<?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-34493161</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:30:48.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenerally Speaking</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a Follower and Lover of Jesus, Christ! And am currently serving him here in the towns of Madoc, Marmora and Tweed through the ministries of FOUNDATIONS and YFC.

This Blog is to keep family and friends up to date, but since most of them do not read it, it's mostly for me to talk and think that I am being heard.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-1658774899840577884</id><published>2007-11-20T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:36:25.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking today at work..&lt;br /&gt;"Wouldn't it be nice if I could save money in my bank account the way my body saves fat.&lt;br /&gt;And... in keeping with that.. wouldn't it be nice if I could loose weight the way my bank account looses money!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you might enjoy my thought for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-1658774899840577884?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1658774899840577884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=1658774899840577884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/1658774899840577884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/1658774899840577884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-8075356992642493537</id><published>2007-08-19T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T20:34:37.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjfpOCbT4I/AAAAAAAAADU/JDKBoRfl8FQ/s1600-h/1176317668_ddf3a3218d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjfpOCbT4I/AAAAAAAAADU/JDKBoRfl8FQ/s320/1176317668_ddf3a3218d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572477232992130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I thought it would be fun to have a photo Shoot at the Park this evening..&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from it.. Good Job Chris!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/Rsjf1-CbT5I/AAAAAAAAADc/2PWvD6ZfBX4/s1600-h/1175456091_b6f87b91b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/Rsjf1-CbT5I/AAAAAAAAADc/2PWvD6ZfBX4/s320/1175456091_b6f87b91b2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100572696276324242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjhS-CbT8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/aVG1uvyMXl0/s1600-h/1176325196_1a2b56c001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjhS-CbT8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/aVG1uvyMXl0/s320/1176325196_1a2b56c001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100574294004158402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjgU-CbT6I/AAAAAAAAADk/G3edHpHKNe0/s1600-h/1175466239_a00c189376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjgU-CbT6I/AAAAAAAAADk/G3edHpHKNe0/s320/1175466239_a00c189376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100573228852268962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjhIuCbT7I/AAAAAAAAADs/d3y8TUAjV7s/s1600-h/1176318730_e6868e64d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjhIuCbT7I/AAAAAAAAADs/d3y8TUAjV7s/s320/1176318730_e6868e64d5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100574117910499250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-8075356992642493537?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8075356992642493537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=8075356992642493537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/8075356992642493537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/8075356992642493537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-at-park.html' title='Fun at the Park'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RsjfpOCbT4I/AAAAAAAAADU/JDKBoRfl8FQ/s72-c/1176317668_ddf3a3218d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-8523612491460090861</id><published>2007-07-14T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:12:20.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Extra Read all about it...</title><content type='html'>Ok.. SO.. I was working in  the Labeling room at Ivanhoe and was stamping boxes for the up coming days.&lt;br /&gt;I was making Boxes that said "Extra Thick Cheddar", this required repetitively stamping the word "Extra" on many boxes. &lt;br /&gt;Doing this, of course, caused me to think "Extra Extra read all about it" and said it a few times over in my head. &lt;br /&gt;This then lead me to thinking " I wonder why they said Extra... is it because that was the name of thier paper? Was it because it was simply extra information that no one really needed to know?&lt;br /&gt; So. my question to you is.. Why did they say "Extra Extra!" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-8523612491460090861?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8523612491460090861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=8523612491460090861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/8523612491460090861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/8523612491460090861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/07/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra Extra Read all about it...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-4830045520866826077</id><published>2007-06-05T18:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:58:52.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"this is the Life"... an escape from reality</title><content type='html'>Chris took me on a romantic escape this past weekend. We Stayed in a fantansy sweet called the Montebello Room. &lt;br /&gt;We arrived around 2pm and he made me stay in the car so I wouldnt know how much it cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent a relaxing evening in our complimentry bath robes, sipping champaign and soaking in the jacuzzi tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RmXqdr-oySI/AAAAAAAAADM/-le7EdR9M7Q/s1600-h/526775258_dadcf9b51d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RmXqdr-oySI/AAAAAAAAADM/-le7EdR9M7Q/s320/526775258_dadcf9b51d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072718351045282082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Crabby Joes.. at my request and had a hot complimentary breakfast the following morning at Cora's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful escape and I am so very thankful for my sensitive Husband. He knew I needed it.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks Babe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more pics of the room check out my facebook page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-4830045520866826077?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4830045520866826077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=4830045520866826077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/4830045520866826077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/4830045520866826077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-life-escape-from-reality.html' title='&quot;this is the Life&quot;... an escape from reality'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RmXqdr-oySI/AAAAAAAAADM/-le7EdR9M7Q/s72-c/526775258_dadcf9b51d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-660860634644806584</id><published>2007-05-26T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:57:23.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packaging Cheese...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RljIHOOYY9I/AAAAAAAAADE/NUpVX2IFvsI/s1600-h/gift_baskets_packs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RljIHOOYY9I/AAAAAAAAADE/NUpVX2IFvsI/s320/gift_baskets_packs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069021407008547794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I finally have something to blog about now. Though it almost seems that blogging is a way of the past since Facebook has taken over my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at the Ivanhoe Chees Factory. I am still very new at this job and am trying to decide if I am factory material. I am a task oriented person and have a list of task that need to be accomplished in a day is actually something I like. As we finish each order and work our way down the list it is very rewarding. It's nice to be able to measure what i have done that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, this job has given me a whole new perspective of hard working people who dedicate thier whole lives to this form of employment as a means to support their families. Cudos to you Dad.. You are a dedicated man and I never appreciated your sacrafices until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up at 4am to be busy at work by 5am is a whole new thing for me and it has taken some time for me to adjust. Unfortunately I havent been very gracious with my husband when I get home and have actually been a little cranky on occasion in the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have been alot cranky.. and pretty unbarable at times. God Bless that man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-660860634644806584?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/660860634644806584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=660860634644806584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/660860634644806584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/660860634644806584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/05/packaging-cheese.html' title='Packaging Cheese...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RljIHOOYY9I/AAAAAAAAADE/NUpVX2IFvsI/s72-c/gift_baskets_packs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-1100105346915562206</id><published>2007-04-30T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:36:24.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Took this picture with our New Camera.. I even focused it myself! I'm so proud!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RjZhI07d7_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qz0FVyP14Zc/s1600-h/Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RjZhI07d7_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qz0FVyP14Zc/s320/Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059338035672248306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-1100105346915562206?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1100105346915562206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=1100105346915562206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/1100105346915562206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/1100105346915562206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-took-this-picture-with-our-new-camera.html' title='I Took this picture with our New Camera.. I even focused it myself! I&apos;m so proud!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RjZhI07d7_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qz0FVyP14Zc/s72-c/Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-3583873239109636003</id><published>2007-04-10T14:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:10:33.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess and her Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RhvY_vZRH1I/AAAAAAAAACs/uKbODZtH8BM/s1600-h/market_r5_c2-select.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RhvY_vZRH1I/AAAAAAAAACs/uKbODZtH8BM/s320/market_r5_c2-select.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051869996591947602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are reading this story at Girls Bible Study tonight.  It's about a loving king and queen who present their daughter with a gift from God, her first kiss, to keep or to give away. The wise girl waits for the man who is worthy of her precious gift. Where is he and how will she ever find him? It's a great parable for saving yourself for marriage. &lt;br /&gt;I am excited for our girls to hear it and am looking into purchasing the study guide called "Life Lessons From The Princess and the Kiss"&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RhveYfZRH2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XkrHzzwA80s/s1600-h/market_r5_c4-select.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RhveYfZRH2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XkrHzzwA80s/s320/market_r5_c4-select.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051875919351848802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This has 21 lessons in it that we will follow covering the gift God has given us and why it is important for us to Honor God with that Gift. The books were written for girls who are very young but is adaptable for all ages. I am soooo excited about these Studies.. I just want every girl to know that She is a Daughter of THE KING.. she is a PRINCESS!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-3583873239109636003?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3583873239109636003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=3583873239109636003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/3583873239109636003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/3583873239109636003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/04/princess-and-her-kiss.html' title='The Princess and her Kiss'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RhvY_vZRH1I/AAAAAAAAACs/uKbODZtH8BM/s72-c/market_r5_c2-select.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-7748226526600887196</id><published>2007-03-02T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:12:49.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a lump in my Belly Dear Doctor...</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the song that sounds like this? "There's a hole in my bucket dear Lyza dear Lyza" &lt;br /&gt;Well this is my rendition.. Its been awhile since I have blogged last and now I finally have something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Lump in My belly dear Doctor, dear Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;There's a Lump in my belly dear Doctor, a lump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fix it dear Jennifer, dear Jennifer, dear Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;Let's fix it dear Jennifer, dear Jennifer fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what shall we fix it dear Doctor, dear Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;With what shall we fix it dear Doctor, with what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Keflex dear Jennifer, dear Jennifer dear Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;With Keflex dear Jennifer, Your perscription is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it makes me sleepy dear Doctor, dear Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sleepy dear Doctor, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then get rest dear Jennifer, dear Jennifer, dear Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;Then get rest dear Jennifer dear Jennifer, get rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't rest dear Doctor, dear Doctor, dear Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I can't rest dear Doctor because my tummy hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with your tummy dear Jennifer, dear Jennifer?&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with your tummy dear Jennifer, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lump in my tummy dear Doctor, dear Doctor!&lt;br /&gt;There's a lump in my tummy dear Doctor it hurts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the song going through my head just now,... so I thought i would share it with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-7748226526600887196?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7748226526600887196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=7748226526600887196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/7748226526600887196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/7748226526600887196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-lump-in-my-belly-dear-doctor.html' title='There&apos;s a lump in my Belly Dear Doctor...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-4174290920851035155</id><published>2007-01-29T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:49:11.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff</title><content type='html'>1. How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;Unique Up On It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?&lt;br /&gt;Tame Way, Unique Up On It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest?&lt;br /&gt;They Take The Psycho Path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How Do You Get Holy Water?&lt;br /&gt;You Boil The Hell Out Of It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.! What Do Fish Say When They Hit a Concrete Wall?&lt;br /&gt;Dam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice too Long?&lt;br /&gt;Polaroid's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What Do You Call a Boomerang That Doesn't work?&lt;br /&gt;A Stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What Do You Call Cheese That Isn't Yours?&lt;br /&gt;Nacho Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What Do You Call Santa's Helpers?&lt;br /&gt;Subordinate Clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What Do You Call Four Bullfighters In Quicksand?&lt;br /&gt;Quattro Sinko....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What Do You Get From a Pampered Cow?&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What Do You Get When You Cross a Snowman With a Vampire?&lt;br /&gt;Frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What Lies At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Twitches?&lt;br /&gt;A Nervous Wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's The Difference Between Roast Beef And Pea Soup?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone Can Roast Beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where Do You Find a Dog With No Legs?&lt;br /&gt;Right Where You Left Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils?&lt;br /&gt;Because They Have Big Fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive?&lt;br /&gt;Because It Scares The Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic?&lt;br /&gt;Sanka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What Is The Difference Between a Harley And a Hoover?&lt;br /&gt;The Location Of The Dirt Bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Why Did Pilgrims' Pants Always Fall Down?&lt;br /&gt;Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's The Difference Between a Bad Golfer And a Bad Skydiver?&lt;br /&gt;A Bad Golfer Goes, Whack, Dang!&lt;br /&gt;A Bad Skydiver Goes Dang! Whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How Are a Texas Tornado And a Tennessee Divorce The Same?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's Gonna Lose A Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, admit it. At least one of these made you smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-4174290920851035155?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4174290920851035155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=4174290920851035155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/4174290920851035155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/4174290920851035155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/01/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-507328425254297929</id><published>2007-01-26T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T14:28:04.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAB Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RbpWJnLxwkI/AAAAAAAAACc/OYBy4u9c9Is/s1600-h/December+Coffee+House-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RbpWJnLxwkI/AAAAAAAAACc/OYBy4u9c9Is/s320/December+Coffee+House-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024423057422402114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me singing the long lived CAB song at a Local Coffee House.&lt;br /&gt; I bet Gray Gillies had no idea that weekday morning when she picked up Chris' guitar and played the only chord she new (A) and began to sing that she was creating a song that would be heard all over the country (at least in a different province)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quant little song was first sung during Coffee Break at Taylor College in 2004. We had gone out dancing for my Birthday a while before and had a wild Cab experience. This experience caused Gray to share her past experiences in a Cab and then the wheels began to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked up Chris' guitar at break and placed her fingers on the 2nd fret in just the right way to create the A chord. She strummed the A a little and then out came the song......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A before B except after C cab song..... That was the chorus that was sung in between the various lines...&lt;br /&gt; We had a good laugh while telling our stories in song form (all on the same chord) then sticking the chorus in between each sentence. Before we knew it we had a real Pheobe song on our hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SInce then I have played the song a few times at home and then... it was Requested at the Coffee House.....&lt;br /&gt; GASP.. I was terrified and excited all at the same time.. Little did the guys know that it has been a dream of mine to one day sing at a Coffee House like Pheobe from Friends, "Smelly Cat" style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Thank you Gray!!!!! you made my dreams come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-507328425254297929?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/507328425254297929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=507328425254297929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/507328425254297929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/507328425254297929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/01/cab-song.html' title='CAB Song'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RbpWJnLxwkI/AAAAAAAAACc/OYBy4u9c9Is/s72-c/December+Coffee+House-41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-5701257629313084561</id><published>2007-01-08T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:32:26.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush your teeth and FLOSS EVERY DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLvEsxfUEI/AAAAAAAAABo/3tK_3TykD44/s1600-h/images-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLvEsxfUEI/AAAAAAAAABo/3tK_3TykD44/s200/images-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017835798861402178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to all my dear friends and fellow tooth brushers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got my first 2 of 3 cavities drilled and Filled since I was a little Girl.&lt;br /&gt;I had been so proud of myself for not having any fillings in my adult teeth until my visit to the Dentist this year.&lt;br /&gt;I had not been to the dentist since I got married as I was no longer covered under my parents plan, so when Chris' plan went through we headed to the Dentist.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I WAS excited to have my teeth checked and cleaned&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLvWcxfUFI/AAAAAAAAABw/8pHiMI2Qg5o/s1600-h/images-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLvWcxfUFI/AAAAAAAAABw/8pHiMI2Qg5o/s200/images-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017836103804080210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLvl8xfUGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hbmvptisZTo/s1600-h/images-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLvl8xfUGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hbmvptisZTo/s200/images-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017836370092052578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and then.. I got the bad news. I had 3 cavities, one of which was cause for great concern as it was on the brink of spreading into the nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLs-sxfUCI/AAAAAAAAABY/da5h3KJ0o88/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLs-sxfUCI/AAAAAAAAABY/da5h3KJ0o88/s200/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017833496758931490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, today I had 2 molars drilled and drilled and drilled and scraped and blood sucked and rinsed until they couldnt drill, scrap, suck or rinse anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience was not as fun as I remembered it being as a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;My Dentist would tell me that he was going to poke me with a magic wand and it would  make my mouth feel funny and then he was put a rain coat with buttons over my mouth and it would soon be over..plus.. I knew that when I was done I would get a SWEET TOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLsj8xfUBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I3N1yPRriKk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLsj8xfUBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I3N1yPRriKk/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017833037197430802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today.. was not the same...  and I have concluded that either my childhood Dentist was a liar or that this guy was plain old mean. &lt;br /&gt;He poked me with a needle.. and there was nothing magic about it.. and then he poked again and again and again.. I rememinded myself as he was poking me that I would soon appreciate the needle as he drilled. &lt;br /&gt;Does this look like a magic wand to you????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLrG8xfUAI/AAAAAAAAABI/41U9Zrfr02w/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLrG8xfUAI/AAAAAAAAABI/41U9Zrfr02w/s200/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017831439469596674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then.. He attempted to put the Rain coat on but the Button Popped off!  AND part way through the proceedure he decided to wedge it in a little further.. Praise God for that needle!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a Rain Coat that looked like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way.. to top it all off.. I ended up with a sore mouth and NO TOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a word to the wise.. FLOSS FLOSS FLOSS. &lt;br /&gt;I hate flossing but not as much as I hate getting a filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLtqcxfUDI/AAAAAAAAABg/WwyKAbNvx04/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLtqcxfUDI/AAAAAAAAABg/WwyKAbNvx04/s200/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017834248378208306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me about your favorite or least favorite visit to the dentist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-5701257629313084561?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5701257629313084561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=5701257629313084561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/5701257629313084561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/5701257629313084561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/01/brush-your-teeth-and-floss-every-day.html' title='Brush your teeth and FLOSS EVERY DAY!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RaLvEsxfUEI/AAAAAAAAABo/3tK_3TykD44/s72-c/images-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-1423673688753862699</id><published>2007-01-03T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:01:44.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Oscar</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt; This is our kitty, Oscar. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgCeHdBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Co9_aM_zcuc/s1600-h/03-01-07_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgCeHdBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Co9_aM_zcuc/s320/03-01-07_1550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015973695844742162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked him up yesturday and we all survived the first night.&lt;br /&gt;He's almost 2 months old and his Birthday is November 9th. We are really excited about him.&lt;br /&gt;Look.. isn't he cute!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgCeHdCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xxhQKwNNwRk/s1600-h/03-01-07_1344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgCeHdCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xxhQKwNNwRk/s320/03-01-07_1344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015973695844742178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgCeHdDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SXJ1WVaQwE8/s1600-h/03-01-07_1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgCeHdDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SXJ1WVaQwE8/s320/03-01-07_1548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015973695844742194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgSeHdEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X9OYynWrDwQ/s1600-h/03-01-07_1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgSeHdEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X9OYynWrDwQ/s320/03-01-07_1445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015973700139709506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgSeHdFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SnoWnVm34BI/s1600-h/03-01-07_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgSeHdFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SnoWnVm34BI/s320/03-01-07_1514.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015973700139709522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-1423673688753862699?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1423673688753862699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=1423673688753862699' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/1423673688753862699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/1423673688753862699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/01/meet-oscar.html' title='Meet Oscar'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q777XWdNypo/RZxRgCeHdBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Co9_aM_zcuc/s72-c/03-01-07_1550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-2799145547223274409</id><published>2007-01-03T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:16:15.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Christmas Away from Home</title><content type='html'>Hello to everyone, and Merry Christmas too!&lt;br /&gt;I know I am late blogging about Christmas but its better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;This year was very different for us as we did not go home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We Celebrated Jesus Birthday with new friends and church family.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a balmy 12 degrees Celsius and that was strange all by itself! I called home and Chatted with my folks and had Dad read "The Night Before Christmas" over the phone to me.. its family Tradition.&lt;br /&gt;We went to an old Country chapel with a wood stove and lanterns to sing Christmas Carol that Christmas Eve Night, it was very nice. We then went to our Friends home for Appetizers and we ate waaaaayyy too much! We got home very late and by the time our stockings were out and we were in Bed it was 2:30am. I used to get up then for Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;Dad called at 6:30 to get us out of Bed and wished us a Merry Christmas. We then opened our Stockings and Called Chris' family.&lt;br /&gt; WE then loaded up the Car and went to Another Friends house for Christmas Morning, WE had Breakfast at 8am and opened our gifts all together. We stayed with this family for the day and had Christmas Dinner in the Afternoon and went home around 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted we went to Bed and fell asleep watching "All Dogs Go to Heaven", Chris got it for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day was strange for us too as we got up, loaded up the car and went to the Toronto Airport.. we were off to URBANA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-2799145547223274409?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2799145547223274409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=2799145547223274409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/2799145547223274409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/2799145547223274409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-first-christmas-away-from-home.html' title='Our First Christmas Away from Home'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-116630773279729418</id><published>2006-12-16T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:22:12.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm married to the Grinch!</title><content type='html'>I went shopping last night and came home around midnight with a sweet gift for my husband. Exhausted from the shopping I went to bed..against my better instict without wrapping his gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a I got up early, went to the gym came home, showered and headed off to Choir practice without a second thought about that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I was chatting with Chris about our comming week and the shopping that needs to be completed when he informed me that he found his gift and knows what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then chased me around the house so that he could get the gift from me so he could read the package!!!&lt;br /&gt;I threatened to take it back, but then I wrapped it while pouting and making a small scene. Okay, Okay I made a big scene but you have to know that he does this every year and this year he even bought his own gift in November.. &lt;br /&gt;He completely STOLE CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. just like the story goes.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/604435/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/378921/max.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came without ribbons! It came without tags!&lt;br /&gt;"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"&lt;br /&gt;And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends I dont feel so sad.. Christmas will come even though he did make me Mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/985353/ih18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/708808/ih18.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a pic of what I got him by the way you might as well see it since he already has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-116630773279729418?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116630773279729418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=116630773279729418' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116630773279729418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116630773279729418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-married-to-grinch.html' title='I&apos;m married to the Grinch!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-116483324908540010</id><published>2006-11-29T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:47:29.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' Birthday party</title><content type='html'>Hello all, the following are pics from Chris' birthday Party. We had race car table cloth and napkins to match! We had plenty to munch on including a Clown Ice cream Cake from the good ol' DQ. To top off the night we played Commercial Crazies (thanks Mum and Dad) He recieved all kinds of gifts (despite the "NO GIFT" warning on the invite) What can I say except we've been blessed with good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/137801/DSCI0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/121017/DSCI0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Debbie and Joy are making decorating plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/64694/DSCI0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/838851/DSCI0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Greg is enjoying some chips and dip (thanks for the Dip Heather!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/997809/DSCI0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/463288/DSCI0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/185827/DSCI0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/541186/DSCI0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Salt and Pepper Chips, MY FAVORITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/55810/DSCI0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/604452/DSCI0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile you party animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/310816/DSCI0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/451739/DSCI0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Card was converted for a 22 year old.. too cute.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-116483324908540010?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116483324908540010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=116483324908540010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116483324908540010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116483324908540010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/11/chris-birthday-party.html' title='Chris&apos; Birthday party'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-116484437358601185</id><published>2006-11-29T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:52:53.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas At Foundations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/259271/DSCI0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/75928/DSCI0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Foundations means I had the distinct pleasure of planning, creating and riding on  the Foundations Christmas Float.&lt;br /&gt;We decided that our theme would be a Gangsta's Christmas. We choose this theme because the majority of the students who frequent Foundations are wanna be Gangsta's. So, for Costume all girls were to arrive in White Hoodies &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/900097/DSCI0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/200/396306/DSCI0062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys in their regular attire (Black Hoodies) the girls wore Garland in their hair to look like angels and the guys wore red (TEC) scarves.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/505580/DSCI0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/200/767077/DSCI0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/485539/DSCI0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/223055/DSCI0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Float was decked out in Christmas lights and my Tree ( I used other decorations so It wouldn't feel like my tree). The Students sat on bails of Straw and I stood at the back of the Float behind a make shift counter and dished up Chili, compliments of Capt. Shawn Branch. We had a sign at the front of our Float reading " Christmas at Foundations" and the students ate the chili just as if we were at Foundations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/925561/DSCI0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/320/252078/DSCI0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real give away that we were Gangsta other then the Hoodies and Mary Jane Bandanas,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/1600/595717/DSCI0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/14/3802/200/151012/DSCI0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was the Gangsta Music, we were the loudest float by far as we pumped out Christian Christmas Rap. I found a CD online called "Gift Rap". It's actually not bad. Anywho, here are some pics... If I have the energy I might put together a slide show with some gangsta music but the pics with have to do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-116484437358601185?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116484437358601185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=116484437358601185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116484437358601185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116484437358601185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-at-foundations.html' title='A Christmas At Foundations'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-116330240498759730</id><published>2006-11-11T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:33:24.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Gray's Pizza Crust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%203.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Picture%203.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dear friend named Gray&lt;br /&gt;About her, I have one thing to say&lt;br /&gt;She makes a Pizza crust that blows them all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray your recipe has made me famous you see.&lt;br /&gt;I made it for a few and they ate it all with glee.&lt;br /&gt;After which they all exclaimed your Pizza sets me Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends now think that Im the one&lt;br /&gt;Who makes the best pizza under the sun&lt;br /&gt;And so dear Gray I simply should say, I love you a ton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-116330240498759730?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116330240498759730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=116330240498759730' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116330240498759730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116330240498759730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/11/tribute-to-grays-pizza-crust.html' title='A tribute to Gray&apos;s Pizza Crust'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-116300315280469369</id><published>2006-11-08T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:15:20.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it would get cold already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%203.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Picture%203.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had enough of this ridiculously warm weather! Who wants to wake up in a sweat in the middle of November. Seriously though. We put extra blankets on the bed because the temperature had been dropping in the middle of the night and we were getting cold. Now, though, it is too warm for the extra blankets this rainy warm weather is for the BIRDS I say.&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the cool tempuratures and the Snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%202.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Picture%202.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the Snow and I think its high time we see some.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds like a strange rant but if you know me you know how I feel about snow... I love it! I prefer to drive in it over the rain and its much prettier than the end of Fall look: "Death".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%204.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Picture%204.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall generally is my favorite time of year, but only when the leaves are changing and beginning to fall. Once they have all fallen I am ready for the glisten of snow. Plus, Snow makes it feel more like Christmas, and Christmas is coming very quickly. It's only 1 month and 17 days away. You must know that I also really love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%205.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Picture%205.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess I'm one of those romantic types that loves the silly things in life like, Walking in the Leaves in the Fall, the smell of Brisk Fresh Air, the glisten of Snow on a tree and across the lawn, the dazzle of falling snow at night, the reflection of Christmas lights on the snow, the Twinkle of a Christmas Tree, the coziness of Hot Chocolat and popcorn (vouch for me Jen and Gray), you know all that mushy stuff.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%206.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Picture%206.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%207.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Picture%207.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its a rainy day which is only nice when you have some company to watch  movies with, I miss my husband and my girls from SJ. So For now, I say Booo to the Rain and YAY to the Snow.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Winter everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-116300315280469369?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116300315280469369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=116300315280469369' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116300315280469369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116300315280469369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wish-it-would-get-cold-already.html' title='I wish it would get cold already.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-116285077388865180</id><published>2006-11-06T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:08:11.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Denomination is your Bra?</title><content type='html'>I recieved this today from a couple of my Aunts. It is quite funny. Please Ladies know that I love all of you the way you are no matter you cup size or denomination. Also know that most of what is said about each could be said about them all.&lt;br /&gt; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Denomination is your BRA?          &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Picture%205.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/200/Picture%205.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked into the ladies department of a Macy's and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, "I'd like to buy a bra for my wife."&lt;br /&gt;"What type of bra?" asked the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;" Type?" inquires the man, "There's more than one type?&lt;br /&gt;"Look around," said the saleslady, as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, color and material imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from." &lt;br /&gt;Relieved, the man asked about the types. The saleslady replied:&lt;br /&gt;There are the Catholic, the Salvation Army, the Presbyterian, and the Baptist types. Which one would you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now totally befuddled, the man asked about the differences between them.&lt;br /&gt;The Saleslady responded, "It is all really quite simple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catholic type supports the masses.&lt;br /&gt;The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen,&lt;br /&gt;The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright, and&lt;br /&gt;The Baptist makes mountains out of mole hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes?&lt;br /&gt;If you have wondered why, but couldn't figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{A} Almost Boobs...&lt;br /&gt;{B} Barely there. &lt;br /&gt;{C} Can't Complain!&lt;br /&gt;{D} Dang!&lt;br /&gt;{DD} Double dang!&lt;br /&gt;{E} Enormous!&lt;br /&gt;{F} Fake. &lt;br /&gt;{G} Get a Reduction.&lt;br /&gt;{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forgot the German bra. &lt;br /&gt;Holtzemfromfloppen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-116285077388865180?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116285077388865180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=116285077388865180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116285077388865180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116285077388865180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/11/which-denomination-is-your-bra.html' title='Which Denomination is your Bra?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-116197400326374663</id><published>2006-10-27T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:33:23.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots has happened</title><content type='html'>Okay so I had said I would blog often and I haven't. For a while I didnt have much to blog about and then I got really busy and simply didn't have time. Now I do, and have lots to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new job now working from home "YEAH!". The Lord has heard my prayer and delivered me from Subway.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. The people of Subway treated me well and who's to say that I won't ever work there again. You just never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am now working for Foundations as the Programmer and Fundraiser. My job title only describes a part of what I do but it will have to do as we can't think of another title. I will be working with them until the end of March and I started this past Monday. I was officially Hired on Tuesday of last week and was training my replacement the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I am replacable.. sigh... Actually the whole thing couldnt have been planned any better if I had done it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meeting with Capt. Paul just the other day and we decided that it didnt make sense for me to persue a job as a parish based youth leader right now as it would take me away from the ministry that I am already involved in here in Centre Hastings.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after a different sort of job opportunity came up and I was in the midst of persuing it but unsure as it would ivolve alot of travel and only a few hours a week. I would have probably needed a second job. &lt;br /&gt;As I was praying about this I was continuing my usual work at Subway and was thinking "Lord, I can't do another winter of napkin folding!". I then carried on and went home at the end of my shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I had a phone call (right away) asking me if I want a job ( a grant from the governement kind of job)&lt;br /&gt;Of course I said yes! And that was it.. I was hired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am working at Foundations.&lt;br /&gt;THanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;Jen- former Sandwhich artist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-116197400326374663?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116197400326374663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=116197400326374663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116197400326374663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/116197400326374663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/10/lots-has-happened.html' title='Lots has happened'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-115895656289641064</id><published>2006-09-22T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:51:25.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pens that Bling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/Photo%2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/Photo%2015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day , filled with good food and good deals.&lt;br /&gt;The start was a little shakey.  Our original plan to go to Ikea was changed to a trip to Oshawa and some one who was suppose to come, coudn't, due to her 2 year old having bad pains in her tummy. (it was heart breaking to watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived in Oshawa we decided that Chucky Cheese would be a great place to eat since we did have 3 little ones on board. Though, if we were totally honest, we went there for us. After some awesome Pizza with salt and pepper (debbie couldn't have it any other way) we played tons of games and won tickets, collectively we had 94 (finding one after redeeming them) and cashed them in for a sucker and small toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to hit the mall. While there I shopped for accessories and had great success at a place called "ICING by claires". For those of you in SJ who dont have this store its the Big GIrl version of Claires. I purchased 3 neclaces for $7 (A Good deal in my world) and a ton of Pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pens were set up at the check out (sneaky check out people) and they were only 99 cents. This is a price that is hard to walk away from especially when the pens are brightly colored and adorned with rhinestones. Now tell me what girl does not like pens that bling !? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that the pens would make adorable gifts and bought 8 of them. If you recieve one of these pens from me please do not be offended by its small price tag. Instead, know that I love you and was thinking of you while spending my money. If you do not recieve a pen from me, also do not be offended as I probally don't normally give you gifts anyway. Plus I'm not made of money and can not justify buying 20 pens. However, I do still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete our day out we had ice cream (death by chocolate for me) topped off with sprinkles. I then snoozed the whole way home. ( I only snored once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was good and left me feeling exhausted and refreshed all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my reading about my day as much as I enjoyed the day itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-115895656289641064?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115895656289641064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=115895656289641064' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115895656289641064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115895656289641064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/09/pens-that-bling.html' title='Pens that Bling'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-115879084440862600</id><published>2006-09-20T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:23:38.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy.. by Doctor's Orders</title><content type='html'>Today Chris and I were visiting with our Obgyn and she informed us that we have officially had our second miscarriage and then proceeded to ask what day is good for us to schedule my surgery. I informed her that tomorrow is bad because I have been planning a trip to IKEA with some of my dear gal friends and she said.. "You Go! Absolutely " She agreed that i was due for some solid "Girl time and Serious Retail Therapy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ikea.com/img/logos/logo92x33.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I was blessed today with a gift of $25 from another dear friend to go toward the purchase of "something cute and completly useless" for myself from IKEA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before me lies a full day of healing through shopping and the exciting task of finding something cute and useless (shouldn't be too hard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog again to let you know what I found and how my first therapy session went.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-115879084440862600?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115879084440862600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=115879084440862600' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115879084440862600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115879084440862600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/09/retail-therapy-by-doctors-orders.html' title='Retail Therapy.. by Doctor&apos;s Orders'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-115838004504324540</id><published>2006-09-15T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:14:05.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/vermont%20cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/vermont%20cloud.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As most of you know, Chris and I have been waiting for some test results for a good week and a bit and thankfully will be recieving them sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;   During this period of time though, I have discovered yet again that I am not a patient person and am very quick to jump to conclusions, most ofte assuming the worst.&lt;br /&gt; I have been struggling a great deal with my own level of faith and trust.. I Have faith, believing that God has the best intentions for me and will see me through whatever comes our way. I don't seem to have much trust though that it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I get that God will make all things good for his Glory, but I don't trust.. at least I dont think I trust enough that it wil be okay with me. Does this make sense to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure in a few days it will all make sense to me and I may regret my vulnerability,though like Reed said, we have a safe group of friends with whom we can bare our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-115838004504324540?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115838004504324540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=115838004504324540' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115838004504324540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115838004504324540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-115836392043437823</id><published>2006-09-15T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:45:20.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling in Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/1600/JC%20Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/14/3802/320/JC%20Beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This post is dedicated to my dear sweet Husband. He has graciously guided me through setting up this lovely new website which I totally did not want to do (only because I couldnt come up with a name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anway he asked me tp enter a second post so that an empty space on my site could be filled (he's very picky when it comes to web sites).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This should just about fill that space so I am now going to tend to more important things like photo albums and lists of friends, you know the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for putting up with my sarcasism and slight attitude. Im sure the Lord will convict me and I will go back and change some of the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-115836392043437823?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115836392043437823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=115836392043437823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115836392043437823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115836392043437823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/09/filling-in-space.html' title='Filling in Space'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34493161.post-115836254505047640</id><published>2006-09-15T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T19:22:25.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment this!</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog.. a place to whine.. I wanted to leave comments on my snobby friends blogs and I couldnt because THEY were set up so that only "bloggers" could leave comments, so Comment this!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34493161-115836254505047640?l=jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115836254505047640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34493161&amp;postID=115836254505047640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115836254505047640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34493161/posts/default/115836254505047640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenreallyspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/09/comment-this.html' title='Comment this!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12649522686294196093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m62/jenreallyspeaking/Picture2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
