HdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/gYbidQJ2I8U/s1600-h/Jayden_findiing_his_egg!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325869835873689042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelKZec4HdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/gYbidQJ2I8U/s200/Jayden_findiing_his_egg!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelLBnKO5VI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xvvsVtQj5WQ/s1600-h/let%27s_see_now...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325870525406176594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelLBnKO5VI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xvvsVtQj5WQ/s200/let%27s_see_now...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelLBpJFWVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/O2ac_-sAULY/s1600-h/GOT_ONE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325870525938227538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelLBpJFWVI/AAAAAAAAAOk/O2ac_-sAULY/s200/GOT_ONE!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8680196819886767439-4349249910630742321?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4349249910630742321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4349249910630742321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4349249910630742321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4349249910630742321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-mom.html' title='Being a mom'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SelJ6o8TZBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vlRkbtFI8tY/s72-c/4.14.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6600543146097888405</id><published>2009-04-08T22:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:07:32.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASED TO WELCOME...</title><content type='html'>Payton Elizabeth!!! Our little girl made her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; into this world on April 8, 2009 at 12:19 am!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was admitted into L&amp;amp;D at 7:45pm on the7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to st&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;art the induction process. Meaning, they would give me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cervadil&lt;/span&gt; to soften things up, then at 6 am on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I would get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt; to start contractions. The good Lord had different plans! At 9:15 pm I was given the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cervadil&lt;/span&gt;. My nurse warned me it would make me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crampy&lt;/span&gt; and she would be willing to give me a sleeping pill to help me get some rest for the evening. I declined the sleeping pill at the moment and decided to watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. By 10 pm, I was having contractions and asked the nurse if I could get something to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ease&lt;/span&gt; them. She gave me the sleeping pill and hooked my IV fluids up. Over the course of 15 minuets, I told her my contractions were getting stronger and I needed pain medication. She checked me and I was 4cm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;, she made an unsuccessful attempt to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cervadil&lt;/span&gt; out to slow down the contractions. 20 minuets later, another nurse came in to take it out and noticed, I jumped up to 8cm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;. All I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; was the room went from calm to hectic, Eric asked if he should call my mom and they told him to wait, at that moment, my water had broke and they gave him the go ahead to get her down here and to call my doctor in asap! They ordered my epidural (which I was BEGGING for by now) After attempting to get it in between contractions, I was told to lay down to be check. I was 10cm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;, but the nurse told me I need to hold out a few more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;minuets&lt;/span&gt; as they were still waiting on my doctor to arrive. A few seconds later my mom walked in. (Can you believe she made it there BEFORE my doctor!?!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) Soon after that, the doc arrived. FINALLY!!! I gave 6 good pushes and Payton Elizabeth came out crying like a champ at 12:19 am!! Weighing in at 8 pounds, 13.5 ounces and 21" long! She passed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; up in weight when he was born (he was 8 pounds, 10 ounces and 21" long) Needless to say, I pretty much had her without any medication...My epidural didn't take effect until AFTER she was here. Thinking of the experience now, I can HONESTLY say any woman who can give birth drug free....more props to you!!! I don't recommend it!!! IT HURTS!!!! :P But my sweet little girl was worth it. She looks just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; but with dark hair and resembles her daddy in so many ways!!! My family is now complete with my son and daughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sd1qUyNzKEI/AAAAAAAAANs/1drqPebdfR8/s1600-h/Jayden+%26+Payton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527239931373634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sd1qUyNzKEI/AAAAAAAAANs/1drqPebdfR8/s200/Jayden+%26+Payton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sd1qU9uHs_I/AAAAAAAAANk/-X979a-udnI/s1600-h/15+hours+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527243019727858" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sd1qU9uHs_I/AAAAAAAAANk/-X979a-udnI/s200/15+hours+old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8680196819886767439-6600543146097888405?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6600543146097888405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6600543146097888405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6600543146097888405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6600543146097888405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/04/pleased-to-welcome.html' title='PLEASED TO WELCOME...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sd1qUyNzKEI/AAAAAAAAANs/1drqPebdfR8/s72-c/Jayden+%26+Payton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-663691283454536337</id><published>2009-04-06T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:29:03.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It came and went</title><content type='html'>April 3rd flew by and didn't even look back.  No signs of labor, nothing.  Today I had my final doctors appointment and got papers for my induction which will take place on Wednesday.  I actually go into the hospital at 7:45 pm Tuesday night, they will start the process before they actually induce me.  Then Wednesday morning sometime, I will be given &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt; to bring the labor on.  I guess this doesn't surprise me fully, as I was induced with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; a week after my due date.&lt;br /&gt;Eric, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and I had our last final "outing" as a family 3 three at Dairy Queen.  It's so surreal that in 48 hours our little princess will be joining us!  I was so busy yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt;, mopping, laundry, cleaning out my truck, putting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt; touches in her room, that I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; all day today!  I plan on doing the same thing tomorrow :)  just so I know I have everything done!! &lt;br /&gt;Eric and I decided on a name change.  Yes, a name change!!! 3 days before our little girl is here and Eric is now dead set on a different name, he swears this is it!  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-663691283454536337?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/663691283454536337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=663691283454536337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/663691283454536337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/663691283454536337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-came-and-went.html' title='It came and went'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4347396608414252331</id><published>2009-03-30T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:53:03.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days left and still nothing :(</title><content type='html'>How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; is that?!?!  I had my 39 week appointment this morning.  I have lost yet another pound..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt; told me to eat (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!!).  My blood pressure is still a little elevated, but he doesn't seem over concerned with it.  So basically, I go to see him next Monday if baby still hasn't arrived and he will determine when to induce me.  I was really hoping to go into labor on my own this time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HMP&lt;/span&gt;!  Although he did give me the option to wait up to 2 weeks past my due date if I wanted to....NEGATIVE!! As much as it would probably be better, I want to get back to being me again!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which....I now have another family living with me!  If you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; reading an earlier blog about Eric's brother and family coming to stay with us....well, they showed up on my door step yesterday afternoon.   I couldn't be any more ticked off at how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; this is to me giving that I am having a newborn in a week!!!  Eric doesn't care, at least he says he has no choice...we were they're last resort.  Out of all their family and friends in SC...we are their last resort!!!! UGH! WHATEVER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4347396608414252331?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4347396608414252331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4347396608414252331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4347396608414252331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4347396608414252331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-days-left-and-still-nothing.html' title='4 days left and still nothing :('/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-2545649514353557331</id><published>2009-03-27T14:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:03:59.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Offically ONE WEEK LEFT!</title><content type='html'>This past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; I had my 38 week appointment. My doctor ordered another ultrasound and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lab work&lt;/span&gt; to rule out possibilities of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eclampsia&lt;/span&gt;. He doesn't think I have it, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not overly concerned. Just tired of being dizzy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; and weak...all the great things that come with pregnancy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sc0hxZ_tt0I/AAAAAAAAANc/Rdvpg2E6T1A/s1600-h/38w5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943867669854018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sc0hxZ_tt0I/AAAAAAAAANc/Rdvpg2E6T1A/s200/38w5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Wednesday I went and had the ultrasound done. I got one good picture (38 weeks and 5 days along) of her showing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poutie&lt;/span&gt; face (she didn't look happy being jiggled around in there) Her head was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wwaaaaayyy&lt;/span&gt; low so it made it hard to get good views of her. After all was said and done, the tech confirmed to me that she is already showing to be around 8 pounds!!  I guess this shouldn't surprise me too much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; was born 8 pounds 10 ounces.  I was just hoping to not have to push out another almost 9 pound baby again!  I guess I just bake big babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sc0hMI6yISI/AAAAAAAAANU/5kXqH5KMpMM/s1600-h/38w5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sc0hMI6yISI/AAAAAAAAANU/5kXqH5KMpMM/s1600-h/38w5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8680196819886767439-2545649514353557331?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/2545649514353557331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=2545649514353557331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/2545649514353557331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/2545649514353557331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/offically-one-week-left.html' title='Offically ONE WEEK LEFT!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sc0hxZ_tt0I/AAAAAAAAANc/Rdvpg2E6T1A/s72-c/38w5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-304959050530780351</id><published>2009-03-19T12:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:06:23.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still counting the days.</title><content type='html'>Well I have 15 days left till my due date for this baby. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to think I will have to be induced yet again, to get this child out! I am miserable and ready. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; has been going on in my household between trying to "evicted" this baby out with walking, jumping jacks..etc..(which by the way is "think" is all a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoaks&lt;/span&gt;!) and trying to take care of a DEMANDING 2 year old, then of course you also have the husband who has started to become a pain in my rear for no odd reason at all! So, other than that...I'm glad to have my household back however, Eric has been talking about letting his brother and family come stay with us until they can get on their feet....I am REFUSING to let this happen!! We are now living in a small 1300?? sq ft home. Its plenty big for OUR family, but no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, Eric seems to think it is his job to help and rescue people we know in need. UGH.. I am starting to see this as a down fall of his. We have help a few different people/ families on different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;. We just don't have the room right now. Nor do I have the patience with having more kids (they have a 4 yr old son and 7 mo old daughter) living in the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;household&lt;/span&gt; as well as having a newborn. I am already worried about how I am going to juggle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and the baby by myself. Enough about my rants and raves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-304959050530780351?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/304959050530780351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=304959050530780351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/304959050530780351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/304959050530780351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-counting-days.html' title='Still counting the days.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-875978364608558395</id><published>2009-03-16T21:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:48:59.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the little things in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sb7_gSJPTbI/AAAAAAAAANM/215vUb5KHbo/s1600-h/bravo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313965540435250610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sb7_gSJPTbI/AAAAAAAAANM/215vUb5KHbo/s200/bravo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like getting a brand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spankin&lt;/span&gt;' new washer and dryer that makes me smile from ear to ear! Eric finally gave in to me and my whining. Saturday we went and picked out a very "high-tech" set. Its not the front loaders that I really wanted, but this is darn close to them!! He ended up getting me the Maytag 'Bravo'. Looks just like the one in the picture, but we got it in black! I am on on load #4 since getting them this afternoon. I never thought doing laundry would be so much fun! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! (The newness just hasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;worn&lt;/span&gt; off yet) I will admit that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mystfied&lt;/span&gt; at how they get so clean. It doesn't have your normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;agitator&lt;/span&gt; in it like the others do, so I'm not used to it (and its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; fun to watch since it has a glass top on it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-875978364608558395?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/875978364608558395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=875978364608558395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/875978364608558395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/875978364608558395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-little-things-in-life.html' title='Its the little things in life'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sb7_gSJPTbI/AAAAAAAAANM/215vUb5KHbo/s72-c/bravo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-2214281607326052957</id><published>2009-03-13T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:43:41.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They do exsist!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm talking about my extending family!!!  It's been over 3 years since I have met Eric and never met ANY of his family (they all live in S.C.)  Well Wednesday night, his brother, wife and 2 kids came down and are staying with us until Sunday.  His brother decided he wanted to look for a job here and move.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; has been busy busy busy playing with his cousin :) who is 4 years old! I haven't seen him so happy to be playing with another boy around his age.  It's cute.  Although I will say, my house is chaotic with everyone home and is very cramped, but I am so glad I finally got to meet my brother/ sister-in-law!!  Right now I am sitting in a somewhat peaceful house because they went to go apply for some more jobs. &lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit....I have become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ocd&lt;/span&gt; with cleaning (I am blaming this all on my pregnancy still...just like eating a whole box of girl scout cookies in one setting..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) Enough about that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; is demanding I read yet another book to him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-2214281607326052957?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/2214281607326052957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=2214281607326052957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/2214281607326052957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/2214281607326052957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-do-exsist.html' title='They do exsist!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-3970443610769104662</id><published>2009-03-10T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:53:16.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY HORMONES, Part 2</title><content type='html'>I thought the other night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a one time deal.  Well, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;.  Evidently, these hormones that are making me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; at the world, have yet to leave my side.  Let me recap some of my experiences....&lt;br /&gt;So Eric hasn't been to work since last Thurs (when he left early in the morning) Called out Friday, Monday and today, Tuesday.  I, ME, MYSELF....ONLY ME...has busted my butt to get this house unpacked and organized.  While lazy bones, played his stupid computer game and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;!  UGH! He kept telling me he would help me...UH WHEN?!?!?!? When I'm all done??  Well I guess so, I pretty much unpacked everything except a box full of clothes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; only because I can't lift it myself and Eric has yet to get it for me.  So whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Now, to top off my evening tonight, my son decided he wasn't ready to go to bed when it was time (he was over tired from not having a nap today) so after numerous attempts to keep him in his room, the final one was letting him cry himself to sleep.....Big mistake!  I listened to him crying "mommy" for about 7 minuets, then he started banging on the door.  I went in there and gave him a spanking (he knows better).  When I went to lay him down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when it happened....He had worked himself up so much he threw up about a gallon of water which appeared to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vienna&lt;/span&gt; sausages (processed meat stick as I call them..YUK!) and cookies mixed in with it.  This was ongoing puke for about 5 minuets.  I called Eric in to reprieve me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was about to lose my dinner in the process.  PLUS, he needed to do some work around the house for once. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!  He ended up cleaning the nastiness up while I put fresh pj's on him and had a talk with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; about what just happen and why.  Which I think either sunk in or he just exhausted himself that much, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I laid him back in his bed, kissed him goodnight and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen or heard a peep out of him since.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be better then the last few!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-3970443610769104662?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/3970443610769104662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=3970443610769104662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3970443610769104662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3970443610769104662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-hormones-part-2.html' title='HOLY HORMONES, Part 2'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-1543229390540239391</id><published>2009-03-07T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:37:04.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA!!! HOLY HORMONES!!</title><content type='html'>So today has been the first time I have been able to actually relax since we moved into our new home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night was the first night we stayed here and I will admit, it was nice to be back in my own king size bed with room to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; with my 'heaven sent' body pillow!!! Eric and a friend of his rushed Tuesday night to get everything out of storage so we weren't force to pay any more on our storage unit.  But back to today.....It has been just 'one of those days'  Everything has just made me grumpy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irritable&lt;/span&gt;.  My back, feet and calves have been KILLING me.  The pregnancy mixed in with unpacking boxes, occupying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; has really started to take a toll on my body.  This morning, we went to the mall to meet up with a friend and I told Eric my feet and back were hurting and I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; feel like walking around.  His response...."Walk around it will make you feel better"  So reluctantly, I walked some.  We had to cut it short (thank gawd!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayden's&lt;/span&gt; diaper was so wet it started leaking through and I forgot to bring extra diapers..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OPPS&lt;/span&gt;!  So we leave, Eric starts to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; in his seat and I guess the seat belt was positioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; and jabbed him in the back and my poor little man screamed bloody murder...Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what set me off.  I sort of went off on Eric and how he needs to be more careful.  Well he spats out a few comments to me, and I go into full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hyperventilation&lt;/span&gt; mode.   I thought I was going to pass out from not being able to catch my breath.  So what is Eric's reaction??!?!?!  He starts laughing!!!! Mother f-er, STARTS LAUGHING at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; crying pregnant lady!!! And he tells me to relax.....&lt;br /&gt;I finally calm myself down and he apologizes..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, fine, I accept.   So now, we went through the drive through to get some lunch.  By this time is 12:30, I have yet to eat ANYTHING and I am starved!  So we get our food and Eric ended up ordering an extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fries&lt;/span&gt; with chili on it, so I figure he got extra, I can start eating some...what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?  He yells at me  and tells me to stop eating his food!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!!! I put it back and ignore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, we get home and something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt; happens on top of the food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt; (I cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; now, so it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; wasn't important) and I start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hyperventilating&lt;/span&gt; again.....I still haven't eaten any of my lunch that we got, since Eric made me feel like a fat cow for eating some of his fries.  Finally, I got over it and ate my lunch in my bedroom away from him seeing me, but today, has just been rough to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-1543229390540239391?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/1543229390540239391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=1543229390540239391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1543229390540239391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1543229390540239391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoa-holy-hormones.html' title='WHOA!!! HOLY HORMONES!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4864999881776259213</id><published>2009-03-03T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:54:50.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start</title><content type='html'>Eric and I got the keys to our new house On Sunday!  Today we officially got all our stuff moved in, although we won't be staying there until Friday evening.  The majority of the stuff is sitting in the garage.  My nesting mode has hit in high gears since we have switched homes.  It's driving my crazy!!! I want to head back over there and finish setting up the nursery, but theres only so much I can do.  I am sporting the "buddha" belly.  I can no longer see my feet.  I pee literally every 20 minuets, so needless to say, I am SO ready for our baby girl to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past saturday I had my baby shower.  It was nice.  Small, but nice.  So today, I have been washing all of lil girls clothes, getting ready for her arrival.  Only 4 more weeks till my due date!! hopefully she will arrive a few weeks earlier!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4864999881776259213?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4864999881776259213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4864999881776259213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4864999881776259213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4864999881776259213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/03/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-3867151105040410219</id><published>2009-02-26T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:52:25.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Time!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sabimzlk-0I/AAAAAAAAANE/jldH0FdfMjc/s1600-h/strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307178367213435714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sabimzlk-0I/AAAAAAAAANE/jldH0FdfMjc/s200/strawberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is officially the first day (of 11) of the Plant City Strawberry Festival!!    For anyone who isn't from around here, it kind of like a fair, but everything revolves around strawberries! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news this morning and that's all they can talk about!!  Now I am trying to talk Eric into playing hookie tomorrow from work so we all can go to the festival.  I don't think he will go for it, but he has surprised me in the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So time is drawing near!!! My baby shower is happening this Saturday.  I should have about people attending.  No, not a whole lot, but its all family and friends from my past.  We don't associate with Eric's family other than his brother (who lives in S.C).  No biggie, I guess.  It at least makes holidays easier and your not tornen between who's family to spend it with :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day,  I'm one step closer to holding my baby girl.  And it makes it more real that I could really have her in the next 5 weeks.  WOW!  Time has really flown by with this pregnancy.  I don't feel like I have gotten as big as I was with Jayden, which is a good thing.  BUT!  The aches/ pains and discomfort have completely been the opposite!! I feel EVERYTHING!!  Which make me that much more exciting to be done being pregnant.  heeheehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-3867151105040410219?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/3867151105040410219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=3867151105040410219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3867151105040410219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3867151105040410219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/strawberry-time.html' title='Strawberry Time!!!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/Sabimzlk-0I/AAAAAAAAANE/jldH0FdfMjc/s72-c/strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-809769792426233123</id><published>2009-02-20T23:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:09:56.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>42 days</title><content type='html'>That's the time I have left till my due date!!   It kind of seems like a long time left, but when I say: a month  and a week left???  Or 34 weeks along??  Now that seems like its right around the corner!!! And actually, it is!!! I have been having alot more pressure along with the braxton hicks.   No "true" contractions yet, but that fine with me.  As much as I would LOVE to be holding her right now, she needs to wait a few more weeks.  As Eric and I have alot going on in the following weekends.  &lt;br /&gt;February 28th is my baby shower.  Then the following weekend we (or shall I say, Eric..) will be moving into our new house!!! After that, lil miss is allowed to make her entrance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-809769792426233123?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/809769792426233123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=809769792426233123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/809769792426233123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/809769792426233123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/42-days.html' title='42 days'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-3026857876735403096</id><published>2009-02-17T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:08:08.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Built kid tough!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZuHEA7kAbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wmbTOX6g6fY/s1600-h/2.17.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303981489197941170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZuHEA7kAbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wmbTOX6g6fY/s200/2.17.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; the day after his surgery.  :)  You would NEVER know anything every happen to  him.  The only difference I see is his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, it has increased times 4!!!  My kid doesn't stop stuffing his face from the time he gets up, till the time he goes to bed at night!  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, he my growing baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric got sent home from work today because a machine broke in the back where is stationed and that cause no work to evolve.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SSSSOOO&lt;/span&gt;...I made him grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and I with his presence while we went shopping at different consignment stores and to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jayden's&lt;/span&gt; hair cut.  And let me tell you, he was 'excited' (I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;)  But on the good side, he was able to help me pick out our little girl's going outfit, for when we get to leave the hospital, which I know he enjoyed!  I have also now realized that, Eric will be MUCH more picky in the clothes we put our daughter in.  He wants nothing but dresses.  Me??  Well I love the dresses, don't get me wrong, but I also think there is some other cute non-dress type outfits. &lt;br /&gt;Its funny to watch Eric pick out all these little girl clothes.   So manly I might add!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-3026857876735403096?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/3026857876735403096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=3026857876735403096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3026857876735403096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3026857876735403096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/built-kid-tough.html' title='&quot;Built kid tough!&quot;'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZuHEA7kAbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wmbTOX6g6fY/s72-c/2.17.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-7349235123037301995</id><published>2009-02-16T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:00:00.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden's surgery today</title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden's&lt;/span&gt; surgery and he (and I) made it!   I am proud to say I managed my cool while letting my baby leave in the arms of a nurse before hand.  Although I did shed a tear or two prior to that when they told me I was not allowed to be in the room while they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anesthetized&lt;/span&gt; him (which was probably best for not only the nurses and doctors, but me as well...who wants a memory of their child being knocked out cold for surgery when they are used to seeing a bouncing baby boy!!???)  The one thing that made it easy for them (and me) taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;, was they gave him a liquid sedative before hand, so after it took affect, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; had a blank smile on his face as I kissed him and waved good-bye on his way out.  I must admit, it was cute to see him all on happy drugs...he looked so happy!! So that was the easier part.  As for his actual surgery, that took all of 20 minuets to put tubes in both ears and remove his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adnoise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His doctor came out told me everything went great and I should be able to go see him in about 15 minuets.    Here comes the part where I lose it.....I walk into the recovery room and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; is still waking up from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anaesthesia&lt;/span&gt;.  He is screaming, crying and pushing everything away from him.  I remained calm for all of about 2 minuets and started crying my eyes out.  I knew this was all part of him waking up afterwards, but it killed me to actually see this in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;.  Finally after about 15 minuets, he was calm and came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, and he seemed to act like nothing happen!  Imagine that!  He ate and drank like a horse.  Played outside.  My little man is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; boy.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ssssooo&lt;/span&gt; glad this is over and done with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-7349235123037301995?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/7349235123037301995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=7349235123037301995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7349235123037301995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7349235123037301995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/jaydens-surgery-today.html' title='Jayden&apos;s surgery today'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-8746929914804012112</id><published>2009-02-14T20:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:15:28.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our SECOND MIRACLE- 4d ultrasound</title><content type='html'>Today is valentines day and what a great day it has been!! We had our 4d ultrasound and our little girl cooperated for the most part. And it was confirmed for sure again that ITS A GIRL!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302825111092196178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZdrV8yr81I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wcudI_vv3SQ/s200/BROWN_23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302825120541915810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZdrWf_rOqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4ZKJl9SFlHM/s200/BROWN_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302825124070557874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZdrWtI-CLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DbQAVSS2tFc/s200/BROWN_6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302825121297867442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZdrWiz6IrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0gUOI5os0OE/s200/BROWN_17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302825122034245906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZdrWljeYRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GVTOG2o9yzY/s200/BROWN_17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To top off the nice day, Eric surprisingly gave me a nice chunk of change to go spend on what I wanted for myself (this is very rare that I have money!!!)  So at first I was going to put it aside and save it to buy baby girl things, but I have been wanting a new purse and couldn't resist!! :)&lt;br /&gt;We came out to our good friends house and me and my friend decided to leave the kiddos with the "men" and go shopping!!! :)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WOOHOOIE&lt;/span&gt;!  I splurged and bought a cute Vera Bradley purse and wallet.  So it has been a great day/ evening!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-8746929914804012112?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/8746929914804012112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=8746929914804012112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8746929914804012112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8746929914804012112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-second-miracle-4d-ultrasound.html' title='Our SECOND MIRACLE- 4d ultrasound'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZdrV8yr81I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wcudI_vv3SQ/s72-c/BROWN_23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-1315826472742314169</id><published>2009-02-13T23:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:16:14.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZZTYuPgtGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/J9uKpTcdsQU/s1600-h/vday+blocks.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302517295470392418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 28px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZZTYuPgtGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/J9uKpTcdsQU/s200/vday+blocks.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 mins it will officially be v-day! Eric gave me my surprise earlier tonight when he got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512680337723442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZZPMFiI0DI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pVr5BNFZ898/s200/vday+09+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302512679696375794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZZPMDJOn_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/6HRerOCbNag/s200/vday+flowers+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eric said he even arranged all the flowers on his own! He did a great job. Who the hell knew he had such talent in him!?!? The balloon was so cute too, but it didn't last long. My mom ended up popping it in the ceiling fan not even 2 hours after I got them!!! She was trying to split up all the flowers into 2 vases since, they were crammed in there. O well, at least I was able to capture the picture right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, tomorrow we go get a 4d ultrasound done of our little girl!! I'm so excited to be able to "see" her again. I think this is why I am still up at midnight. I have too much useless energy, even though Jayden pushed EVERY button of mine today! He was such a brat, doing everything that he knew that he was not allowed to do!! UGH! Kids!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of Jayden, his surgery is still on for Monday. the closer it gets the more of a whack job I become. I was a complete mess earlier. The o.r. nurse called to get some info on him and our family, and it took all I had not to burst out in tears!! I am still blaming this on pregnancy hormones. &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/8680196819886767439-1315826472742314169?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/1315826472742314169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=1315826472742314169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1315826472742314169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1315826472742314169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SZZTYuPgtGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/J9uKpTcdsQU/s72-c/vday+blocks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4586087965879227004</id><published>2009-02-09T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:27:57.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Recipe</title><content type='html'>Great Recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a 10-30 minute walk/run every day. And while you walk, smile. It is the ultimate anti-depressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Talk to God about what is going on in your life. Buy a lock if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement,'My purpose is to __________ today. I am thankful for______________.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, almonds &amp;amp; walnuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, energy vampires, issues of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not so important that you have to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD heals everything - but you have to ask Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However good or bad a situation is it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night before you go to bed complete the following Statements: I am thankful for __________. Today I accomplished _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are feeling down, start listing your many blessings. You'll be smiling before you know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4586087965879227004?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4586087965879227004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4586087965879227004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4586087965879227004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4586087965879227004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-recipe.html' title='Great Recipe'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-7960967281344089580</id><published>2009-02-08T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:31:17.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend Eric, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and I spent it over our friends house.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; we are over there, my friends husband reminds me (through his actions, not words) at just how lucky I am that I have found a great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; husband.  Sure he has his moments and some times I feel like I want to kill him, but hey!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all part of a relationship.  I see how my friends husband treats her and it makes me so upset sometimes.  I have to bite my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; over there.  She bends over backwards for him.  Basically caters to his EVERY need, but most of the time he acts like its not good enough.   Now, don't get me wrong.  I am making him sound &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; horrid, but he does have a few good moments.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt; she see more than I do, cause she is still with him after 11 years,  but all this makes me love Eric more than ever knowing that he would never treat me the way my friend gets treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I am blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-7960967281344089580?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/7960967281344089580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=7960967281344089580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7960967281344089580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7960967281344089580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-blessed.html' title='I am blessed'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-8637760379083335471</id><published>2009-02-06T23:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:00:18.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Shoot Me Photography</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the pictures that Amber (Just Shoot Me Photography) took on 2.2.09. I am so please with the time and detail she put into making our maternity pictures a lasting memory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906522216864674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0M5t-DG6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/oyomINipX8I/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906526604926018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0M5-UPnEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/a-YXuz3kZ5g/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906539486571762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0M6uTd7PI/AAAAAAAAALA/V7NcDnNwM3s/s200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906543798325666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0M6-XeEaI/AAAAAAAAALI/zaqeUdum6as/s200/172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299913456653323250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0TNWwiS_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZVVUMwNSep0/s200/169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299913462827465730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0TNtwkPAI/AAAAAAAAALY/0lDQ0Xd1mhE/s200/256-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299914662996913138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0UTkvQq_I/AAAAAAAAALg/ysgir8KviCM/s200/satsessions+208_pp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299914669660316386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0UT9j8IuI/AAAAAAAAALw/XRg_6F-fGok/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299914662767692978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0UTj4nDLI/AAAAAAAAALo/IO1x8m4uxAA/s200/satsessions+264+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8680196819886767439-8637760379083335471?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/8637760379083335471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=8637760379083335471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8637760379083335471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8637760379083335471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-shoot-me-photography.html' title='Just Shoot Me Photography'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SY0M5t-DG6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/oyomINipX8I/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4261667144801042039</id><published>2009-02-04T23:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:33:36.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Portraits.  Check them out!</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday, Eric, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and I went and had pictures done.  I was unsure what to expect considering I didn't really do any maternity pictures when I was pregnant with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;, but I went with it and SO glad I did!  They came out so natural and great looking!  I am impressed!  Amber with Just Shoot Me Pics, did a fabulous job.  She was so patient with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; bouncing off the walls in her own home.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; was comfortable.  I can't say enough good things about her work!  As soon as I get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; with all the pictures I will be post them, but for now, go look at her blog at:  &lt;a href="http://justshootmepics.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://justshootmepics.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  and check the few she posted on there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know Eric and I will keep going back to her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4261667144801042039?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4261667144801042039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4261667144801042039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4261667144801042039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4261667144801042039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/maternity-portraits-check-them-out.html' title='Maternity Portraits.  Check them out!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5116926325871702067</id><published>2009-02-02T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:41:33.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm shocked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYfI7Ju6T-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/6xP9Y4KkfNM/s1600-h/the-bachelor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298424405175193570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYfI7Ju6T-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/6xP9Y4KkfNM/s200/the-bachelor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I know I am total dork.  My mom and Eric have already explained this to me!  Now, let me tell you...I was one who never really cared for these reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows and what not, but for heaven sakes!!!!  This season of The Bachelor has got me HOOKED!  I find myself glued to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and I have no clue why.  Any who.  For those of you who watch this show, I am in wow that Jason let Stephanie go!! I was for sure that she would make it closer to the end, if not proposed to.  Now I was surfing through this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show site and came across an "end reviler"  I just had to click on it to find out who he picks...I won't say it here, but if your just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;noise&lt;/span&gt; as I am, click here:  &lt;a href="http://tvomg.com/2009/01/bachelor-13-winner-revealed/"&gt;http://tvomg.com/2009/01/bachelor-13-winner-revealed/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-5116926325871702067?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5116926325871702067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5116926325871702067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5116926325871702067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5116926325871702067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-shocked.html' title='I&apos;m shocked!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYfI7Ju6T-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/6xP9Y4KkfNM/s72-c/the-bachelor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-7933302557445490409</id><published>2009-01-30T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:32:42.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here on my mom's computer looking through all the files of pictures she has and came across the ones from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden's&lt;/span&gt; birth. My little man, I look at him now and see him half way to adulthood compared to his precious baby pictures!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;overreacting&lt;/span&gt; now, but I am still blaming everything on my pregnant emotions. Just look at these pictures. They explain themselves! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297292073863272450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPDEy4c2AI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vAzDM6qaaXg/s200/Snoozing+1-16-07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297292073853192354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPDEy2DCKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vWNA_3TY__E/s200/Jayden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297292076198752210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPDE7lRb9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ORdlAykcsAc/s200/feb22_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297292079545967522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPDFIDT46I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gqt2KXs6as0/s200/just+sitting+here!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297292079016823058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPDFGFJyRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tQMqBwwtloA/s200/Jayden+%26+Dad+Eric.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297294374948657138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPFKvF9V_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Eys2R90xp5E/s200/Big+boy+Jayden+10+mos.old+November+2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297294372653348914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPFKmituDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/N_-8zRO2egE/s200/000_Lunch+time!+10+mo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297294378554922226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPFK8hwlPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GcZkczHBPGI/s200/Jenn+%26+Jayden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297294376140487394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPFKziHOuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/50ZWacQQzQM/s200/Parents+and+son.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297294380653594498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPFLEWHx4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/bdqdxA6Uubs/s200/Handsome+lil+devil!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297295302423062114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPGAuNFpmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LRrZgWPflX8/s200/Chocolate++cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297295300225512930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPGAmBJteI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5NwVuSucgbM/s200/Yummm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8680196819886767439-7933302557445490409?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/7933302557445490409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=7933302557445490409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7933302557445490409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7933302557445490409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SYPDEy4c2AI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vAzDM6qaaXg/s72-c/Snoozing+1-16-07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-7564685309079287749</id><published>2009-01-30T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:37:32.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden's going for surgery</title><content type='html'>This morning was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden's&lt;/span&gt; e.n.t doctor appointment.  It went how I expected it to.  The doctor is recommending he put tubes in his ears and have his adenos taken out at the same time.  Now I know this is a simple, "everyday" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;procedure&lt;/span&gt;, but me being....well pregnant and emotional, I almost started crying in the office.  The thought of having to just hand over MY BABY to someone is making me a wreck!  My poor little one.  We go back on Feb 6 to the office to sign waivers and all that mess, then on Feb 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, is when he will have the surgery.  I really hope this helps his ears and nose issues (poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; guy has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; a running nose for over a month now.) and this is his 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ear infection in a 12 month period that we are dealing with now.  So yeah, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; this was only a matter of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-7564685309079287749?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/7564685309079287749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=7564685309079287749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7564685309079287749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7564685309079287749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaydens-going-for-surgery.html' title='Jayden&apos;s going for surgery'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6666192204433138309</id><published>2009-01-27T14:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:52:03.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back over the past 30 weeks....</title><content type='html'>....I'm an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' huge!!! It has now become an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; to tie my shoes, (well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; been ongoing for a month now), But still! I visit my doctor Monday, Feb 2. and I'm sure to hear from him about my weight gain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; averaging 4-5 pounds a month. UGH! My last weight was at 224. YES! I ADMIT IT!! I'M A FAT ASS! :) Well, I guess I'm being a little extreme, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my height is in proportion with my weight, but I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; like a cow. Any ways, here's a quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt; of my growing belly bump (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; marks and all) over that past 30 weeks. Only 10 more to go (hopefully sooner!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jq35CAvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-HDAranRS0Y/s1600-h/16w4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296061275019805426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jq35CAvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-HDAranRS0Y/s200/16w4d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jqycOFBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hNSUuGu9nRk/s1600-h/21+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296061273556784146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jqycOFBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hNSUuGu9nRk/s200/21+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jrKLwe6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lqo9j0RKBsw/s1600-h/25+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296061279930186658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jrKLwe6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/lqo9j0RKBsw/s200/25+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 weeks (Present)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9klsBAkDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6VNIWhacVQk/s1600-h/26wk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296062285444321330" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9klsBAkDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6VNIWhacVQk/s200/26wk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 weeks pregnant with Jayden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jrRBvb_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6ynEcioxonQ/s1600-h/B+30+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296061281767223282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jrRBvb_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6ynEcioxonQ/s200/B+30+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 weeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping to find my pregnant pictures from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;, but I could only find that one. Maybe my mom has some other on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;computer&lt;/span&gt; so I can compare.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8680196819886767439-6666192204433138309?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6666192204433138309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6666192204433138309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6666192204433138309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6666192204433138309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-back-over-past-30-weeks.html' title='Looking back over the past 30 weeks....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SX9jq35CAvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-HDAranRS0Y/s72-c/16w4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5330091027307107279</id><published>2009-01-21T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:52:58.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden does the darndest things!</title><content type='html'>So Jayden is going through his terrible two stage and has been for a few months now.  Well this afternoon, for no apparent reason, he starts throwing his markers and paper everywhere.  Now normally I would ask him politely to please pick them up, if he ignores me or just doesn't do it, I go pick them up then, hide them.  Well, today was the last straw.  Because this outrage of marker throwing has been an almost daily thing for him,  when he did it and I asked him to pick them up and he just looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language....I told him if he didn't pick them up, they will become property of the garbage.   Once more I asked.  I got the same dead response followed by him just walking away.   So I told him to say bye to the markers and what do I hear from my 2 year old's mouth?!?!  "Bye markers"  He says this as he is throwing them in the trash!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there trying to hide my apparent laugh, but I couldn't help it, Jayden can be just so darn cute!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-5330091027307107279?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5330091027307107279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5330091027307107279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5330091027307107279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5330091027307107279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/jayden-does-darndest-things.html' title='Jayden does the darndest things!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5300377595625122299</id><published>2009-01-20T14:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:12:19.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just one of those days.</title><content type='html'>The day is dreary.  It's cold and I'm an emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roller&lt;/span&gt; coaster today.  Eric and I got into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tiff&lt;/span&gt; last night over something so stupid and it was right after dinner.  He stayed in the bedroom after he showered and I was left to bathe and shower myself and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;.  Which he was not feeling all that great.  He was very moody.  His eyes can't decide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; they are infected (pink eye) or not and his poor nostrils are all stuffed up and runny.  He had his 2 year check up at the doctor yesterday and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; ended up sending him to get blood work done, allergy testing AND an x-ray on his nose (because it has been snotty for almost 3 weeks now).  We got the results back on the x-rays and everything came back normal, so now we are waiting on the allergy/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; to get back.  Meanwhile, poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; gets eye drops in both eyes 3 times a day, plus I'm squirting saline spray up his nose to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-5300377595625122299?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5300377595625122299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5300377595625122299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5300377595625122299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5300377595625122299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s just one of those days.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4979247276513278248</id><published>2009-01-15T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:27:27.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd birthday Jayden!</title><content type='html'>My lil man will offically be 2 years old at 9:55pm tonight!!!  I can't believe how time flies.  I still remeber everything like it was yesterday.  I mean who wouldn't?!?!  We will be having his birthday celebrations this saturday at a park close to one of my friends house.  It suppose to be chilly, I think around 65...BBRRR!!  (hey, thats cold for florida!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4979247276513278248?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4979247276513278248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4979247276513278248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4979247276513278248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4979247276513278248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2nd-birthday-jayden.html' title='Happy 2nd birthday Jayden!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-8278005051672473064</id><published>2009-01-10T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:21:40.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>83 more days and counting</title><content type='html'>Its a new day and I have cooled off from yesterdays miseries. Jayden is laying down for a very early nap (its only 11am!!) and Eric is working a little overtime, so I have some me time. I was reading on my baby forum: &lt;a href="http://babyfit.com/"&gt;http://babyfit.com/&lt;/a&gt; about how time is getting closer and all us will soon have a new addition to our family. It really got me thinking. I only have 83 more day till my precious daughter will be here! WOW! I will be a mom of TWO! I am still in disbelief that this is my life. But I love it. I know there are times when I moan about stupid things, but then I step back and think, 'there are others who have it worse' I am truly blessed for what I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-8278005051672473064?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/8278005051672473064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=8278005051672473064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8278005051672473064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8278005051672473064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/83-more-days-and-counting.html' title='83 more days and counting'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-8076784506573497344</id><published>2009-01-09T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:12:44.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me...WHATEVER!</title><content type='html'>(O woe is me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday has sucked sucked sucked this year! Everything that needed to happen didn't. It started off with going down to take my 4 hour glucose test. I walked in at 7:50 am and told the lady I was here for it. She asked if I had an appointment...'uh, no. My doctor told me to just come in and do it!' This is where the arguing begins. She tells me I need to have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. because it takes 4 hours. Well no crap woman!!!! But they closed the office down at noon for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; so there wasn't enough time, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;, need to be for 7 am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; 5 hours. I know I'm bad at math, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;!!! So whatever, I leave and head to my parents house to go eat breakfast since I had to fast for this stupid test. Well I get there and notice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayden's&lt;/span&gt; right eye is very watery and kept having green gunk come out. GREAT! PINK EYE!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!! So I call his pediatrician, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; office is closed until like the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or something. DOUBLE GREAT! So I call around to try to find an after hours or a walk in clinic that takes his insurance. After many disappointing conversations, I call his insurance provider to find out where the hell I can take him. They give me a place that was really close to my house. So I wait for Eric to pick us up from my parents, and we head over to the urgent care center. We walk in and I double check with the receptionist that they take his insurance. Yes, indeed they do. So as we're waiting, she calls me up to tell me, they can't verify his insurance is still good. She tried numerous times with no luck. I tried to call customer service, but what do you know, they are closed and d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;on't&lt;/span&gt; reopen until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; morning. TRIPLE GREAT!!! Eric had ran out to the bank 10 minuets ago and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; can't be seen for his nasty runny eye!! Another 5-10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;minuets&lt;/span&gt; go by and finally Eric pulls up, by now, I am in tears and fuming that my luck with anything I tried to do today, didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go out to dinner, come home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; gets put to bed and I go take a shower. By the time I get out, it's 10pm. Eric never got me a little gift or even a card. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! I bake him a nice f-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; cake and get him some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;, and for my birthday....NOTHING! Did I mention the place we went to dinner at was paid by a gift card that my parents gave to us, so its not like it cost us anything!!! I'm so disappointed in him, but I guess I shouldn't expect that, in the 3 years we have been together, I was given a present on ONE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; only. Never on any other holidays and somehow I manage to get him something every time. AND I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; EVEN WORK!!!! HOW THE HELL DOES THAT HAPPEN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna go sulk now, the crappy part is, he doesn't understand why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pissie&lt;/span&gt; mood (even though I have told him before!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and did I mention, I have been fighting a cold the past couple days too?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-8076784506573497344?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/8076784506573497344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=8076784506573497344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8076784506573497344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8076784506573497344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-mewhatever.html' title='Happy Birthday to me...WHATEVER!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-3152308524163643920</id><published>2009-01-08T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:08:51.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January is the month of birthdays!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Eric and I spent OUR birthdays (yes I now share MY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; with my husband-his is the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and mine is the 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) at my parents house. My parents cooked a great meal for us which included steak (YUM!), fried green beans, salad and for Eric a huge thing of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zeati&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?) I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to bake Eric a surprise cake. Well kinda, he knew I was making him one he just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know the full details....I am quite proud of myself and my creativity!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SWZppx2MDcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IYaIEcu42Yg/s1600-h/wow+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289030978869398978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SWZppx2MDcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IYaIEcu42Yg/s200/wow+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SWZpqIZF6AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BexZKxt5XUQ/s1600-h/top+view+of+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289030984921376770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SWZpqIZF6AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BexZKxt5XUQ/s200/top+view+of+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SWZpqlMUcqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O_lXPtgoJHE/s1600-h/Eric+%26+his+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289030992652432034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SWZpqlMUcqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/O_lXPtgoJHE/s200/Eric+%26+his+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;warcraft&lt;/span&gt; cake!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now moving on past our birthdays, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayden's&lt;/span&gt; is coming up on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I have decided to have it a local park, this time I will not be baking his cake, I will leave it up the the grocery store.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because all the festivities are still going on around my house, which means we still have all the sweets, my 1 hour glucose test came back up high :(  So now, I will be spending tomorrow, my birthday, at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;labcorp&lt;/span&gt; taking a 4 hour test! UGH! Basically this means, I fast from 10pm tonight, wake up go drink this sugary drink, wait 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' hours at the place then have my blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;drawn&lt;/span&gt;.  Fun for me, wish me luck that boredom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; set too far in while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-3152308524163643920?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/3152308524163643920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=3152308524163643920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3152308524163643920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3152308524163643920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-is-month-of-birthdays.html' title='January is the month of birthdays!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SWZppx2MDcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IYaIEcu42Yg/s72-c/wow+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-768723799037610529</id><published>2009-01-02T15:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:25:13.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2009!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a fun new year. Mine, however was nothing short of a "thrilling". I was blamed for ruining the evening, by one of my good friends husband's Chris. All because I needed Eric to occupy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; while I made dinner and did stuff around the house. Let me back track some....There is this game World Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt; that both Eric and Chris play on. Chris is way addicted to this game and needs some professional help to slow down (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not joking) Well Chris needed Eric to run part of this game before heading over to our house for New Years Eve so because he couldn't Chris threw a 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; temper tantrum....To make a long story short, my friend Amy came over without him. Around 9:30pm, He realized what an idiot he was being and wanted us to come get him. So my mom kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; while the 3 of us went to go get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; could of out lasted all of us!! While I was ready for bed at 11pm, he was running in circles! He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alseep&lt;/span&gt; until a little after 1am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that all the fun is over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; now thinks his bedtime is midnight. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; struggling to get him to take a nap as I blog and it is no fun. He slept in till 10am today! So needless to say, he is not tired at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-768723799037610529?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/768723799037610529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=768723799037610529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/768723799037610529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/768723799037610529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='Hello 2009!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5150703561899099703</id><published>2008-12-27T15:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:16:19.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Photos</title><content type='html'>Here's a small recap of Christmas morning. Jayden was able to open a few gifts. Also a BIG thank you to some very sweet girls from my babyfit April '09!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMCSUYgmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lpwGkYYCJjA/s1600-h/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565183670813282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMCSUYgmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lpwGkYYCJjA/s200/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMCqy9THI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HVNm03jm9wM/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565190241504370" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMCqy9THI/AAAAAAAAAGY/HVNm03jm9wM/s200/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMC4GQ6jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TioTPJHQwys/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565193812142642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMC4GQ6jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TioTPJHQwys/s200/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMDTa0fGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V8dhui27qsc/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565201146117218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMDTa0fGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V8dhui27qsc/s200/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMDhlLXnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RfxYspJzjSE/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565204947656306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMDhlLXnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RfxYspJzjSE/s200/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMmRAt1KI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZCnjvZ-Sxpg/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565801795179682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMmRAt1KI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZCnjvZ-Sxpg/s200/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMmoMwnYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PG6UT8k9_qQ/s1600-h/Jayden+boxing+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565808019709314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMmoMwnYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PG6UT8k9_qQ/s200/Jayden+boxing+daddy.jpg" 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/8680196819886767439-5150703561899099703?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5150703561899099703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5150703561899099703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5150703561899099703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5150703561899099703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-photos.html' title='Christmas Photos'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaMCSUYgmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lpwGkYYCJjA/s72-c/IMG_1345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-30877011561657108</id><published>2008-12-27T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:07:47.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, I admit it....</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday, I discovered I am no dog groomer. After spending half the day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; for much needed items (one of them being hair clippers) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and I decided to give it a whirl with shaving down Cirrus (one of our crazy cats)! I will say, his hair cut came out FABULOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284561898966906466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaJDF18dmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZiQHQpNXW8I/s200/IMG_1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It only took me 45 minuets and voila! A nicely shaved cat was born! :) (however I do need to redo his tummy, I missed a few spots..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But as for my poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yorkie&lt;/span&gt;, Miss Lula Belle...she got the blunt of it. I thought my grooming "talents" were good until I saw the end results with her :( She has now transformed from a cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yorkie&lt;/span&gt;, to what some might call "just an ugly dog". At first I looked at her and said "well she doesn't look TOO bad", then after just plane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stairing&lt;/span&gt; at her thinking "yeah, I hacked her up!" She kind of resembles a b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;russels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;griffin&lt;/span&gt;, if you know what they look like... Eric yelled at me when he saw her...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; He's now ashamed to be seen in public with her and I think she has a complex about how she looks now too. My poor Lula. The only thing she has working for her, is her hair grows quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284563708364616834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaKsaX-dII/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZSJGUydI45o/s200/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/8680196819886767439-30877011561657108?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/30877011561657108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=30877011561657108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/30877011561657108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/30877011561657108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-i-admit-it.html' title='Ok, I admit it....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVaJDF18dmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZiQHQpNXW8I/s72-c/IMG_1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-9099817549902039478</id><published>2008-12-24T20:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:28:29.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My wedding day</title><content type='html'>Dec. 20, 2008 came and went like a flash! What a beautiful wedding we had! My sister married us! We had a nice 2 tier wedding cake. Our theme was wintry and with snowflakes. But of course the day was close to its 80. But we had Christmas music, so it made it a little more "winter-like" We all had a fun time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283529632094211682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLeNQE5zmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lCM5jIhjCQY/s200/PC201544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283529646820382834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLeOG75WHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_-v4RaiMnac/s200/PC201513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283529635432245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLeNcgwJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PMzxDUX6yog/s200/PC201545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283529642285732898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLeN2CwFCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tnh3nCrNzDo/s200/PC201505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283529642434613266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLeN2mP0BI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Xxc7PONa1UQ/s200/PC201511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So as for the weeding and reception we had a blast. As the night drew near, a close couple (Chris &amp;amp; Amy, who I have known for AGES!) decided to stay a little longer after everyone left. Eric and Chris kept downing the wine and champagne....bbbiigggg mistake. Around 9pm the 4 of us left to go back to our house. Here are the results: heeheehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283532291711185938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLgoD7ANBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0D9L7LwE_YA/s200/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eric and Chris are in DEEP conversation as well as very intoxicated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283532278316345122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLgnSBbJyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SFauVppVlBE/s200/IMG_1352.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283532290129855330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLgn-B_A2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/XoFt_pFpRgM/s200/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will probably kill me for blogging about these pictures, but hey! Hes the one who should of known better!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-9099817549902039478?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/9099817549902039478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=9099817549902039478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/9099817549902039478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/9099817549902039478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wedding-day.html' title='My wedding day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SVLeNQE5zmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lCM5jIhjCQY/s72-c/PC201544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-644544203353798682</id><published>2008-12-19T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:40:36.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the big day!</title><content type='html'>Well Dec. 20th is RIGHT around the corner.  Everything for the wedding is set, except a few minor details which I HOPE will pan out tomorrow morning.  Eric still needs shoes to wear (after battling with him about how you dont have a "bare foot" wedding)  Silly man!  And Jayden still doesnt have a white button-up shirt &gt;:-/   NO ONE sells them in a 2T!!  My mom and I have searched high and low with no success, so I am forced to resort to plan b, and just find a nice shirt for him.  Other than that, I got the dress, shoes and make-up!  I even managed to get my eye brows, mani &amp;amp; pedi done today! YAY! I am set!  Hopefully things will go smoothly tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-644544203353798682?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/644544203353798682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=644544203353798682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/644544203353798682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/644544203353798682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow-is-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the big day!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6140308079644475826</id><published>2008-12-18T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:50:15.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Pet's Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town, Every shelter is full - we are lost but not found, Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare, We hope every minute that someone will care, They'll come to adopt us and give us the call, "Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!!" But now we sit here and think of the days We were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways. Now we're no longer young and we're no longer new. So out the back door we were thrown like the trash, They reacted so quickly - why were they so rash? We "jump on the children"; "don't come when they call"; We "bark when they leave us"; climb over the wall. We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed, Now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made. If only they'd trained us, if only we knew, We'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too. We were left in the backyard, or worse - left to roam, Now we're tired and lonely and out of a home. They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye, "Maybe someone else will give you a try." So now here we are, all confused and alone, In a shelter with others who long for a home. The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat, With so many to care for, they can't stay to chat, They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer, We know that they wonder how long we'll be here. We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads, Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds. Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears, Our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear. If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the inn, Could you help with the bills and fill our food bin? We count on your kindness each day of the year, Can you give more than hope to everyone here? Please make a donation to pay for the heat And help get us something special to eat. The shelter that cares for us wants us to live, And more of us will, if more people will give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you are considering adding to the family this holiday season, PLEASE think about going to your local animal shelter/ rescue.  Too many animals are still waiting for that second chance at life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6140308079644475826?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6140308079644475826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6140308079644475826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6140308079644475826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6140308079644475826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/rescue-pets-christmas-poem.html' title='Rescue Pet&apos;s Christmas Poem'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4072586623464515928</id><published>2008-12-15T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:53:47.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are less than a week away from our wedding day (Dec. 20th). I can't believe it's all coming together!! WOW! I got my dress, Jaydens outfit is almost complete and Eric's, well...not so much, Im sure we will be out Friday night getting all his stuff. My sister and her "hook-ups" have been a savior and a blessing for us. :) It has taken alot of stress away from everyone involved in the planning. And hopefully she will be able to get the cake that I really want. If not, I have come to terms that it just wasn't meant to be like that. So the count down begins! Only 5 more days till I say "I do"!! OMG!!!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night my sister, neice, my mom and I went to a friends 3rd annual cookie exchange party! We all had a nice time and ate way too many cookies! I had a tummy ache for hours and Missy has a picture to prove it. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280107020654492866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SUa1XC4oPMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dlPYVWhfDv8/s320/Cookie+Party+%40+Missys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4072586623464515928?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4072586623464515928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4072586623464515928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4072586623464515928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4072586623464515928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/count-down-begins.html' title='The count down begins'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SUa1XC4oPMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dlPYVWhfDv8/s72-c/Cookie+Party+%40+Missys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-1888343898164706905</id><published>2008-12-05T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:50:18.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/STmUAtdGr8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZC9cRmT5S0s/s1600-h/nuttin+last+forever"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276411178363826114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/STmUAtdGr8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZC9cRmT5S0s/s400/nuttin+last+forever" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8680196819886767439-1888343898164706905?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/1888343898164706905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=1888343898164706905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1888343898164706905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1888343898164706905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/STmUAtdGr8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZC9cRmT5S0s/s72-c/nuttin+last+forever' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6962332191699702712</id><published>2008-12-03T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:24:30.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The stress of wedding planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I am admitting that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; shot gun wedding I thought we were going to have is turning out to be more stressful then I thought I would.  I found a BEAUTIFUL park with a gazebo, (thanks to my sister) down in Temple Terrace.  They have an opening on the 14.  Not even 2 weeks away!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!! We have nothing.  No dress.  No rings....nothing.  So I have been put into a situation that this place would be perfect to have a nice small ceremony, but the true test would be is can we afford to pull off finding the wedding attire for Eric, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt; and myself, plus the rings?  O and we can't forget the small things that make a wedding nice...The hair, nails, photography.  Then there is the "reception".  My mom suggested we all go out for brunch/lunch or dinner (depending on time)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well then that mean, I fore go all the fun stuff that happens at a reception.  Bride &amp;amp; Grooms first dance, father/ daughter dance, and the cake thing.  My mom says she will get the cake no matter how we do this wedding.  I just don't know, if I keep this very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intament&lt;/span&gt; then there will only be around 10 to 15 people.  If I expand it, then we are looking at a little more, say 30 max.  So I brought up the suggestion of having the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reception&lt;/span&gt; at my parents house...I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how that would go. I think the stressful part of this, is I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the budget, except it's not much.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eerrrggg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; started to stress just thinking about all this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.   I have a feeling to just say screw it and do this all down at the court house for $30!   But deep down inside, its not how I planned my dream wedding.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6962332191699702712?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6962332191699702712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6962332191699702712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6962332191699702712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6962332191699702712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/stress-of-wedding-planning.html' title='The stress of wedding planning'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4152066705208349461</id><published>2008-12-02T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:01:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will boys</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first time we had to take Jayden to the e.r. due him monkeyn' around when he shouldn't have been.  We were at my parents house and Jayden was kinda sitting/ standing on their barstools (which have iron backs on them) we kept telling him to turn around and sit on his butt, however in a blink of an eye the barstool fell back with Jayden going down face first onto the tile floor.  Talk about scaring the crap out of me!! I ran over to him only to find his mouth full of blood.  So me being a mother I paniced and almost started crying myself, but I managed to maintain my cool.  I did a quick look inside his mouth thinking he surely busted a tooth or two out...Nope he bascially almost chomped his bottom lip in two!! He had a huge gash on the inside, so Eric, my mom and I ran him over to the e.r.  I thought he was for sure going to get stiches.  After a 2.5 hour wait, the doctor said nothing looked broken, teeth were fine and his lip would heal within a few days.  WHEW!  Other then him having a HUGE fat lip and a scrape on his chin, he is good to go.  Talk about a fun day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4152066705208349461?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4152066705208349461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4152066705208349461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4152066705208349461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4152066705208349461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/boys-will-boys.html' title='Boys will boys'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-1496231645104338022</id><published>2008-12-01T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:01:57.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was bound to happen :-/</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, like any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; (during football season) we were at my parents house watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bucs&lt;/span&gt; game (GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BUCS&lt;/span&gt;!)  Eric being his usual potty mouth decides to yell out "sh*t" during a bad call,  So I yell at him and who do you know started repeating it?!?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayden&lt;/span&gt;.   After I threaten Eric for the last time that I will indeed wash his mouth out with soap if I continue to have to remind him not to curse in front of our child, my very smart son starts repeating the dirty word over and over and over, while saying it in a loud tone.  He's too smart for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Eric and I went and filed for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; license. We have a 3 day waiting period, then we will be having a shot-gun wedding!  :P   No, not really, but its gonna be close.  Since we are doing it before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, which is right around the corner, it will be a small and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt; wedding with family and very few close friends.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure it will be nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-1496231645104338022?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/1496231645104338022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=1496231645104338022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1496231645104338022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1496231645104338022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-bound-to-happen.html' title='It was bound to happen :-/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6428516160449403296</id><published>2008-11-29T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:52:50.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Saturday night post</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here at almost midnight and Im craving taco bell like no ones business. UUGGHH I REALLY want a chalupa and a crunchy taco with LOTS of hot sauce.....Instead I ate a peice of pumpkin pie that was left over from thanksgiving, it was ok, but I would much rather have taco bell right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to talk my mom into keeping Jayden tonight so Eric and I had a date night. We had it all planned: Nice dinner (which we went to Olive Garden), a movie (went and saw the new James Bond...it was decent) and to top off the night I was supposed to get a foot and back rub. Did it happen, no. The butthead was complaining he was tooo tired (I try explaining to him that this happens when he stays up for 20 hours every night playing his dingy computer game)!  So he's sleeping and I'm blogging.  UGH what a bad date he is! After all I have only gained almost 15 pounds carrying his daughter!! (I say this in a smart a$$ way, I mind you) Lord knows, I dont need it.  O well, there is payback for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6428516160449403296?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6428516160449403296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6428516160449403296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6428516160449403296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6428516160449403296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-saturday-night-post.html' title='Late Saturday night post'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5915866459726883418</id><published>2008-11-24T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:41:00.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat's intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSryohcSm9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zw9Sn0sZXag/s1600-h/Cirrus+and+E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272293091776306130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSryohcSm9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zw9Sn0sZXag/s320/Cirrus+and+E.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSryoaV1ZMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FyUsOs7VQag/s1600-h/E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272293089870177474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSryoaV1ZMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FyUsOs7VQag/s320/E.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how animals just know when something in life is changing.  My cats are nothing short of that.   I have noticed in the past month now, E (the fat orange garfield look-alike one) has been going crazy with his affection for me.  He will jump in my lap while Im sitting on the couch and just start kneading at my belly until he is satified with the softness of it, then lay down and just purr.  He will be there for hours if I let him, but after about 15 minuets I have to make him get down.  His 20-something pound body makes me feel like Im about to past out from lack of air :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At bed time, he now sleeps on my side of the bed RIGHT next to me, agian with no lack of space.  This is all stuff that he did when I was pregnant with Jayden, so I know he knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Cirrus (the fat white cat, who thinks we should all wait on him hand and foot), I can't say the same for him, his attitude has even changed alittle.  He's not near as affectionate like E is, as a matter of fact he's less loveable now. But he still runs upstair when he sees Im going to bed and still sleeps on my side.  But he doesnt really lay with me anymore on the couch and stuff.   Maybe its just his way of letting E get his shot of love from me....Cirrus is a lover not a fighter, after all he should be coming from the shelter at an old age. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my dogs.....they are a COMPLETELY, different story, they could care less (at the moment).   I dont think they realize that there will be another human chasing them around and feeding them from the table!  :P&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/8680196819886767439-5915866459726883418?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5915866459726883418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5915866459726883418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5915866459726883418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5915866459726883418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cats-intuition.html' title='My cat&apos;s intuition'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSryohcSm9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Zw9Sn0sZXag/s72-c/Cirrus+and+E.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-8485387062279596978</id><published>2008-11-22T14:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:56:45.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice day...gone</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful day it is today in florida, the sun is shining and there is a slight chill in the air.  Gorgouse!   Eric always seems to find a way to ruin a nice day like today, by wanting to sit in front of the tv ALL DAY!  blah!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he's on s*it list because of this.  I wanted to go start the baby registry at Target then just go window shopping at the new outdoor mall down from my house, but nnnoooo, I will be by myself, what a loser he can be some times!!!!  And to top things off, he ate my friggin' left overs from dinner the other night...MY LEFT OVERS!!! And we have nothing eles in the frige except a box of mac n cheese and some lunch meat....o yum :-/       You would think by now, he would know not to touch a pregnant woman's food!!!   eeerrrggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-8485387062279596978?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/8485387062279596978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=8485387062279596978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8485387062279596978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/8485387062279596978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/nice-daygone.html' title='A nice day...gone'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-3038601366348019217</id><published>2008-11-21T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:47:28.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Verizon Fios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So for the past 2 days our live tv has been out &gt;:-( not cuz our fault, because they dont dont what the hay they are doing. It started off last week by me getting a messege on my phone that our services will be disrupted...Ok So, I call them to figure it out, well its cuz we havent paid our bill in 2 months (since we moved into our new house) Well no, friggin crap!!! We havent recieved one idiots! So Eric pays the past due....$75. Internet comes back on and tv as well. Well yesterday, the tv goes out, but we can still watch the on demand channels, so Eric calls and speaks to like 10 different people. No one could figure out what the hell was going on. FINALLY to make a long story shorter* It turns out the IDIOTS!!!! have been sending our bill to our old address!! AAAAHHHH!!! I could so just punch a verzion person out the next time I see one! Needless to say we still dont have tv (only the demand channels) after 10 different people telling us it would be on within 3 hours. So the last I heard from Eric was they were sending out a technician to fix the issue tomorrow...STUPID VERIZON...THEY'RE IDIOTS! On a better note: Check out th&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSeAkoCSkgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AJuStSOZD2I/s1600-h/21+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271323255571124738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSeAkoCSkgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AJuStSOZD2I/s320/21+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e last preggie picture!   21 weeks baby!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-3038601366348019217?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/3038601366348019217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=3038601366348019217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3038601366348019217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/3038601366348019217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-verizon-fios.html' title='Stupid Verizon Fios'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SSeAkoCSkgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AJuStSOZD2I/s72-c/21+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4892677560272896103</id><published>2008-11-18T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:31:39.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for me....</title><content type='html'>Finally, it almost 9:30pm and I am FINALLY left alone like I requested 3 hours ago....My head has been spinning, my eyes filled with tears of fury, all I wanted was time for me!!! Is this too hard to ask after days and days of the same routine???  Eric comes home, we eat dinner, everyone gets a round of a shower or bath, then Eric gets on the computer to "check" his stupid w.o.w game while yet Jayden and I are left to play by our selves some more.&lt;br /&gt;Just because he goes out to work everyday, that means I have an easier job?!?!?!  I think not, I dont get a break, Jayden is everywhere I go, and now I am soon to have 2 kids go everywhere I go.  I can't remeber the last time I enjoyed a nice hot bubble bath that actually had water past my belly button!!!  I always take one with Jayden, does Eric?   Yeah, maybe once or twice, but its too much for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is to allow me to have some time by myself WITH NO ONE.   Am I being too selfish??  I sometimes feel like it when I have nights like these.  I get so fed up with the lazy ass that Eric can be that we end up in a yelling match.  I try so hard not too, but my frustrations build up over time and I explode.   Poor Jayden.   I feel so bad for him, he shouldnt be subject to nights like these when they happen.  I have no escape and Eric doesnt care .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4892677560272896103?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4892677560272896103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4892677560272896103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4892677560272896103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4892677560272896103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-for-me.html' title='Time for me....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4591131793258226081</id><published>2008-11-15T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:44:03.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl, now what?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we're having a girl, so no Kade Hunter.  Some of the comments on the previous blog made me giggle a little....Hunter Obama?!?!  Sorry Im not that idiotic to my children.   But I think we are deciding on a different first name for our little girl, so no Maddison.   Her middle name will remain Elizabeth because I would like her to have mom mom's middle name.    I'll gladly take suggestions on girls name, but please be reasonable and no dingy names......Eric and I did find a very pretty and still somewhat rare name last night while searching.   I am going to *TRY* my hardest to keep her name under wraps until she is born or at least very close.     I dont know if I will be able to do it, but we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4591131793258226081?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4591131793258226081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4591131793258226081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4591131793258226081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4591131793258226081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-girl-now-what.html' title='It&apos;s a girl, now what?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-9197314098207169284</id><published>2008-11-14T14:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:11:15.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ultrasound reveals.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SR3ZPLFkz5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wr9St6Zxsak/s1600-h/its+a+girl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268605993790787474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SR3ZPLFkz5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wr9St6Zxsak/s320/its+a+girl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I could not be anymore exctied!! Eric on the other hand....lets just say, he's already worried about boys coming to the house for our daughter. LOL He was for sure that we were going to have another little boy. But its like my parents kept telling him, "what Jenn wants, Jenn gets" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's funny, when I was younger, thinking about having kids, I remeber saying to myself- I wanted to 2 kids, first a boy, then a little girl. It's funny how life works sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today Miss Lula Belle got her very first professional hair cut. Just in time for Thanksgiving (which by the way is my absolute favorite holiday!!) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SR3adBXfNMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uJV8ML4-IDM/s1600-h/11.14.08+lulas+1st+cut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268607331211359426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SR3adBXfNMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uJV8ML4-IDM/s320/11.14.08+lulas+1st+cut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Doesn't she look ssssooo cute?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She got what they call a 'daisy cut'.  I just says it's a schnauzers cut.  hahaha.  Well I think I am off to go browse craigslist for some baby stuff, now that I am aware I am having a lil princess.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope everyone had a joyess day just like we did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-9197314098207169284?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/9197314098207169284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=9197314098207169284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/9197314098207169284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/9197314098207169284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultrasound-reveals.html' title='The ultrasound reveals.........'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SR3ZPLFkz5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Wr9St6Zxsak/s72-c/its+a+girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5672759003600428925</id><published>2008-11-13T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:58:58.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time , no.........blogging?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe my last blog was on the 2nd!  I guess part of it is to blame, I was up north with Jayden and my mom visiting family.  I had a great time, but I must say, its good to be home.  Although I am about ready to pack everything up and move to a colder climate! I got ssssooo use to the 40 degree weather there this past week, so you know that when we stepped off our airplane at TIA yesterday at 5;40 pm, I about passed out from the 80 degree weather florida has been having while I was away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice little vacation seeing family up there.  Especially seeing my 90 year old grandmother, who looked SO much better before we left than when we had first arrived.  I will admit, I did break down a cry when I first saw her, she was on oxygen and was barely moving.  BUT!!!! prayers are being anwsered somewhere and she not only looked, but Im sure felt fabulous on her birthday (Nov.9)  My mom put together a great party at her nursing home, with most of the relatives there to celebrate!  Grandma, was wide eyed and bushy tailed, and recalled everything the next day!  It was such a relief to see her smile and remeber who Jayden and I was (at least I would like to think that :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today.....After a long day yesterday of pretty much sitting at an airport then a 3 hours flight home, and then sitting in traffic on 275,  I got up this morning, cleaned to house, minus the upstairs....and FINALLY tackled a pile of paper, old bills and unless junk that has been sitting next to my stove (I know....really safe, huh??)  I am proud to say it is all cleared and free of a fire hazard!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for tomorrow....IT'S THE BIG DAY!!!  AAAHHHHHH!!!!  The moment of truth or at least we hope so.   I have my ultrasound appointment at 10:30 tomorrow morning.   Eric and Jayden and I will FFFFIINNNNAAALLLLYYY get to find out what we are having!!!!  I have been praying for a little girl, so lets all hope it comes true.  Here are the names we have picked out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy- Kade Hunter&lt;br /&gt;Girl- Madison Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my family refuse to really make any comments on the boys name, but I really like it.  the fact that is unique (sp?).  When we decieded on Jaydens name, it wasnt that popular, but now, you kinda see it everwhere or different versions of it at least.  So I guess you can say I'm a trend setter. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the girls name, everyone loves it, especially my mom, not only because it flows so nicely, but Elizabeth is my mothers middle name.  I figure, Jayden's middle name is after my father, so why not include my momther in one??  :P   Besides, my parents are like my heros, they have done so much for me over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until tomorrow......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-5672759003600428925?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5672759003600428925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5672759003600428925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5672759003600428925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5672759003600428925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time-noblogging.html' title='Long time , no.........blogging?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-4024939346572640924</id><published>2008-11-02T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:44:22.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn this time change!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one that freaked out this morning when I looked at my cell phone and it read 6:20am?!?! Thanks Jayden!!! So when I finally managed to roll out of bed after countless attacks from him, we went downstairs and I saw my microwave and oven reading 8am. WTF!?! O YEAH, DUH!!! It was fall back. I was starting to think the pregnancy brain has already begun to kick in gear. (which it has by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have my "19" week check up to see how the 'lil bean is doing in there tomorrow. My last appointment he told me that I would be getting refered out for my ultrasound on this one, so Im hoping that maybe I can get that squeezed in before I leave for up north on Wed. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric comes home tomorrow! YAY! Im so ready for him to get back. I feel like I only sleep at home, the other 85% of the time I at my parents house, which basically I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going on a week since I have had all my windows open and a/c shut off!! Double YAY! I hated opening my electric bill and seeing $160 for last month. I guess I cant complain too much, we keep our air at 75 for that price. My moms house is would be like $300!! But they also have some other stuff that contributes too I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Entourage is coming on in about 15 mins. so I suppose I am going to finish up my computer fun time and head on downstairs to fall asleep during my show. its a good thing for on demand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-4024939346572640924?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/4024939346572640924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=4024939346572640924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4024939346572640924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/4024939346572640924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/darn-this-time-change.html' title='Darn this time change!!!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-1684742331055794668</id><published>2008-11-01T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:39:48.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882187975576018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q9fHKSdI/AAAAAAAAADI/DMqwf4TyGOY/s320/Sara+%26+Jayden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My gorgous niece (Back off boys!!) Sara and my 'o so cute Jayden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882195412290562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q960NjAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7S3MQVSn9Dk/s320/Batman+ready+for+candy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My handsome batman!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q-LY8AlI/AAAAAAAAADg/uMH18pVNMXw/s1600-h/Joe,+Jenn+%26+Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882199861297746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q-LY8AlI/AAAAAAAAADg/uMH18pVNMXw/s320/Joe,+Jenn+%26+Sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how pregnant I look for only 18 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q96fV3pI/AAAAAAAAADY/CGClEbITePI/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Jayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882195324755602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q96fV3pI/AAAAAAAAADY/CGClEbITePI/s320/Mom+%26+Jayden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ditto for this picture as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882199334483474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q-JbVdhI/AAAAAAAAADo/ER89XYHb3gk/s320/Lula+%26+Sara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And yes, she carried Miss Lula Belle the whole time trick or treating, LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8680196819886767439-1684742331055794668?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/1684742331055794668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=1684742331055794668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1684742331055794668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1684742331055794668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pictures.html' title='Halloween Pictures'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQ0Q9fHKSdI/AAAAAAAAADI/DMqwf4TyGOY/s72-c/Sara+%26+Jayden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-2534806098466156713</id><published>2008-11-01T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:16:58.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have come to realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There has been alot of "soul searching" in these past 3 weeks or so. Alot to do with the fact that I have been left pregnant and with Jayden while Eric is in Miami working. These are a few random things that make me thankful for what I have and peeved for what I got (kinda makes sense right?) So what I have realized:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think I could ever make it as a single mother, I tend to get lonely and Jayden, well bless his heart, I know he can ALWAYS come up with thing for me to do...just the wrong way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cats (a fluffy white one in particular) can be the sweetest and most annoying pet at the same time. Why he feels the need to sleep at the foot of the bed ON MY SIDE, when there is the whole other half of a king size bed being unused...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to treat Jayden like a bigger boy than he really is. I have to consistanly remind myself, hes only 22 months old, not a 8 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They need a special manual for potty training a boy who is scared to sit on a toilet....How was I supposed to know you need to point their 'lil wee wee down?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regaurdless of how much I used to complain about working 40 hours a week, I miss it....tremdously!!! I now work 24 hours a day, with no break unless its nap time (even then its iffy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family....I dont know what I would do without them, my mom has been a major backbone since Eric has been gone. Im not sure what I am going to do when Eric and I finally take a leap and decide to move to another state (hints the reason, we're still in florida) Im a chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new baby, has truely been a blessing (just like Jayden of course) it kind of made my father and Eric come back together and put their differences behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263785419687840162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQy481JfyaI/AAAAAAAAADA/Eh0ZGy9eNko/s320/Jenn+18+wks+along++11-1-08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Heres a belly shot of 18 weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to sharpen my math skills....ALOT, if I want to get into a nursing program. I checked on one yesterday, but from the sound of it, I dont think my level of math knowledge is going to get me excepted :*( You need to know algebra.....C 'MON ALGEBRA!?!?! I dont even know how I managed to graduate high school with math involved...thank god for a calculator!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess thats my random thoughts for right now, Im sure I'll have more to add later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8680196819886767439-2534806098466156713?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/2534806098466156713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=2534806098466156713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/2534806098466156713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/2534806098466156713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-have-come-to-realize.html' title='What I have come to realize'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQy481JfyaI/AAAAAAAAADA/Eh0ZGy9eNko/s72-c/Jenn+18+wks+along++11-1-08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6878380522099032955</id><published>2008-10-31T22:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:50:24.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great evening of trick or treating with Jayden, Sara, Sam, my mom, and Joe. My dad stayed at my house to pass out candy...what a team player he is! And yup, Erics still down in Miami. :( I was forced to carve his pumpkin, which by the way, I think came out fabulous!! Im so proud! It was my first and last attempt at it. (Hey those things are hard to do!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263514716627655394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQvCv1qh2uI/AAAAAAAAACw/op4V7EzG-Yc/s320/1031081113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jayden had refused to touch the "guts" but had a blast playing in them with the scrapper tool. LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I am dwindling down from the night I will be posting my pictures somtime this weekend once I transfer them from my camera, so for now, these are the ones that came from my phone.  I hope everyone had a safe and fun halloween!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263515612507745298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQvDj_E_LBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PfYA-lmhegU/s320/1031081926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 'Batman ready to fight crime for candy!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6878380522099032955?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6878380522099032955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6878380522099032955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6878380522099032955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6878380522099032955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-night.html' title='Halloween Night'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQvCv1qh2uI/AAAAAAAAACw/op4V7EzG-Yc/s72-c/1031081113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5208140496823724406</id><published>2008-10-28T22:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:17:08.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another quite night....alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its day/night 2 of a some what empty house. Eric left bright and early at 4:30 am Monday to goto Miami once agian. Hopefully He will be back by Friday for halloween, although in my mind, I am telling myself it will be Sunday, just cuz, thats usaully how my life works it seems. We bought our pumpkin and now Eric wont be here to carve it. Im always so bad at doing that kind of stuff, Ill give the poor pumpkin a hack job. Well at least my sister, niece and parents will be here. We are trick or treating in my neighborhood, and it should be a nice night. Speaking of weather!!! Florida has never felt so great these past few days!! Today it was like 65ish....I love the cold. I even broke out Peanut and Lulas clothes so they will stay warm:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQfHEG9NJzI/AAAAAAAAACg/ur0qcESOhIo/s1600-h/Peanut10-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262393563006445362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQfHEG9NJzI/AAAAAAAAACg/ur0qcESOhIo/s320/Peanut10-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQfHLiOUFbI/AAAAAAAAACo/vqd_lnyht-k/s1600-h/Lula.10-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262393690585044402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQfHLiOUFbI/AAAAAAAAACo/vqd_lnyht-k/s320/Lula.10-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8680196819886767439-5208140496823724406?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5208140496823724406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5208140496823724406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5208140496823724406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5208140496823724406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-quite-nightalone.html' title='Another quite night....alone'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQfHEG9NJzI/AAAAAAAAACg/ur0qcESOhIo/s72-c/Peanut10-27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-400547805100828679</id><published>2008-10-26T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:51:20.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remeber this happening when I was pregnant with Jayden. But not until I was around 6/7 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had my first crazy dream about the baby. I dreampt that I went to a doctors appt and come to find out I WAS having twins a boy and girl, well one of the babies was already gone (the girl) and the doctor had taken her out. The boy was fine and healthy so I remained pregnant. It was crazy..I would go more into detail, but its kinda dingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was dead set that I was having a girl this time, but after last nights dream, I'm kinda thinking it was a sign I am having another boy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just weird....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-400547805100828679?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/400547805100828679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=400547805100828679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/400547805100828679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/400547805100828679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-remeber-this-happening-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-459555469576469754</id><published>2008-10-24T12:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:30:30.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin time with a nice surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a great week having Eric home!! We went to lunch together then on the way home we stopped at the pumpkin patch and got 1 of our2 or 3 pumpkins for halloween. Its a very nice one that as Eric says: "The pumpkin found me!" Hes such a dork. He picked it because it looks like the ones on his computer game that hes crazy about (World of Warcraft) I guess this time of year they have something special going on in the game with the headless horseman and stuff...I have no clue..I just shake my head yes and agree. I hate the game. But anyways, I was trying to get Jayden to pick his own pumpkin out, but he was too excited about all that was around him too really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755777357013810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQH1gb9y4zI/AAAAAAAAACI/RHkVLfrwqQk/s320/1023081404a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260755866068566002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQH1lmcRv_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PVDhRVfDnSQ/s320/1023081407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260756046968674354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQH1wIWOWDI/AAAAAAAAACY/bTSeIjmwPm0/s320/1023081404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric can't wait to carve it, he becomes such a kid this time of year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O! And something eles that it exciting coming up...Jayden and I are going to be going up north with my mom in a couple weeks.  We're going to be staying with my cousin which is great, I won't have to bring any kind of toys for Jayden cuz they have a 4 year old???  I cant remeber but, Im super excited, that everyone will be able to see him, since they last time they did he was only 4 months old.  I'm also a little nervous with seeing my grandmother who will be 90 years old.  She hasnt been doing to well in lately and her memory is very faint.  But I guess thats what happens when you get old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remeber when I was in my child years, going up there for a couple weeks at a time during the summer.  I always had so much fun, once I got over the fear of being there without my parents. hahaha.  And too see her now, where she may not even really know or remeber who I am scares me.  I know she doesn't really remeber who Jayden is even though my mom talks about him and stuff.  Its gonna be hard when her time comes to cross the rainbow bridge, but I know she will finally be at peace with my grandfather.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I think its naptime for me, today and yesterday having been kicking me in the butt with bad dizzy spells and a nauseated feeling :(    Until next time.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-459555469576469754?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/459555469576469754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=459555469576469754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/459555469576469754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/459555469576469754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-time-with-nice-surprise.html' title='Pumpkin time with a nice surprise!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SQH1gb9y4zI/AAAAAAAAACI/RHkVLfrwqQk/s72-c/1023081404a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5879303197022539627</id><published>2008-10-21T21:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:07:50.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great dinner!!!</title><content type='html'>I made a lasagna (sp?) for dinner tonight and let me tell you....YUM!!! However, lil man took maybe 2 bites and decided he would rather have mac and cheese. Kids....gotta luv em, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, check out what just suddenly appeared on me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259778181992142338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SP58Y5b91gI/AAAAAAAAACA/GNnyHG0ial0/s320/16w4d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Its like *poof* over night here's the belly, I wont get started on what eles has just doubled in size!!! Im only 16 weeks and 4 days along and I'm already the size of a cow! OOO, I can't hardly wait for this baby to get here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-5879303197022539627?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5879303197022539627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5879303197022539627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5879303197022539627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5879303197022539627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-great-dinner.html' title='What a great dinner!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SP58Y5b91gI/AAAAAAAAACA/GNnyHG0ial0/s72-c/16w4d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-1273199384831898157</id><published>2008-10-21T13:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:30:26.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wash my mouth out with soap</title><content type='html'>So last night while I was making dinner, I got side tracked from the instant mash potatos, when I finally realized the water/ milk was boiling over the pot, out slipped the dirty word s*it. And who do you think heard and repeated my words all the way in the other room...Jayden. I couldnt believe it!! This was the second time he has said it. The first time was when we were driving with my mom and she went to go make a turn she was about to miss it and out that word came, with another out-burst from the lil monster in the back!! So I guess I REALLY need to watch my p's and q's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-1273199384831898157?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/1273199384831898157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=1273199384831898157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1273199384831898157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1273199384831898157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-wash-my-mouth-with-soap.html' title='Just wash my mouth out with soap'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-1817007701334930573</id><published>2008-10-20T12:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:51:49.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Eric is on his way home FINALLY!!! He should be here in another couple hours!!! Im so excited, except hes was complaining to me last night that he wasn't feeling good and his head was all congested..Great! He comes home sick...Jayden and I just got over our sicknesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a better note...I needed a change over the weekend and decided to have my sister dye my hair..I figured since halloween was right around the corner, I went for red. We even ended up putting a little in my sister, neices and my moms hair!! LOL My moms came out the best because she has lighter hair so it shows through more, but it all looks great!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259278819841829410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SPy2OMdoaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G5ADFJYIDrQ/s320/red+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too bad, right??  My hair has always looked pretty good in shades of red.....  Other than playing beauty parlor, my weekend was pretty good.  I took Jayden to the park with my sister and neice, then had somewhat of a night out collecting entrances fees for a band that my mom plays in.  Then spent the day Sunday at my parents house, just goofing off.  It was nice and relaxing, PLUS I was pain free!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-1817007701334930573?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/1817007701334930573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=1817007701334930573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1817007701334930573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/1817007701334930573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-day.html' title='Todays the day!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SPy2OMdoaiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G5ADFJYIDrQ/s72-c/red+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-331254093385014834</id><published>2008-10-18T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:49:04.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get through one more day!!!</title><content type='html'>Last update on hubby's return is now Sunday night.  So heres to trying to figure out what to do with Jayden on less then 1/4 tank of gas, and .45 cents to my name (if that!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with my sister and neice at Lettuce Lake park earlier today and had a nice walk around.  I must say, thats the most excersize I've had in a week.  It was nice not being laid up on the couch in pain unable to care for my son.  I know he enjoyed it.   So know I am just trying to figure out what to do for the evening, I called one of my friends to see if her and her 2 daughters wanted to come over tonight, but her phone went straight to voice mail, so who knows.  I would go see my other friend in Brandon which is a lil drive, but agian....with 1/4 tank of gas and .45 cents to my name, I dont think I would make it.  This sucks having no acess to any money and I am going to demand it change when Eric gets home!! :P   I was suppose to be going out this evening to help my mom's band collect money for entrance fees, but I have no one to watch Jayden, so out the door that goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I am gonna go get on &lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/"&gt;www.bored.com&lt;/a&gt; and find something to do until Jayden gets up from his nap....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-331254093385014834?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/331254093385014834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=331254093385014834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/331254093385014834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/331254093385014834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-get-through-one-more-day.html' title='Gotta get through one more day!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6813934418818142250</id><published>2008-10-15T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:52:33.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A BAD few days</title><content type='html'>At this very moment, I am finally starting to feel some relief (besides a screaming child standing next to me saying no...I think its nap time)   Ever since Sunday, I have been experiencing HORRIBLE abdominal and lower back pain.  I was at the emergency room twice since then.  After all the needle sticks for blood, a cathater for the ultrasound...which by the way, I would advise anyone to try to avoid that at all possiblities, the numerous doctors, I've seen, they can only say, they think I have a bad case of intigestion (spelling???) or aka heartburn.  I think I have maybe gotten 10 hours sleep between Sunday and now.  The bad part about all this is, I can't really take anything, because it will harm the baby, BUT they did prescribe a anti-acid to help, I *think* its helping, but who knows, I have been having a hard time eating and drinking anything because, it just grosses me out and I dont want this pain anymore....&lt;br /&gt;My dad, yeah, what can I say, you gotta love him and he means well, but his talks he gives me, just are at the wrong time.  This morning, I was doubled over in pain and my dad sit down and all he can say is you need to relax and breath.  UMMMM... I've been up since 4 am with this pain, and your trying to tell me to relax!?!?!?  I dont understand, but who does sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess Jayden and I have once worn out our welcome at my parents house.  My mom just came to me and said my dad is having a hard time focusing on work when Jayden cries and he is demanding too much attention from my mom, so I guess I will be heading home when he gets up from his nap and hope that the pain will only lessen from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6813934418818142250?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6813934418818142250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6813934418818142250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6813934418818142250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6813934418818142250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-few-days.html' title='A BAD few days'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-839382884083544932</id><published>2008-10-12T22:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:45:00.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling down from the day</title><content type='html'>Today wasnt so much of a fun day, but I was more productive!!! *yay!* I managed to FINALLY put the what was once clean clothes on my floor away. :P Nah, they're still clean just a tad wrinkled, but the hangers will do there job and let the wrinkles sag their way out (thats what I always seem to think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decided to go over to my sister's house for dinner. I was a little apprehensive with this whole Joe thing going on, but like always, I bit my tounge and just delt with it. I really dont know how to act, I kinda felt like I was invading in his tv room, but o well, Jayden had fun seeing Sara and "auntie" so thats all that matters. O and did I mention? It was a painless evening of putting him down for bed!!! Only because he fell asleep on the way home :P Well I think my day/ night is ending, Im gonna head to bed soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-839382884083544932?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/839382884083544932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=839382884083544932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/839382884083544932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/839382884083544932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/settling-down-from-day.html' title='Settling down from the day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-503380040130555019</id><published>2008-10-12T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:26:08.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such an uncomfortable day...</title><content type='html'>All day today, my stomach has been cramping ssssoooo bad...I called the relief doctor, but all she said is it doesnt sound threatning, but I should get seen by my doctor tomorrow, go figure.  Well I think Im going to lay down on the couch, my stomach still hurts, Plus Jayden and I are staying at the parents house, so Jayden is taken care of and I can relax.  I'll post more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-503380040130555019?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/503380040130555019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=503380040130555019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/503380040130555019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/503380040130555019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/such-uncomfortable-day.html' title='Such an uncomfortable day...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-7446828880116788825</id><published>2008-10-11T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:56:58.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom has REALLY set in!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so its 1:45 pm here, Jayden is napping and Im about to bash my head into the wall over boredom. My parents have gone to some latin thing down in Ybor then they are going to a bike show. (my own parents have more of a life than their 26 year old daughter!! ugh!) Plus I think I wore out Jayden and I's welcome from being over there all week...I get that sense. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so out of my mind last night I started photographing my shadows on my bedroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255954338876835938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SPDmn7xtSGI/AAAAAAAAABA/d_hjk9mxfAI/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell what it is??!?!  It's a "naked" picture of my belly (at 15 weeks)  I couldnt get it to focus any better, but I still thought it was kinda neat.  Let me remind you, it was close to midnight here.  And Im usually in bed by 10 or so when Eric is home.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spoke to him a little earlier today and he said that one of the guys thats on this job site that is head of the installation department (same company) would like to offer him a job so instead of welding in the shop he would be out and about.   The pay would be so much more, but he would also be traveling some.  Not sure how much, but seriously, if I have extra money to go do stuff while he is gone, I would have no issues with this.  I just told him we would talk about it when he got homeand a serious job offer was laid out on the table.... Well I guess Im going to end this one for right now, wish me luck that I find something productive to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-7446828880116788825?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/7446828880116788825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=7446828880116788825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7446828880116788825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7446828880116788825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/boredom-has-really-set-in.html' title='Boredom has REALLY set in!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SPDmn7xtSGI/AAAAAAAAABA/d_hjk9mxfAI/s72-c/IMG_1286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6554536834761505263</id><published>2008-10-10T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:04:13.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cont. from Fridays confessions</title><content type='html'>Ok....so I'm cooled down from my prevouse blog...I've been messing around with this stupid site for over an hour now. I really want to go watch a movie, but I find myself getting more and more addicted to this blogging...Its like when you first discover myspace, you just cant steer away from it!! LOL Im turning into such a nerd with Eric still in Miami. Its like I dont know what to do, ihave the computer all to myself. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your reading this, obviously you have noticed, what I have figured out to do with changing my background...pretty nifty, huh? Im sure it will be changed agian when I run out of things to do on the computer.... Night, night for now....I think Im going to force myself downstairs to go watch a movie.....................................ok, maybe a few more minuets on the computer! :x heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6554536834761505263?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6554536834761505263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6554536834761505263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6554536834761505263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6554536834761505263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/cont-from-101008.html' title='Cont. from Fridays confessions'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-122165283406775499</id><published>2008-10-10T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:03:48.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Confessions.</title><content type='html'>CAN YOU BELIEVE IT, IT'S 8pm and JAYDEN IS SOUND ASLEEP!!! This is only because he had no nap today :P I spent the better half of my day at the mall, trying to get Jayden around more kids, but he refused to let go of my leg once we went into the play area, he's so anti-social....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sorry I may be jumping around in this blog, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have alot on my mind and it all want to come out at once...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think one thing that is bothering me right now is something I read in one of my sister's post yesterday..let me go and copy and paste it: &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I know Joe doesn't care too much for her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(meaning me) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he deals with it for me. He won't admit it though. Joe's comment "Well then you can look for the PSP while you're there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WTF did I ever do to him?!?!? So I have been completely boggled by all this, I mean I know he doesnt like Eric and all, but what?? he doesnt like me because Im with him? I just dont understand, My only reasoning for this haterid, is because I openly say my thoughts and feelings on his loser ass of a son he has. How he is Mr. Know-It-All. EEERRGGG!!! I could of punched his lights out the night he kept trying to feed my son jack &amp;amp; coke at dinner, but nnnooooo I played cool (even though I gave him a look that could kill!!!!!) But still, you dont give a 22 month old child alcohol and say "just a little bit, it wont hurt" Um excuse me, who's this boy parent?!?!?!? Last I checked it was ME! Its just like this whole soda thing...I asked him please do not give him soda, what does he do...he gives it to him right in front of me the second I tell him not too, so know thanks to him this is all my friggin' child wants, I just dont understand why he keeps going agianst what I say with Jayden. I mean if his 20?/ 21? year old son, was so super and great, then yes, I could say "you know what, it must be fine, because look at how great your child turned out to be!" Ok so now, Im kinda going off of what is bothering me. Back to that. I was thinking of going over there tonight, Sam invited Jayden and I for dinner, but I turned it down, mainly because of this. I feel like I got to kiss ass, just to keep things calm and Im not about to do that. I love my sister to peices, and just like her post said, I dont have to like her other half, just put up with him for her sake. I feel like the next time I go over there, Im going to be unwelcomed by him. I guess for now its just gonna have to be avoided, which sucks big time, because Jayden absolutly ADORES Sara (my neice). He gets ssoooo happy and giddy everytime he sees a picture of her, its so unreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe all this is just my hormones talking but, seriously....how would it make you feel if you thought everything was fine between you and someone then come to find out, they only put up with you because they have too. Well I guess he doesnt have to put up with it anymore, unless there is a family function and he just hhhaaasss to go, not like he comes to many anyways, golf is more important! uuggghhh there I go agian, with just rattling off. O well, and this stupid accusing someone of taking a friggin' psp is so stupid!! WTF am I gonna do with a toy like that, when I have a computer and a child to play with. If he is ssssooooo friggin' sure I have it, then come to my house and look!! O wait, then he would probably say, well you just hid it good! You know I didn't make such a big deal of him accusing Eric and I of taking this stupid psp up until yesterday. So whatever, i could go on and on about all this non-sense, but I think Im gonna go cool down and rent a movie on demand for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-122165283406775499?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/122165283406775499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=122165283406775499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/122165283406775499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/122165283406775499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-101008.html' title='Friday&apos;s Confessions.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-6879964253480572689</id><published>2008-10-09T20:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:04:50.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks almost over....</title><content type='html'>Well the day is done and night is setting in. My hormones are going crazy and my son is driving me nuts. Props to all the single mothers out there, I don't know how my sister did it...Jayden fights me EVERY night on going to sleep, it used to be so easy, nope thats not how life goes....Im sitting here listening to him cry at his bedroom door. They say consistancy is the key, I dont see it, I can let him stay up until he is about ready to pass out on the floor, and he still fights me. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that mess, I really miss Eric, its crazy to hear me say that because if you know us, you would think otherwise. Maybe its just me not wanting to be alone with a child, I don't know. But this whole just Jayden and I thing really sucks. I have no adult or escape time. Agian, he is glued to my hip, even when I take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of taking him to the zoo tomorrow just so we can get out and about. I really want to take him to ZooBoo, but I dont know how he would handle it, it still might be too much for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dont hear my dear child screaming anymore, my thoughts are he is really tired and gave up easy tonight (LET'S HOPE HE STAYS IN HIS ROOM ALL NIGHT!!!!!) So Im gonna say good-night and start watching my thursday night shows....And as I finish typing this my stupid dog started barking and made him start back up!!! EEERRRGGG!!! Im going to go downstairs anyways....no harm in letting him cry, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-6879964253480572689?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/6879964253480572689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=6879964253480572689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6879964253480572689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/6879964253480572689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/10908.html' title='Weeks almost over....'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-7995989314596827837</id><published>2008-10-08T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:01:45.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a night...</title><content type='html'>Im sitting here in front of this computer screen and I feel like a zombie. I was up from 10:30pm till around 3am with Jayden trying to throw up. Nothing was coming out except some spit because he had literally threw his whole entire dinner in grandma hand while he was sitting her lap (we had dinner over there). Completely grossed me out and almost made me throw up my own dinner in her hands too. LOL But it was a rough night...Eric left for Miami for work yesterday afternoon (hints the reason why I was there for dinner and probably will be for the rest of the week until he comes home), so the house is completely quite and kinda lonely without him here, But I must say it is kinda nice just being Jayden and I. I guess I have come to realize that we just have a love to hate relationship, I love him to death but gawd he ticks me off alot! :P Well Jayden has crawled under the futon and is stuck, I must go rescue him once agian....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-7995989314596827837?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/7995989314596827837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=7995989314596827837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7995989314596827837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7995989314596827837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/wed-10808.html' title='What a night...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-7990962954550226473</id><published>2008-10-06T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:00:02.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First ultrasound!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was such a GREAT day!! I had my first prenatal doctor appointment. I love the doctor, he made me feel very comfortable and I was able to see my 'lil one!!! According to the ultrasound, I am 14 weeks along and my due date is now April 3, 2009. I'm gonna have to do alot of the old remedied to get this baby (agian, HOPEFULLY a girl) to come out sooner, so my sister and neice will see her born!! They leave for Europe on a class trip on my due date....&lt;br /&gt;*Sam- I will hold no resentment if ur gone...I would do it :P LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255957403328129330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SPDpaTv1KTI/AAAAAAAAABI/uXEu5ZzyaS0/s320/IMG_1283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/8680196819886767439-7990962954550226473?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/7990962954550226473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=7990962954550226473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7990962954550226473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/7990962954550226473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/10608.html' title='First ultrasound!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SPDpaTv1KTI/AAAAAAAAABI/uXEu5ZzyaS0/s72-c/IMG_1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680196819886767439.post-5281421329816105222</id><published>2008-10-03T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:01:05.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first blog :)</title><content type='html'>Ok....So I was suckered into starting my own blog. Thanks Sam! Well I guess it is a good way to let some steam off without blowing up at Eric a.k.a the boyfriend a.k.a the baby daddy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting here listening to my son, Jayden thrown something and kick the walls because he doesnt want to nap, so its starting to aggrivate me and I cant think! LOL I will say this whole 'stay at home mom' thing, just isnt for me, I would rather be working at a job and getting upset at co-workers than my own child....kinda takes the fun out of being a mother. Specially when, my job NEVER STOPS!!! Even when Im sick..Nope it doesnt matter, Eric gets to come home from a hard days work and relax, what do I do?????? Well I still tend to Jayden, the kid takes showers with me, goes to the bathroom to watch me pee!!! HEAVEN FORBID ERIC plays with him for 15 mins, so I can have some alone time without hearing a 22 month old scream at me because I've unglued him from my hip!!!! His excuse....."All you need to do is tell me." Um, hhheeelllooo, I just told you I was going to take a shower ALONE, you would think, thats code word, for 'Occupy Jayden, while I take a shower by myself....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this weekend, Eric and I will have a date night. WOO HOO NO KID!!! I got around 6 more months to have some what of a sane life, then it all goes up in smoke when the new baby comes. Hears hoping for a lil girl. I've come to realize after having Jayden, boys aren't as fun dressing up as I thought they would. O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think thats enough for the first time...Im sure I will be a frequent blogger, so until next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8680196819886767439-5281421329816105222?l=jenni0109.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/feeds/5281421329816105222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8680196819886767439&amp;postID=5281421329816105222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5281421329816105222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8680196819886767439/posts/default/5281421329816105222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenni0109.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-10308.html' title='My very first blog :)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207788475005499443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15sMNGKxk2Q/SOZV4sUEIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hegb1wcMFTg/S220/9-4-08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
