<?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-4288995259553471006</id><updated>2011-09-30T06:14:22.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Jen's World in Fate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-9025727144886566671</id><published>2010-12-27T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:02:11.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 facts about me</title><content type='html'>18 random tidbits about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Inside my purse, you’ll discover: I have a ton of junk in there. Pens,&lt;br /&gt;makeup, wallet, iphone, tylenol, hand sanitizer, bandaids, allergy meds, tums, tylenol, gift cards, nail file &amp; polish, sunglasses, several lipglosses and chapsticks, lotion, gum, businesscards, gum, flash drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My secret talent is: I honestly can't think of a secret talent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If stranded on an island, the five things I could not live without are:&lt;br /&gt;chapstick, phone, dr.pepper, pillow and blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On my nightstand you’ll find: lamp, water bottles, book(s), phone charger,&lt;br /&gt;(right now a portable dvd player), picture of me &amp; Jeff, remotes, ad for Bed&lt;br /&gt;Bath &amp; Beyond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I grew up, I wanted to be: a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My worst job: I liked all my jobs alot. I guess when I worked at the&lt;br /&gt;brokerage firm, I was the least challenged and knew that was not my lifelong&lt;br /&gt;career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My comfort food: mac &amp; cheese, ice cream and dr. pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Three songs on my IPOD’s most played list: Glee anything, Michael Buble, and&lt;br /&gt;musicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The three books that make me think of my childhood:-To Kill a Mockingbird,&lt;br /&gt;Babysitters Club, and Sweet Valley High books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.My favorite Chick Flick: Bridget Jones' Diary (watched it 3 times on Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.My favorite Chick Lit book: I like the shopaholic series, Nicholas Sparks (is&lt;br /&gt;he chick lit? Somehow I doubt it), Jane Green, I love all chick lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My “must see” TV: Here goes - Glee, Hell's Kitchen, the Office, Psych, Good&lt;br /&gt;Guys (yes, I'm the only one who likes it), So You Think You Can Dance, Big&lt;br /&gt;Brother, How I Met Your Mother, Big Bang, House, My Boys, House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My Starbucks order: Non-fat Venti Iced Chai Latte with easy ice and salted caramel hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My favorite curse word: Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 My celebrity man crush: John Cusack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My celebrity girl crush: None at the moment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My writer crush: Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My last meal before execution: Steak &amp; Sushi w/truffle mac &amp; cheese and ice&lt;br /&gt;cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-9025727144886566671?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9025727144886566671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/18-facts-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/9025727144886566671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/9025727144886566671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/18-facts-about-me.html' title='18 facts about me'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-8079082931300997708</id><published>2010-12-23T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:35:51.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're not working</title><content type='html'>The antibiotics are over.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if they are working or not.  So far, no BFP.  Every time my pyramid shows up, I'm sad.  &lt;br /&gt;I go to my dr this month and Jeff goes back early February.  I'm excited to see his results and to know what we do next.  Obviously doing this on our own is still not working, even though Jeff was hopeful it would.  &lt;br /&gt;He is so positive that things will work out and we will get pregnant naturally.  I just can't feel the same.  I can't even picture myself pregnant.  Is that because we have been trying for so long or is it because I never will be and my body knows this?  That's a sad thought.  I'm hoping it because I am just scared to get my hopes up.  &lt;br /&gt;I know this, no fun Christmas announcement for us :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-8079082931300997708?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8079082931300997708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/theyre-not-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8079082931300997708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8079082931300997708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/theyre-not-working.html' title='They&apos;re not working'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6469810308575445702</id><published>2010-12-23T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:36:58.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Game</title><content type='html'>USING ONLY ONE WORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone Right&lt;br /&gt;Significant other?  Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Your hair?  Annoying&lt;br /&gt;Your mother?  Awesome&lt;br /&gt;Your father? Best&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite thing?  family&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night?  Scary&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite drink?  Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;What room are you in?  Den&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby?  Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Your fear?  Throwing up&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years?  Mom&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?  Hosting&lt;br /&gt;Something that you aren't?  Bored&lt;br /&gt;Muffins?  Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Wish list item? Baby&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you did?  Oranges&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?  Sweats&lt;br /&gt;TV?  Movie&lt;br /&gt;Your pets?  Funny&lt;br /&gt;Friends?  Spectacular&lt;br /&gt;Your life?  Busy&lt;br /&gt;Your mood?  Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?  Always&lt;br /&gt;Drinking?  Water&lt;br /&gt;Your car?  Altima&lt;br /&gt;Something you're not wearing?  Earmuffs&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite store?  Target&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color?  Blue&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried?  Month&lt;br /&gt;Who will resend this?  Nobody&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to over and over?  Work&lt;br /&gt;Five people who email me regularly?  Mom, Jeff, Dodie, Dr. B, Professors&lt;br /&gt;My favorite place to eat?  Chipotle&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place I'd like to be at right now?  Bed&lt;br /&gt;Four people I think will respond?      Nobody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6469810308575445702?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6469810308575445702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-word-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6469810308575445702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6469810308575445702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-word-game.html' title='One Word Game'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3874533654928380731</id><published>2010-11-27T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T09:00:04.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten: One confession</title><content type='html'>Day Ten: One confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I still worry about what people think, even though I don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3874533654928380731?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3874533654928380731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-ten-one-confession.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3874533654928380731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3874533654928380731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-ten-one-confession.html' title='Day Ten: One confession'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-906976463976588681</id><published>2010-11-26T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T08:00:03.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.</title><content type='html'>Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Snuggling with Poopers&lt;br /&gt;2.  Christmas is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-906976463976588681?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/906976463976588681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-nine-two-smileys-that-describe-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/906976463976588681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/906976463976588681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-nine-two-smileys-that-describe-your.html' title='Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3438751294305330435</id><published>2010-11-25T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:00:02.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight: Three turn ons.</title><content type='html'>Day Eight: Three turn ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;2.  Caressing my face&lt;br /&gt;3.  Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3438751294305330435?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3438751294305330435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-eight-three-turn-ons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3438751294305330435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3438751294305330435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-eight-three-turn-ons.html' title='Day Eight: Three turn ons.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-9098084446876211787</id><published>2010-11-24T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:00:08.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven: Four turn offs.</title><content type='html'>Day Seven: Four turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bad teeth&lt;br /&gt;2.  Flip flops on guys&lt;br /&gt;3.  Disrespect&lt;br /&gt;4.  Conceit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-9098084446876211787?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9098084446876211787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-seven-four-turn-offs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/9098084446876211787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/9098084446876211787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-seven-four-turn-offs.html' title='Day Seven: Four turn offs.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1724479161502852632</id><published>2010-11-23T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:01:02.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)</title><content type='html'>Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My parents&lt;br /&gt;2.  My nephew&lt;br /&gt;3.  Jeff&lt;br /&gt;4.  My old youth pastor, Brian&lt;br /&gt;5.  Poopers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1724479161502852632?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1724479161502852632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-six-five-people-who-mean-lot-in-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1724479161502852632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1724479161502852632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-six-five-people-who-mean-lot-in-no.html' title='Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6355439911746631834</id><published>2010-11-21T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:51:09.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The begining</title><content type='html'>Almost 2 years ago Jeff and I started trying to have a baby.  We weren't super serious about it.  We just thought it would happen when it was supposed to happen.  It didn't.  It didn't happen for a year.  &lt;br /&gt;In May we started getting serious about it.  We tracked days, we used the sticks.  I watched other people get pregnant.  I have seen their bellies grow.  I'm excited for them but sad at the same time.  I have dealt with the question at the showers "when is it your turn".  I don't know how to answer that.  I don't want to answer that.  I dread that question.  &lt;br /&gt;So I went to my doctor.  She did some bloodwork.  We ran some tests.  I even had a test called a hysterosalpingogram.  That is more than a little pressure - which is what they told me.  They put a catheter in your uterus and shoot a die up there to see if the tubes are working.  It HURT.  &lt;br /&gt;My tubes are A-Ok.  She did determine that I may not ovulate every month.  So I get to take clomid, or something like it, once Jeff got tested as well.  &lt;br /&gt;Jeff went to the dr too.  He is now on a month of antibiotics!  It looks like he has an infection.  The doctor is hoping the antibiotics will hopefully make everything ok and then we can start the clomid.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Buckner Adoption Agency.  They had an information meeting the other night.  Jeff and I talked it over.  We are going to wait to see what the antibiotics do and then see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6355439911746631834?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6355439911746631834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/begining.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6355439911746631834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6355439911746631834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/begining.html' title='The begining'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-249920605643884383</id><published>2010-11-21T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:39:46.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog gift exchange</title><content type='html'>I just signed up to do an online gift exchange :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With work and school, I haven't had time to get into the holiday spirit.  I hope this will help!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to click on the button on the side and sign up - should be lots of fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-249920605643884383?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/249920605643884383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-gift-exchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/249920605643884383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/249920605643884383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-gift-exchange.html' title='Blog gift exchange'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3075140388723111273</id><published>2010-11-12T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:48:15.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.</title><content type='html'>Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Dated B&lt;br /&gt;2.  Stayed so shy&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thrown up&lt;br /&gt;4.  Quit softball as a kid&lt;br /&gt;5.  Wasted so much money&lt;br /&gt;6.  Fought with him so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3075140388723111273?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3075140388723111273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-five-six-things-you-wish-youd-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3075140388723111273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3075140388723111273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-five-six-things-you-wish-youd-never.html' title='Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-9109131557782591632</id><published>2010-11-12T21:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T06:18:32.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.</title><content type='html'>Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I need a nap&lt;br /&gt;2.  I want a baby&lt;br /&gt;3.  I want to cuddle with Poopers&lt;br /&gt;4.  Dr.Pepper&lt;br /&gt;5.  What fun can we do&lt;br /&gt;6.  Where is my to-do list&lt;br /&gt;7.  What is due this week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-9109131557782591632?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9109131557782591632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-four-seven-things-that-cross-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/9109131557782591632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/9109131557782591632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-four-seven-things-that-cross-your.html' title='Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4358117809602264626</id><published>2010-11-12T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:37:24.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.</title><content type='html'>Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bring me starbucks&lt;br /&gt;2.  Make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;3.  Hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;4.  Humor me when I get a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;5.  Settle me when I get too crazy&lt;br /&gt;6.  Love my animals&lt;br /&gt;7.  Love my family&lt;br /&gt;8.  Remember things I talk about and reference/use them later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4358117809602264626?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4358117809602264626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-three-eight-ways-to-win-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4358117809602264626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4358117809602264626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-three-eight-ways-to-win-your-heart.html' title='Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4596640746746155790</id><published>2010-11-12T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:49:45.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two: Nine things about yourself.</title><content type='html'>Day Two: Nine things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I can't small talk.  I'm too shy and can't think of things to talk about.  I hate mingling parties because of it.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I love when people ask me to do things.  I try everything in my power to accept because I don't want to stop being invited.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I doubt myself when I am in class.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am good at my job.  I am efficient and fast and I continue looking for ideas to help the kids.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I want a baby so bad it sometimes hurts.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Anything romantic makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I gave up Dr.Pepper and caffeine in August and I still crave them.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I can't wait to build our own house.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I love eating out.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I cannot wait for Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4596640746746155790?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4596640746746155790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-two-nine-things-about-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4596640746746155790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4596640746746155790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-two-nine-things-about-yourself.html' title='Day Two: Nine things about yourself.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7281650315865204893</id><published>2010-11-12T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T05:41:26.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.</title><content type='html'>Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this 10 days of blogs from another blogger.  I wish I could remember who!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I hate that things changed&lt;br /&gt;2.  I miss you&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am lucky to have you&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'm proud of who you've become&lt;br /&gt;5.  When you leave me out, it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;6.  Please consider me, I would do a great job&lt;br /&gt;7.  Sometimes I don't know how to deal with you&lt;br /&gt;8.  I wish we were closer&lt;br /&gt;9.  You aren't as great as you think you are&lt;br /&gt;10.  I'm so thankful for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7281650315865204893?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7281650315865204893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-one-ten-things-you-want-to-say-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7281650315865204893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7281650315865204893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-one-ten-things-you-want-to-say-to.html' title='Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7424884231838823283</id><published>2010-11-12T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:17:20.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing shift</title><content type='html'>As you know, Jeff works nights.  He usually doesn't come home until 2 or 3 in the morning.  I don't see him until the weekends.  I do realize some people have it worse than this but I miss him.  I want to go out to eat with him on a school night.  I want to come home after a bad day and get a hug or a back rub.  &lt;br /&gt;Well.....&lt;br /&gt;He is moving to swing shift in December!!!  I am pretty excited.  I worry how it will affect his sleep patterns or what will happen if we have babies, but I love that I will see him more.  He will do 2 weeks on days, 2 weeks on mid shift, and 2 weeks on nights.  Then he will start over.  I can't wait!!  1/3 of our time we will be living a normal routine :)  I'm counting down the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7424884231838823283?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7424884231838823283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/swing-shift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7424884231838823283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7424884231838823283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/swing-shift.html' title='Swing shift'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-501970319781080273</id><published>2010-11-12T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T12:09:30.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feelers</title><content type='html'>I've talked about my feelings before.  I do realize I am more sensitive than others.  I take things personally that I probably shouldn't.  (sometimes I should!)&lt;br /&gt;I like doing nice things for people.  I don't mind not getting recognized for it or anything.  What bothers me is when someone does the same thing as me and does get recognized for it and I still don't.  That is when it kinda bothers me.  It shouldn't.  I should still be doing it for non-selfish reasons.  Is that the green eyed monster coming out?  I'm sure it is.  He's been rearing his ugly head a lot more lately.  &lt;br /&gt;That's another reason I am working on this blog again.  To sort things out and balance my life back out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-501970319781080273?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/501970319781080273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-feelers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/501970319781080273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/501970319781080273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-feelers.html' title='My feelers'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2658772897925074183</id><published>2010-11-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:27:08.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe it?</title><content type='html'>I'm posting again.  &lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've posted.  I did so well right after the new year.  Then life got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need something to keep me sane.  I have taken on a lot of stuff this year.  I'm sure it was too much but I'm not the type to sit around and wait.  I'm impatient - I want things to happen right away.&lt;br /&gt;I started my doctoral program for educational administration.  I also started a certification program for my principal certification.  As part of the doc cohort I take two classes a semester with the same group for two years.  I'm also taking my cert classes so that I can become certified as soon as possible.  Which means, I am taking 4 classes this semester.  I thought it would be tough but I could do it.  Obviously I am doing it but it gets to be a little much at times.  Only 4 more weeks :)  I will never take 4 classes a semester and hold down a more than full time job again!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so overwhelmed I just wonder if it is worth it.  I know it is but when I am stressed out and have 4 papers due in one week, it makes me think.  I have had less time for fun and family as well.  Jeff has been great about understanding it and picking up the slack for the most part.  Of course, I do freak out from time to time.  &lt;br /&gt;It's funny to me now when I listen to people complain about their jobs or their classes.  I used to hear people complain about their 2 classes and how that is a full load.  (or even 3)  I hate it but I have a hard time feeling sorry for anyone now after what I've been through this semester.  I can be empathetic still because I know exactly how it feels!  &lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to talk about.  I will keep this one semi-short.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2658772897925074183?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2658772897925074183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-you-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2658772897925074183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2658772897925074183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can you believe it?'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2529829635103982975</id><published>2010-10-15T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T06:20:21.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this video.</title><content type='html'>I know our situation is not as bad as some.  I do think that we will have to have help to get pregnant as it hasn't happened yet.  My heart goes out to everyone else who struggles with IF as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEURQqzKjuY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEURQqzKjuY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2529829635103982975?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2529829635103982975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-this-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2529829635103982975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2529829635103982975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-this-video.html' title='I love this video.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7484920065842104726</id><published>2010-09-03T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:44:10.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>I realize I haven't posted since May.  Holy cow!  That's a long time. &lt;br /&gt;I started my classes and barely had time to breathe, much less do anything fun like blogging.  &lt;br /&gt;This summer I started and finished the first 2 of my doc classes.  Yay. We started back up on the 31st so I'm back to booked until December!  I'm a bit nuts and I'm taking 4 classes.  Really.  And staying at work until 5 or 6 (sometimes 7) each night.  Poor pup is being neglected.  The only good thing about Jeff working nights is that I am not neglecting him as well.  &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I HATE that he works nights.  This week especially.  The first two weeks of school are the worst of the whole year.  I feel so behind and can't catch up... pretty much stays like that the whole year.  I want someone to rub my head and help me relax when I get home.  Poops kisses my face but her nails hurt when she tries to rub my head :) I have missed him a lot this week.  I miss him alot right now.  Just me and the pup.  Occasionally the cat comes around for a back scratch or two.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Glee (I know, why am I not reading my homework?) and they sang Total Eclipse of the Heart.  I cried.  It's a sad episode.  Poor Rachel and Jessy. Poor Jessy, really.  I loved him.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly going to try to be better about blogging.  I have a lot to stay, just have no idea how to say it or sort it all out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7484920065842104726?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7484920065842104726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-this-thing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7484920065842104726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7484920065842104726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-this-thing-on.html' title='Is this thing on?'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-831340668052630832</id><published>2010-05-05T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T12:04:03.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I owned an iPhone.  How sad is that?  Now it is even sneaking into my dreams.  June!  That's when I upgrade.  Guess what I am hoping for? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-831340668052630832?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/831340668052630832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/05/iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/831340668052630832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/831340668052630832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/05/iphone.html' title='iPhone'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6988083727085692399</id><published>2010-04-12T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:18:40.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream...</title><content type='html'>I was at some library/half price book store.  (Think the library on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer tv show)  Jeff and I were looking for books with neat quotes in them about music or food.  We couldn't find any and we kept looking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Then we go into the next room which is like a salvation army store.  But off to the side is a small room with a bed.  Someone was sleeping in the bed.  All of these backpacks and bags were piled in the corner.  A little girl told me that the homeless people come in and sleep in that bed.  She wished she was asleep in that bed right then.  The person was covered in a comforter so I never saw them.  &lt;br /&gt;In the bigger room were racks and racks of clothes.  I was looking at a rack and saw a small button up Christmas sweater with gingerbread men all over them.  (My mom has them all over her kitchen during the holidays)  It was originally a $120 marked down to $10.  It was tiny and not cute.  But I had to have it for her.  I was folding it over my arm and some old lady came up and asked to see it.  As she was looking at it, she tried to take it from me.  She told her old lady friend that it was the one she wanted - as I was standing there holding it!  I wouldn't give it to her because I wanted it for mom (even though it wouldn't fit her - she could use it to make a pillow or something!)  The old lady kept telling me she found it last week.  But she didn't get.  Finders keepers right?  I finally yanked it out of her hands.  I woke up after that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?  One bed for all homeless people, I don't need more neat quotes, I'm mean to old ladies.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6988083727085692399?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6988083727085692399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6988083727085692399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6988083727085692399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream...'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2592224869811521329</id><published>2010-04-09T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:05:06.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What teachers make</title><content type='html'>I've seen this before but I really like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.  One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"   To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Barbara . Be honest. What do you make?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Barbara, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, then began...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You want to know what I make? (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make kids wonder.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make them question.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make them apologize and mean it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn't &lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make them read, read, read.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about English while preserving their unique cultural identity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life ( Barbara paused one last time and then continued.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You want to know what I make?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I MAKE A DIFFERENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you make Mr. CEO?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His jaw dropped, he went silent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2592224869811521329?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2592224869811521329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-teachers-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2592224869811521329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2592224869811521329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-teachers-make.html' title='What teachers make'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-954205905303983771</id><published>2010-04-08T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:39:39.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>99 Things I Ought to Have Done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this interesting from Minivan Mom and thought I would give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Copy the list, bold the ones you've done (with explanations if needed), share with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower - saw one.  Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain (grew up in East Bay outside of San Francisco. Used to go with my dad all the time)&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped &lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Watched a thunder and lightning storm &lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch - I attempted to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Held a lamb &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon 28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Been on a cruise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors - pretty sure that is Texas :)&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Sung karaoke &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt &lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Had your portrait painted - from a picture &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma &lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving &lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy &lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten caviar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square &lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been a passenger on a motorcycle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Bought a brand new car &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Sat on a jury - just last Monday!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Joined a book club &lt;br /&gt;93. Got a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit - was threatened&lt;br /&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Been stung by a bee - on the back of the neck on the way to drill team practice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-954205905303983771?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/954205905303983771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/99-things-i-ought-to-have-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/954205905303983771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/954205905303983771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/99-things-i-ought-to-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1934983656436170965</id><published>2010-04-07T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:37:22.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Notes</title><content type='html'>My student aids have used their sign in book as a way to pass notes to each other.  Little phrases to one another just to say hi.  &lt;br /&gt;That reminded me of my days in high school.  I used to have spiral notebooks with certain friends.  We would pass notes back and forth with those notebooks.  And when we finished, we would trade off who got to keep it.  I still have quite a few of those.  I loved those.  We got to decorate them how we wanted and we got to say whatever we wanted in them.  It was better than email!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I also had a friend who lived out of town.  We would actually send letters.  I would wait not so patiently for his letter to arrive 7 or 8 days after I sent mine off.  Sometimes we would race to see who could send it back the fastest.  I loved going to the mailbox and seeing that he wrote me.  I loved seeing his handwriting and noticing what all he scratched out and what he drew.  I liked trying to see what he scratched out and what he was trying to write.  I would dissect each letter while waiting on the next one.  He sucks at email these days.  Maybe we should go back to letters.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I remembered was in English class.  I think 10th grade year?  I wrote a little Hi! in the corner of my desk.  A few days later, there was a hi back.  I couldn't believe it.  So me and this un-known person would leave little messages for each other on the desk!  (shhh... don't tell my teachers.  OR my students now!)  Those little notes got longer and soon we were leaving notes inside the desk for each other.  I think it was a while before we knew who each other was.  It was kinda fun.  A secret game and something to look forward to in English class :)  He had the best handwriting in a boy I had ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;Just some things I was thinking of today after I saw those little messages in the sign in book.  Which of course, they are not supposed to do.  Bad students :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1934983656436170965?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1934983656436170965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/04/passing-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1934983656436170965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1934983656436170965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/04/passing-notes.html' title='Passing Notes'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-939045683156722562</id><published>2010-02-11T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:35:37.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>I have been slacking with my blog lately.  I wrote every day in January and I think I burnt myself out.  Or ran out of words?!  Ran out of time?!&lt;br /&gt;I have been spreading myself pretty thin lately.  With me taking 9 hours, playing with my girls once a week, counseling, and my job - I hardly have time to breathe or sleep!  I need a break :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells like cabbage in my office.  I hate cabbage.  Why would my office smell like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-939045683156722562?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/939045683156722562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/slacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/939045683156722562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/939045683156722562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-5649322635934922619</id><published>2010-02-04T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:24:43.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl</title><content type='html'>So I have a friend who asked if she could watch the Superbowl with us.  I thought that will be fun!  Why not ask everyone else as well.  &lt;br /&gt;So I did.  &lt;br /&gt;Turns out, almost everyone has plans.  If all of my friends have plans, why did I not have any?  Why was I not invited to one stinkin' superbowl gathering.  That is very sad.  It makes me feel pretty crummy, too.  &lt;br /&gt;I always invite everyone to my things.  I don't want to make anyone feel bad and I certainly don't want to talk about something that they were not invited to in front of them.  I would know - it makes me feel like crap to hear about all the fun they had without inviting me.  &lt;br /&gt;I realize not everyone is as sensitive as me.  It probably doesn't hurt their feelings (or wouldn't, if it happened) like it does mine.  But I can't help but still try to protect their feelings.  I don't want to be the one to make anyone feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just venting, really.  With all these people busy, why was I not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-5649322635934922619?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5649322635934922619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/5649322635934922619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/5649322635934922619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowl.html' title='Superbowl'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4361492558315684918</id><published>2010-02-01T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:40:15.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure they are odd - but here are 50</title><content type='html'>50 ODD Things about you! If you opened this, FILL IT OUT! Learn about your friends,and let them learn 50 things about you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Favorite object in your room? &lt;br /&gt;My bed.  There isn’t much else in here, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Have you ever smoked heroin? &lt;br /&gt;Do you know me at all?  Nope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you own guns? &lt;br /&gt;Jeff does.  I don’t.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What do you drink at sonic? &lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Dr.Pepper with light ice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is your favorite food? &lt;br /&gt;Steak, Mexican, anything comfort food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Last person you kissed? &lt;br /&gt;Jeff before he left for Home Depot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Favorite song? &lt;br /&gt;The new Chris Daughtry song (don’t know the name) and Imma Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you prefer to drink in the morning? &lt;br /&gt;Dr.Pepper &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can you do push ups? &lt;br /&gt;yes – girl style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Can you do a chin up? &lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? &lt;br /&gt;My engagement ring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you like blue cheese? &lt;br /&gt;In small doses, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What is your bagel of choice? &lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What is one thing you like about yourself? &lt;br /&gt;That I am a hard worker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What’s one trait that you hate about yourself? &lt;br /&gt;I can be lazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What’s your middle name? &lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment. &lt;br /&gt;what homework should I finish today, what will we do for dinner, am I hot or cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Name 3 things you bought today? &lt;br /&gt;Old Navy, lunch at TGI Fridays, hand saw at Home Depot (well, he’s about to buy that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Name 3 -5 drinks you drink regularly? &lt;br /&gt;water, Dr.Pepper, non-fat Iced Chai Latte, Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Current worry? &lt;br /&gt;Getting everything that I need to,done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Current hate right now? &lt;br /&gt;No hate I don’t think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Current wish? &lt;br /&gt;a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) How did you bring in the New Year? &lt;br /&gt;with Jeff at the Sushi place and then to my parents for some cards.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Where would you like to be right now if you could choose? &lt;br /&gt;A beach with a chair, book, and fruity drink (and Jeff too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Name three people who will complete this? &lt;br /&gt;Chanda? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)What CD is in your player or car right now? &lt;br /&gt;I think Jeff put something in there.  The CD we got from Jarod &amp; Holly’s wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What shirt are you wearing right now? &lt;br /&gt;Blue Long sleeved ribbon tshirt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? &lt;br /&gt;No way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Can you whistle? &lt;br /&gt;Not very well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Favorite colors? &lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Would you be a pirate? &lt;br /&gt;sure if I needed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Where is your cell phone? &lt;br /&gt;Next to me on the desk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Do you like the cold or the hot weather? &lt;br /&gt;I like semi-cold weather.  I would pick super cold over super hot for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34)Do you sleep on the right or left side of the bed? &lt;br /&gt;if you are laying in it, the left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Whats in your pocket? &lt;br /&gt;I don't have pockets &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Last thing that made you laugh? &lt;br /&gt;The Bean with Ranch all over his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Best bed sheets as a child? &lt;br /&gt;Aladdin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)What is your favorite candle scent? &lt;br /&gt;Not vanilla or baked.  Most anything else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Do you love where you live? &lt;br /&gt;I love our house, but I will love the one we build even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) How many TVs do you have in your house? &lt;br /&gt;3.  Our bedroom, the guest bedroom, and the living room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Who is your loudest friend? &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.  Connie maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42)How many dogs do you have? &lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Does someone have a crush on you? &lt;br /&gt;Jeff loves me.  I think someone might have a crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) What is to your left? &lt;br /&gt;the bed and nightstand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) What is your favorite movie? &lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones’ Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46)What is your favorite tv show? &lt;br /&gt;Glee, House, the Office, Blue Collar, How I Met Your Mother, and Psych (I have a lot) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47)What sport do you prefer to watch on tv? &lt;br /&gt;I’ve started liking football on tv.  I can watch Hockey &amp; Baseball too.  I like it all better in person, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Where is the next place you want to travel to? &lt;br /&gt;A new state.  Or Vegas with Jeff – he’s never been &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What were you doing at midnight? &lt;br /&gt;Just got home from the Homecoming dance and was getting into bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) First thought after you woke up this morning? &lt;br /&gt;Am I late to work?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4361492558315684918?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4361492558315684918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-sure-they-are-odd-but-here-are-50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4361492558315684918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4361492558315684918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-sure-they-are-odd-but-here-are-50.html' title='Not sure they are odd - but here are 50'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-280731638602216666</id><published>2010-01-31T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:39:53.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wanted in a husband</title><content type='html'>I found this when I was looking for my checkbook the other day.  This is a list I wrote in 1996 about my future husband.  It’s what I was looking for when I was a frshman in college.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I got married in 2008.  So 12 years later - I think I did pretty good!  As far as what I didn’t get, some is ok not to have, some we are working on, and some were silly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envisions the same future as me&lt;br /&gt;Will cuddles&lt;br /&gt;Not embarrassed to touch in public&lt;br /&gt;Lots and good hugs&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Listens to me&lt;br /&gt;Never looks down on me&lt;br /&gt;Faithful&lt;br /&gt;Man of God&lt;br /&gt;Dependable&lt;br /&gt;Honest&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Cute&lt;br /&gt;No smoking&lt;br /&gt;Casual drinker&lt;br /&gt;Hardworker&lt;br /&gt;Knows way around the house, likes to fix things&lt;br /&gt;Likes to cook&lt;br /&gt;Will help clean&lt;br /&gt;Won’t touch me with his feet&lt;br /&gt;Can make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Understands my moods&lt;br /&gt;Loves my family&lt;br /&gt;Loves my pets&lt;br /&gt;Has own friends&lt;br /&gt;Likes to shop&lt;br /&gt;Cares about appearance&lt;br /&gt;Gets along with my friends&lt;br /&gt;Likes to go out&lt;br /&gt;Likes to stay in&lt;br /&gt;Likes games&lt;br /&gt;Thinks of me as equal&lt;br /&gt;Wants a monkey&lt;br /&gt;Good natured&lt;br /&gt;Can take a joke&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel special&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Lets me be my own person&lt;br /&gt;Loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Integrity&lt;br /&gt;Good work ethic&lt;br /&gt;Morals match mine&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs match mine&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Does things to show he cares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-280731638602216666?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/280731638602216666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-wanted-in-husband.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/280731638602216666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/280731638602216666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-wanted-in-husband.html' title='What I wanted in a husband'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1656611460207582682</id><published>2010-01-30T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:27:32.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bean Saturday</title><content type='html'>This morning we got to babysit the Bean. Man, I love that kid.  He cracks me up.  &lt;br /&gt;We watched Elmo and played around with a marker and dry erase board.  Then we played with his ball.  Then with a cool microphone thing we got him - and he loves it!&lt;br /&gt;We took the boy to lunch at TGI Fridays.  He had some green beans &amp; ranch, chicken, pasta, mashed potatoes, fruit snacks, and dessert.&lt;br /&gt;We were getting our food and I looked over at him.  Here is what he did with the ranch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S2SWFYBjSEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O3BKKIe8WTw/s1600-h/ranch+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S2SWFYBjSEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O3BKKIe8WTw/s320/ranch+face.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432632069608130626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got chocolate cake on his pants.  So we took him to Old Navy (any excuse, right?) and got him a new little outfit.  We changed his clothes and his diaper and took him back home.  &lt;br /&gt;What a fun morning.  Now on to homework :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1656611460207582682?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1656611460207582682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/bean-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1656611460207582682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1656611460207582682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/bean-saturday.html' title='Bean Saturday'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S2SWFYBjSEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/O3BKKIe8WTw/s72-c/ranch+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2080344845334354525</id><published>2010-01-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:01:22.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>It is homecoming today at school.  We don't have a football team so we always hold our dance in January/February.  &lt;br /&gt;I made sure we had a king/queen this year.  It wasn't a cool as I would have liked, but I think it went pretty good.  &lt;br /&gt;We get to stay for the dance tonight.  It's been 16 years since I've been to a Homecoming dance :)  Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2080344845334354525?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2080344845334354525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/homecoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2080344845334354525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2080344845334354525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2870970518153774917</id><published>2010-01-28T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:02:00.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.5</title><content type='html'>We are a 7.5.  I love my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2870970518153774917?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2870970518153774917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/75.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2870970518153774917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2870970518153774917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/75.html' title='7.5'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-529013941524556178</id><published>2010-01-28T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:24:00.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY 3 DAYS LEFT</title><content type='html'>This blogging daily might kill me.  I don't see how anyone has time or thoughts to blog every day.  I have to sneak it in and sometimes do multiple posts and save them so I can publish one each day.  Sometimes I have to change the date of the post so I can have one show up each day.  (Is that cheating?  Ha)&lt;br /&gt;Taking 9 hours this Spring may or may not have been a good idea.  It was only the second week of class so I think I am ok right now.  Once work gets even busier, I might start rethinking all the hours.  Most people take 3 or 6 only.  I'll get through it, just don't know if I can pull off all As like I wanted.  We'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;So far this week I have to write a brief over a court case in my law class.  I also need to have a 45 minute powerpoint presentation over 2 chapters from my leadership class (plus a shorter 15 minute one to present in front of the class).  I need to do some online scavenger hunt about data.  It's alot.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I can then go back to blogging when I think of something fun to say.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-529013941524556178?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/529013941524556178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-3-days-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/529013941524556178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/529013941524556178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-3-days-left.html' title='ONLY 3 DAYS LEFT'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3529371465582009435</id><published>2010-01-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T08:17:14.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope, Not Me</title><content type='html'>Everyone is pregnant.  Like it's so easy.  They can get pregnant just thinking about it.  &lt;br /&gt;No, I'm NOT.  It's not happening.  It's apparently not so easy for me.  Yes, I would like to be.  No, there is no big announcement.  Of course we are trying/hoping and want one.  It just hasn't happened.  &lt;br /&gt;Jeff's cousin just got married in December.  They are pregnant.  I'm excited for them and can't wait to play with their little peanut.  But really?  Already?  I've been married a year and a half.  &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get pregnant this summer.  Or at least in the fall so I could have one in the summer.  I don't care when anymore.  I just want one.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I might be broken.  &lt;br /&gt;Gr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3529371465582009435?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3529371465582009435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/nope-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3529371465582009435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3529371465582009435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/nope-not-me.html' title='Nope, Not Me'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-8667654276737981839</id><published>2010-01-26T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:34:51.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>I have had a headache since Sunday. No fun blog.  Going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-8667654276737981839?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8667654276737981839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8667654276737981839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8667654276737981839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3676506524689896543</id><published>2010-01-25T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:01:02.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workstation</title><content type='html'>Here is where I will be doing my finest work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1yky0GocWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FxSk5clrBzU/s1600-h/workstation+closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1yky0GocWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FxSk5clrBzU/s320/workstation+closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430396443588850018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a close up.  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, trying to kick that Dr.Pepper habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ylIc6qS6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WoHdEVR5Xr0/s1600-h/workstation+closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ylIc6qS6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/WoHdEVR5Xr0/s320/workstation+closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430396815321746338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3676506524689896543?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3676506524689896543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/workstation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3676506524689896543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3676506524689896543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/workstation.html' title='Workstation'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1yky0GocWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FxSk5clrBzU/s72-c/workstation+closeup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4436830093728098405</id><published>2010-01-24T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:02:12.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom done!</title><content type='html'>And it's done!  I think it looks pretty good.  Too bad Jeff and I are the only ones who see it.  &lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of the finished product.  I'll be glad when I can shut the windows and stuff because it still sinks and I'm freezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ymLkVJUcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ml5qaGd0Nms/s1600-h/bathroom+redo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ymLkVJUcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ml5qaGd0Nms/s320/bathroom+redo+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430397968363114946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ymE8KqzYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A6p_FKvGN5o/s1600-h/bathroom+redo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ymE8KqzYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A6p_FKvGN5o/s320/bathroom+redo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430397854502538626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1yl8PQGjbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WEaak5yCrig/s1600-h/bahtroom+redo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1yl8PQGjbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WEaak5yCrig/s320/bahtroom+redo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430397705006779826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ynMp3CneI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ofkXy0Q9Y5g/s1600-h/bathroom+redo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ynMp3CneI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ofkXy0Q9Y5g/s320/bathroom+redo+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430399086538956258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4436830093728098405?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4436830093728098405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/bathroom-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4436830093728098405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4436830093728098405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/bathroom-done.html' title='Bathroom done!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1ymLkVJUcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ml5qaGd0Nms/s72-c/bathroom+redo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3543345082458476008</id><published>2010-01-23T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:03:05.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since Jeff is out town, I got to spend the weekend however I wanted to.  So I watched LIfetime movies, slept in, took Poopers for a walk, and painted the bathroom :)  &lt;br /&gt;I spray painted circles in yellow and orange in the toilet area of our master bathroom.  I wanted something bright and fun to wake us up in the morning.  I think that will work great!  &lt;br /&gt;The problem with painting in there - no window.  No way of getting the fumes out.  So I have both vents on, bedroom windows open, bedroom fan on, and a small fan in the bathroom.  I hope it helps!!  (Why is there a window in there if I can't open it!?  Seriously!!)&lt;br /&gt;I painted some letters silver that I was going to put in there, but I might put them somewhere else in the bathroom now.  I don't want to mess up the circles I worked so hard at.  &lt;br /&gt;Pictures coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3543345082458476008?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3543345082458476008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-jeff-is-out-town-i-got-to-spend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3543345082458476008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3543345082458476008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-jeff-is-out-town-i-got-to-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6410148070363576228</id><published>2010-01-23T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:53:12.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>I'll be glad when I don't feel the pressure to post daily :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6410148070363576228?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6410148070363576228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6410148070363576228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6410148070363576228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4727808158274297224</id><published>2010-01-22T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:52:30.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fun</title><content type='html'>Today was the end of the semester!!  One down, one to go!!  This year has been a LONG year so far.  I think I have stayed late almost every day this year.  There is just so much to do and so much more that can be done.  I think we finished a great first semester.  I look forward to second semester!&lt;br /&gt;I got to go play with Chanda tonight.  We saw Legion and went to Red Lobster.  Yum.  What a fun day.  I REALLY liked Legion.  It wasn't the scary creepy movie I thought it would be. It was about God, Angels, Hope.  I enjoyed it.  And I enjoyed dinner!  &lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4727808158274297224?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4727808158274297224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4727808158274297224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4727808158274297224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/friday-fun.html' title='Friday Fun'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-846090062819652001</id><published>2010-01-21T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T05:39:11.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a J thing</title><content type='html'>1. What is your middle name?................June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. A 4-Letter Word...............................Junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. A Boy's Name...................................Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. Girl's Name.......................................Joanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. An Occupation................................. Jock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. Something you wear:........................ Jumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Beverage...........................................Jim Beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A place: ...............................................Jupiter       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Something you shout .........................JUMP!  Go ahead &amp; JUMP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-846090062819652001?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/846090062819652001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-j-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/846090062819652001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/846090062819652001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-j-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a J thing'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4455044737291562563</id><published>2010-01-20T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:16:36.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>Last night was my first (and second) class for my administration certification.  I start the third one on Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem THAT bad.  I know they are Masters level courses.  I can handle those.  I've done that.  I worry about the summer Doctoral level :)  &lt;br /&gt;I will be doing a newsletter, interviewing people, attending school board meetings, writing papers, writing briefs, memorizing cases, taking mid-terms, reading, reading, reading.  It will be a lot of work, but I need 8 classes for the cert.  I will only have 5 left after the spring!!  Hopefully I can squeeze in some mini-terms and a summer 2 session and I can finish those in the fall?  Fingers crossed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4455044737291562563?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4455044737291562563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/class-1-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4455044737291562563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4455044737291562563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/class-1-2.html' title='Class 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3729421155805356257</id><published>2010-01-19T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:31:25.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So I am done with my 2 classes tonight.  We got out early since it was our first night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to play on here tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;So pictures of Poopers.  From our Monday morning lie-in (I'm reading a book about English chicks right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought I was crazy for waking her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1Z271RGsDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D9n0LqtU9Zo/s1600-h/Sunday+Crazy+Poopers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1Z271RGsDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D9n0LqtU9Zo/s320/Sunday+Crazy+Poopers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428657171124891698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was alert and ready for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1Z44bQiuEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qk1P6oh8DTM/s1600-h/Sunday+Poopers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1Z44bQiuEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qk1P6oh8DTM/s320/Sunday+Poopers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428659311626860610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3729421155805356257?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3729421155805356257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3729421155805356257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3729421155805356257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-tuesday.html' title='Picture Tuesday'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S1Z271RGsDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D9n0LqtU9Zo/s72-c/Sunday+Crazy+Poopers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7184276447202303348</id><published>2010-01-18T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:56:47.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love days off</title><content type='html'>Today is MLK day.  We had the day off!  I love these days!!&lt;br /&gt;I slept in until about 7:30 today.  I then laid around in bed and played on the computer and read my book until 9:00.  I jumped in the shower and headed out to lunch with Lena and her girls.  It was our Christmas lunch :)  I love Bone Daddy's.  Then it was off to Quiggly's to paint us some pottery.  I made myself a holder for pens for my new desk/workstation.  Once I get it back I'll make sure to post a picture.  We also had a free coupon for a glass fusion magnet so we did that.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the store and got some magazine holders to hold all of papers I expect to be writing.  I want to keep them to help me with my dissertation (any thesis topic ideas on that??).  &lt;br /&gt;Got home and Jeff and I walked Poopers since it was such a great day today.  &lt;br /&gt;Waiting on him to get home with dinner now.  &lt;br /&gt;What a great day off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7184276447202303348?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7184276447202303348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-days-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7184276447202303348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7184276447202303348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-days-off.html' title='I love days off'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4611868684473390400</id><published>2010-01-17T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:41:28.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are hard!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to blog on the weekends.  I have so much to do and I hardly have time to sit down and write a long blog.  It's way easier during the week.  &lt;br /&gt;I thought I would add a little more though, as I'm watching the Golden Globes in bed :)&lt;br /&gt;I love Doogie Houser!  Neil Patrick Harris is awesome.  Why didn't he win?  Dumb foreign press.&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this while Jeff puts together my new work station.  We were told at our doctoral orientation that we should have a little area.  An area we can go to when we have some free time so we can write or work on our dissertation.  We can keep all our papers in this area and just have it all in one area.  So we went and got me a cheap little desk at Walmart.  I got a tub to put on the shelf.  I also got some of the new sharpee pens.  I love those!!  I'm *slightly* addicted to office supplies and organizational things.  Jeff finished the little workstation and my bin doesn't fit!!  I guess now I get to find one that will.  I also want little magazine holders to hold all my files/papers.  Now I just need somewhere to put all these books I expect to buy over the next 3-5 years.  Bring it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw a commercial for The Apprentice.  I LOVE that show!  It's a celebrity edition again.  I'm not as big a fan of those, but I'm still excited!  I know, I may be the only one who watches it.  Ha.  That's ok, I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4611868684473390400?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4611868684473390400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekends-are-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4611868684473390400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4611868684473390400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekends-are-hard.html' title='Weekends are hard!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7026099660964038204</id><published>2010-01-17T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:05:29.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Sunday</title><content type='html'>Poor Cowboys.  &lt;br /&gt;Jeff is out washing our cars now.  What a good guy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7026099660964038204?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7026099660964038204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7026099660964038204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7026099660964038204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-sunday.html' title='Fun Sunday'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-8467504482388395137</id><published>2010-01-16T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:00:39.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All In</title><content type='html'>Poker Time!  We had 5 people come for dinner and poker.  I love playing poker!  I wish I could win more.  I used to win all the time - now my streak is over.  JEFF is winning all the time.  That just doesn't seem right :)  At least he is bringing home money somehow.  &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.  Thanks everyone for coming!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-8467504482388395137?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8467504482388395137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8467504482388395137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8467504482388395137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-in.html' title='All In'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4567281812882598785</id><published>2010-01-15T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:13:15.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really Friday?</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad that it's Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4567281812882598785?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4567281812882598785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-really-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4567281812882598785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4567281812882598785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-really-friday.html' title='Is it really Friday?'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3433931873604134114</id><published>2010-01-14T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:33:54.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh</title><content type='html'>I'm so frustrated.  I'm not sure where to go from here.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been working my tail off.  I feel like it's for nothing today.  I know everyone gets in a funk like this.  Today I'm there.  It keeps building and I'm not sure how to stop it.  &lt;br /&gt;I have goals and things I want to accomplish.  I'm working towards them.  I'm doing all I can.  I feel like they are so far away.  And until that time, everyone around me gets what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;Bleh.  I hope this goes away soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3433931873604134114?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3433931873604134114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3433931873604134114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3433931873604134114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgh.html' title='Urgh'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3885652671327521186</id><published>2010-01-13T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:55:04.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keno Keno Keno</title><content type='html'>It's Keno night at my house.  &lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do before that.  I have been super busy since Sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;We had the Cowboy game Saturday night.  &lt;br /&gt;We saw his parents on Sunday and did some projects around the house.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Joe Willy night as a fundraiser for a mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I worked until 6.  Met Jeff and then got home around 8.  I then started cooking some of my things for Keno.  &lt;br /&gt;Today I am working my buns off at work until 11.  Then I have TELPAS training in Mesquite until 4.  Then back home to finish cooking and getting ready for Keno!  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night is orientation for my classes that start next week.  I cant' wait!!&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work I plan to sleep.  Maybe from 6 - the next day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3885652671327521186?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3885652671327521186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/keno-keno-keno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3885652671327521186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3885652671327521186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/keno-keno-keno.html' title='Keno Keno Keno'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6535519719178320356</id><published>2010-01-12T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:26:58.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tuesday</title><content type='html'>1. Are you usually late, early, or right on time?&lt;br /&gt;I am almost always late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;June &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are the last 4 digits of your cell phone number?&lt;br /&gt;3137&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;It's a queen.  I hate it because it doesn't fit us and the dog.  Or at least, the dog has to sleep on my side so it doesn't fit us together.  Jeff gets his side all to hisself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you allergic to?&lt;br /&gt;Things that grow.  Spring and Fall always have me sneezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the first thing you do in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;I hit snooze about 3 times.  Then I stumble to the bathroom in the dark and search for the light switch.  Peeing is hard in the dark :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite TV show growing up?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.  I can't think of an all time favorite.  Maybe Doogie Houser, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Will you, or did you, go to your 10 year high school reunion?&lt;br /&gt;I did go.  I helped plan the thing.  We are considering having a 15 year get together this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, does it still make a sound?&lt;br /&gt;The sound waves to happen, there is just nobody to intercept them.  (I made that up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What, in your opinion, is the greatest invention? (You know, since sliced bread…)&lt;br /&gt;The snuggie!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6535519719178320356?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6535519719178320356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6535519719178320356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6535519719178320356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7974821076986957670</id><published>2010-01-11T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:06:18.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*YAWN*</title><content type='html'>So I am very tired.  It's 7:30 and I want to go to bed.  I have a great post coming, today is just not the day it will be posted :)&lt;br /&gt;How about some pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0vZAoLnfsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lDuSqH50wUE/s1600-h/Poopers+cuddling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0vZAoLnfsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lDuSqH50wUE/s320/Poopers+cuddling.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425668780907265730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0vY1xtRlkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QaMHS5sQ7-c/s1600-h/Critters+playing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0vY1xtRlkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QaMHS5sQ7-c/s320/Critters+playing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425668594485794370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0vYslPQPcI/AAAAAAAAADw/MgTRB0gIPg8/s1600-h/Bean+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0vYslPQPcI/AAAAAAAAADw/MgTRB0gIPg8/s320/Bean+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425668436519828930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7974821076986957670?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7974821076986957670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7974821076986957670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7974821076986957670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/yawn.html' title='*YAWN*'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0vZAoLnfsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lDuSqH50wUE/s72-c/Poopers+cuddling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-5055741299970782055</id><published>2010-01-10T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:05:00.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keno Time at the Sanders' House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kVK7vV8SI/AAAAAAAAADo/taqytWVKwko/s1600-h/December+2009+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kVK7vV8SI/AAAAAAAAADo/taqytWVKwko/s320/December+2009+241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424890503723610402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hosting our Wednesday Keno group this month.  We get to pick a theme for the presents.  I always take it a step further and put the theme with decorating and even the menu :)&lt;br /&gt;This month deals with the alphabet and initials.  You bring a present with the first initial of your name.  I can't tell you what I'm bringing yet since it hasn't happened!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is my menu:&lt;br /&gt;A - Appetizer rolls&lt;br /&gt;B - Brisket&lt;br /&gt;C - Cheeseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Avacado salad&lt;br /&gt;B - Banana Pudding&lt;br /&gt;C - Carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun huh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kUQJNXtKI/AAAAAAAAADY/KTk5YojRYdY/s1600-h/December+2009+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kUQJNXtKI/AAAAAAAAADY/KTk5YojRYdY/s320/December+2009+229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424889493726934178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get them to spell out Keno :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kUxblanNI/AAAAAAAAADg/U7PcRJS8QNA/s1600-h/December+2009+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kUxblanNI/AAAAAAAAADg/U7PcRJS8QNA/s320/December+2009+235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424890065595309266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table set up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-5055741299970782055?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5055741299970782055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/keno-time-at-sanders-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/5055741299970782055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/5055741299970782055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/keno-time-at-sanders-house.html' title='Keno Time at the Sanders&apos; House'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kVK7vV8SI/AAAAAAAAADo/taqytWVKwko/s72-c/December+2009+241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2039941739675859533</id><published>2010-01-09T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:33:43.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>I love projects.  I have several projects that I want to do for our house this year.  I have several more I want to do for gifts and stuff.  I like to tackle a project and get it done.  But in the back of mind I think "what if I can't find a good project after this one is done".  That would be horrible!!  &lt;br /&gt;I subscribe to several house project/decorating blogs.  I steal ideas from them and try to do them myself.  &lt;br /&gt;I just recently stole a cute decorating idea.  I have it set up for Valentines Day right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kSI6mr6VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mVdl-D85Gss/s1600-h/December+2009+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kSI6mr6VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mVdl-D85Gss/s320/December+2009+245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424887170524244306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can then switch out the book titles and the stuff in the jar when the next Holiday comes around.  I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;These are the projects I want to do for 2010.  I have a smaller set of projects for Jeff during 2010:  &lt;br /&gt;Christmas napkins (this involves learning to sew so that *might* be tricky)&lt;br /&gt;crochet/knit myself a scarf (Chanda will be helping teach me this one!)&lt;br /&gt;Refinish a small chest of drawers for the living room&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture (Jeff and I both have a blank canvas that we need to get artsy on)&lt;br /&gt;Mod Podge my file cabinet with something? neat&lt;br /&gt;Spray paint my letters for the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;Spray paint the bathroom walls&lt;br /&gt;Makeshift chalkboard&lt;br /&gt;Organize paper goods&lt;br /&gt;Attempt the dehydrator&lt;br /&gt;Figure out what to do with empty bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's 2010 projects:&lt;br /&gt;Make a nicer back patio/deck.  &lt;br /&gt;Garden&lt;br /&gt;Front garden&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen tile&lt;br /&gt;Paint bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Crown molding bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture&lt;br /&gt;Jeff will stain the drawers once I sand them down.  There was a stain incident in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Organize attic&lt;br /&gt;Add extra board to attic&lt;br /&gt;Clean extra bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *think* we have enough to keep us busy for a few months :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2039941739675859533?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2039941739675859533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2039941739675859533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2039941739675859533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0kSI6mr6VI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mVdl-D85Gss/s72-c/December+2009+245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4795748101970744342</id><published>2010-01-08T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:00:36.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>Well, Texas didn't win. They fought a good fight.  Even after McCoy was hurt and pulled.  The freshman stepped up to play in the National Championship game and didn't do too badly.  It was still disappointing.  Especially since I stayed up to watch it.  Ha.  Getting home around midnight and then trying to wake up at 5.  We should have won just for that!  Poor work people - I didn't have time to shower this morning (woke at 6!) Eh.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4795748101970744342?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4795748101970744342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4795748101970744342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4795748101970744342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1057368304740162973</id><published>2010-01-07T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:48:37.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook 'Em!</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the BIG GAME!  We'll be heading out to cheer on our Texas Longhorns!  I hope we don't freeze to death :)&lt;br /&gt;Even Poopers is in the spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0ZkkF7SdoI/AAAAAAAAADI/9w7l-HzrRZE/s1600-h/texas+collar+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0ZkkF7SdoI/AAAAAAAAADI/9w7l-HzrRZE/s320/texas+collar+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424133372443260546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1057368304740162973?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1057368304740162973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/hook-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1057368304740162973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1057368304740162973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/hook-em.html' title='Hook &apos;Em!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0ZkkF7SdoI/AAAAAAAAADI/9w7l-HzrRZE/s72-c/texas+collar+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6905861971160629502</id><published>2010-01-06T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:02:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunco!!</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know I like to be involved in things.  I'm in 3 different bunco/keno groups.  I play softball.  I want to start back into soccer.  I'm starting classes in 2 weeks.  I'd probably join anything else someone invited me to. :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss out on the fun!!  Life it too short to sit around at home.  Don't get me wrong, I love being lazy and sitting on the couch watching Biggest Loser, the Office, or anything *I* like with Jeff (like last night).  But I love doing things. &lt;br /&gt;We recently started a new Bunco group on Monday nights.  It has a few friends from a different group, some friends I knew before, some friends I connected with on Facebook (LOVE IT), and some Lakeview folks that I knew but didn't hang out with.  &lt;br /&gt;Can I just say - I HEART that group.  They are a great group of girls.  I love seeing them every month.  I'm excited to get to know them better!  They are all fabulous gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my other Bunco group as well.  I was brought into that one by just one friend.  They were a set group.  It's harder to come into a set group, but they have been so welcoming.  They are all very sweet and we always have a great time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Keno group is hilarious and fun!  They have all been friends for YEARS.  I was brought into that by the same girl as Bunco.  They mostly work together as well.  So they get to chat all day and they know each other's history and have been there through most everything.  I feel a bit like an outsider looking in sometimes, but not always.  They are pretty welcoming of new people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy all 3 groups.  I would love to keep them all up even as I am taking 3 classes this spring.  I hope to eventually get pregnant as well.  I would still love to be a part of all 3 even as busy as that will keep me.  Luckily, I have a great husband who is ok with that.  (I even thinks he likes when I leave so that he can sit around in his funky socks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0Szz0lS8II/AAAAAAAAADA/ZT2owJh7wbg/s1600-h/Pictures+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0Szz0lS8II/AAAAAAAAADA/ZT2owJh7wbg/s320/Pictures+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423657554130694274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I couldn't find the sock picture.  I'll keep looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just feel really blessed to have gotten involved with such great ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6905861971160629502?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6905861971160629502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/bunco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6905861971160629502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6905861971160629502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/bunco.html' title='Bunco!!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/S0Szz0lS8II/AAAAAAAAADA/ZT2owJh7wbg/s72-c/Pictures+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1418102945395817365</id><published>2010-01-05T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:08:00.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Questions for Tuesday, January 5, 2010!&lt;br /&gt;1. Are there any movies that inspire you to bake/cook?  Of course Julie/Julia did.  I cooked the beef bourgenon in my crock pot shortly after and loved it!&lt;br /&gt;2. What’s your favorite food blog and why?  I jump around.  I subscribe to several that I love trying.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who’s your favorite celebrity chef?  Gordon Ramsey – but I wouldn’t want him in my kitchen.  He’d make me cry&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s your favorite kitchen tool?  My pink &amp; purple spatulas.  I do almost everything with them&lt;br /&gt;5. When it comes to cooking/baking, what’s your specialty?  I bake pretty good.  Nothing I make looks exactly like it should but it usually tastes pretty good&lt;br /&gt;6. When in the kitchen, do you wear an apron, if so, any cute ones you’d like to share?  I have a few cute ones.  I never remember to put them on.  I need to work on that!&lt;br /&gt;7. Is there anything that intimidates you when it comes to baking/cooking? (ex. Pie crust, yeast breads, sauces, etc…)  Cheesecake is hard.  I also hate making anything that is super sticky/messy.  I don’t like messes &lt;br /&gt;8. What’s the weirdest gadget in your kitchen?  Weirdest?  I’m not sure I have one.  &lt;br /&gt;9. What’s your go-to music for cooking/baking?  Christmas carols during December.  And then just 80’s/90’s from the TV&lt;br /&gt;10. After several failures, what do you do to motivate yourself to get back in the kitchen to try again?  If I mess up something tricky, I like to them try something a little easier that I know I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1418102945395817365?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1418102945395817365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-on-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1418102945395817365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1418102945395817365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-on-tuesday.html' title='10 on Tuesday'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6647691746565368378</id><published>2010-01-04T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:15:27.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the best way to start back</title><content type='html'>So last night I got into bed around 8ish.  Jeff came in and we watched the Top Chef Super Challenge (or whatever they called it).  I read for a bit after and started falling asleep.  So I turned off the light around 10 for bed.  And I layed there.  And layed there.  Thinking of all I needed to do this semester and this week and this month.  And I layed there.  Then I was hot.  Then I got cold.  Then the dog took my spot.  And I kept laying.  &lt;br /&gt;At about 11:15 I turned the light back on. I finished my book completely.  I read a magazine.  Jeff came in around 11:30.  He went to sleep after joking with me about still being awake.  (yeah, super funny when I wake up at 5:00 AM!)  I kept reading.  I got onto facebook.  I played on facebook for a while.  I played some mah jong (?).  I finally turned the light back off close to 1:30 I think.  I fell asleep some time around 2:00 this morning.  Dog woke up at 4:30.  Fun!!  I woke up at 5:10 for my first day back to work.  &lt;br /&gt;Think I might be a bit tired today. &lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the grumpiness.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6647691746565368378?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6647691746565368378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-best-way-to-start-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6647691746565368378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6647691746565368378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-best-way-to-start-back.html' title='Not the best way to start back'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2963001151791091848</id><published>2010-01-03T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:10:00.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I like you - just the way you are"</title><content type='html'>This is going to sound horrible.  But the BEST movie ever is Bridget Jones' Diary.  I love it.  It has gotten me through many many tough times.  I watch it when I'm sick, can't sleep, boy break ups, friend break ups, deaths.  I watch it all the time.  I can't even tell you how many times I've watched it.  I used to keep it in the DVD player.  It is my comfort.  Is that sad?  Probably so - but whatever works, right?  &lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a lot of time to sit and re-watch a movie lately.  I decided I needed to watch it on New Years Day (or close to it).  &lt;br /&gt;It is about a 30 something who sets out to follow her own new years resolutions.  She's clumsy, a bit over weight, and doesn't really do/say the right thing.  She reminds me alot of myself.  And she has someone who loves her - just the way she is.  Before I got married, that is what I wanted.  It's what I dreamed about.  This movie gave me hope.  She was wrong in so many ways and someone still loved her.  I knew someone would have to love me even though I am also wrong in many ways.  &lt;br /&gt;I am on my second DVD.  This time it's the special edition.  Not sure what's different about it though?  &lt;br /&gt;This will always be my "go-to" movie.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2963001151791091848?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2963001151791091848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-you-just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2963001151791091848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2963001151791091848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-you-just-way-you-are.html' title='&quot;I like you - just the way you are&quot;'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1712494115022469054</id><published>2010-01-02T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:10:57.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I resolve</title><content type='html'>I resolve lots of things this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm printing it out and putting it in my office, on the fridge, in my car, wherever else I can put it.  I'm hoping Jeff will do this as well.  I think it will help me keep mine.  &lt;br /&gt;So ready or not, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Workout 4 days a week or more&lt;br /&gt;2.  Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;3.  Chart &lt;br /&gt;4.  Be a better wife&lt;br /&gt;5.  Control temper&lt;br /&gt;6.  Bite my tongue more&lt;br /&gt;7.  Not say mean things to or about people&lt;br /&gt;8.  Find a church home&lt;br /&gt;9.  Find a Sunday school&lt;br /&gt;10. Dust once a month&lt;br /&gt;11. Get A's in my classes&lt;br /&gt;12. Be the best I can be at my job&lt;br /&gt;13. Blog 3 or 4 times a week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1712494115022469054?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1712494115022469054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-resolve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1712494115022469054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1712494115022469054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-resolve.html' title='I resolve'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7121634896778382103</id><published>2010-01-01T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:20:40.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>It's been a LONG time since I've posted.  I have so much to say.  My problem is then - I have too much for one post and then I put it off.  It then becomes even more and then I'm overwhelmed.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to *attempt* to post daily.  The theme on the blogger site is *BEST*.  Maybe I'll follow that theme.  &lt;br /&gt;I skipped over Thanksgiving all-together:&lt;br /&gt;We spend it with my family first and then head to Jeff's familys house.&lt;br /&gt;It was an ineresting year this year.  Not everyone from my family came.  Mom tried to cut off her thumb.  Someone had been drinking too much.  It wasn't as great as it could have been.  I won't go into detail because it doesn't deal with me.&lt;br /&gt;We also spent lunch with my grandpa over the break.  He came to my brothers house and my aunt came over.  I have a hard time with him.  I'm pretty angry with him.  Him and my grandmother were divorced before I was born.  He remarried.  Growing up, both him and his wife would come over for Christmas Eve.  We would exchange presents then.  His wife quit coming after a while.  She doesn't like us.  That's fine, he used to still come.  Then his eyes got bad.  He cancelled Christmas.  And for a while, my mom would make plans to go get him or see him somehow and he would cancel either the day before or the day of.  That's what makes me so mad.  He doesn't have to see me.  But his 3 daughters?  He should want to see them and should make time for them.  He should fight to see them!  It would make me so angry to see my mom &amp; aunts let down every time.  &lt;br /&gt;I know I need to forgive that.  He has been coming over the last year or so - more now that he has a great-grandson to visit.  Maybe he's trying.  I just can't help but remember the past.  Maybe I should add him to my resolution list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7121634896778382103?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7121634896778382103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7121634896778382103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7121634896778382103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1839653791631902784</id><published>2009-12-08T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:51:48.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be a doctor!!</title><content type='html'>Well, eventually.  Too bad I changed my name - I could have been Dr.Watson :)&lt;br /&gt;But - I GOT IN.  Even with me providing 2 quotes in my "on the fly" essay!!  They want me to be a part of their program!  Yay!  Our cohort starts this summer.  I can't wait!  I will start taking classes in the spring for my principal cert and then in the summer we get into the meat of the education administration doctoral program.  YAY YAY YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1839653791631902784?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1839653791631902784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gonna-be-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1839653791631902784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1839653791631902784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gonna-be-doctor.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be a doctor!!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6233835861911116144</id><published>2009-11-20T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:58:40.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ornament debacle of 09</title><content type='html'>So most days my husband has a list.  It helps us both (HIM) remember what all needs to be done.  Since he is at home during this time it's mainly for him.  &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was his shopping day.  He went to world market for something and to Walmart to get us some more waters.  His list said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walmart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poopers pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;world market&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pistachios&lt;br /&gt;blood orange soda juice&lt;br /&gt;rubber ducky with santa&lt;br /&gt;    hat ornament&lt;br /&gt;The list was on a tiny pad.  I indented the second line because I ran out of room on the first line.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is what he brought home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwbXjVkgebI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n5DxPvG__Lo/s1600/weird+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwbXjVkgebI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n5DxPvG__Lo/s320/weird+santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406245404790520242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will not be bringing that to the ornament exchange.  Scary.  I'm surprised he even found anything remotely like that.  ESPECIALLY since he was looking for "rubber ducky with santa" and also a "hat ornament".  He came in and told me "No wonder we couldn't figure out what a hat ornament was".  He's such a goober - that boy!  He thought it was two seperate things so I got two seperate things.  Eh.  Back to the drawing board.  And I think I will keep the scary ducky santa ornament just to remind myself why I married him! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6233835861911116144?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6233835861911116144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-goober.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6233835861911116144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6233835861911116144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-goober.html' title='The ornament debacle of 09'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwbXjVkgebI/AAAAAAAAAC4/n5DxPvG__Lo/s72-c/weird+santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-4529133039155535343</id><published>2009-11-18T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:34:48.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas time is here</title><content type='html'>The radios have started playing their Christmas songs!  The teacher lounge at school has Christmas tablecloths up!  I have my presents bought and wrapped!  I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;A house in our neighborhood has had their lights up (and on!) for about 2 weeks now. I have yet to get a picture of it.  I love the first house sighting of the year.  Jeff has already told me I could put out Christmas decorations all I want but he refuses to put up the lights until Thanksgiving is over.  I haven't gotten my decorations out yet though.  I'll wait for him to help me :)  &lt;br /&gt;I can kinda understand about "don't ignore Thanksgiving"!  But you know what?  I can celebrate Thanksgiving even with lights on my house.  I can celebrate Thanksgiving with a tree in my house and songs on the radio.  None of that hinders my ability to visit with family and to be thankful for all that I have.  It really doesn't.  &lt;br /&gt;I love everything about the Christmas season.  I love the smells (already burning Christmas candles).  I love the food.  I love the sharing and the caring.  I love that people are nicer (usually).  I love that is brings people together and we can focus on one common ground - the birth of our Lord.  I love that I get to decorate and shop and give presents.  I love that it has it's very own songs.  &lt;br /&gt;* Except Jingle Bell Rock.  I DETEST that song.  Who made that?  Yuck. *&lt;br /&gt;I love wrapping presents and thinking about what my family and friends will say when they open their presents.  I hate filing out Christmas cards, but I love that everyone who gets one from me will know I am thinking about them.  And hopefully, for that moment, that makes them feel good.  &lt;br /&gt;I love making plans.  I love making lists! &lt;br /&gt;I don't love Christmas day.  It's been getting better since I am not alot busier seeing Jeff's family as well.  Christmas day is hard.  We used to go over to my grandma's house.  She had presents piled up to the ceiling and a giant tree in her tiny living room.  Our family had to find seats anywhere we could.  Mom, Marilyn, and I would sit on the floor (we still do!)  We would get there at about 10 in the morning and leave at about 5 at night.  It filled out whole day.  I loved it!  Now... it doesn't fill our whole day.  Now we have time to think and to miss those not with us.  I do not love that at all.  This year I am going to miss my loved ones but I'm also going to focus on all the great things.  Each year gets easier, but it will never be how it once was.&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I don't want to end on such a sad note.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my sweet girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwSEIS9SSzI/AAAAAAAAACo/zE2cwQtxhL4/s1600/October+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwSEIS9SSzI/AAAAAAAAACo/zE2cwQtxhL4/s320/October+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405590730814147378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(once I can get the darn thing loaded!)&lt;br /&gt;And a picture of Raleigh all ready for Christmas.  He sits in this basket constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwSEgfyvcUI/AAAAAAAAACw/HiDGKBMRHYk/s1600/October+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwSEgfyvcUI/AAAAAAAAACw/HiDGKBMRHYk/s320/October+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405591146576441666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-4529133039155535343?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4529133039155535343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-time-is-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4529133039155535343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/4529133039155535343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-time-is-here.html' title='Christmas time is here'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwSEIS9SSzI/AAAAAAAAACo/zE2cwQtxhL4/s72-c/October+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1972006939355310712</id><published>2009-11-18T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:40:07.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tile is done!</title><content type='html'>This is from a camera phone so it's not as clear, but it looks so good!  I even had us cleaning up and finishing it up because it looks so nice now.  I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwQjOnAWvrI/AAAAAAAAACg/GhY2DIZDI_c/s1600/Finished+Tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwQjOnAWvrI/AAAAAAAAACg/GhY2DIZDI_c/s320/Finished+Tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405484186647051954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff did a great job!  All he has left is to clean the tile off a little better.  There is still grout on some of the pieces.  He worked so hard and I'm proud of my handyman :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1972006939355310712?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1972006939355310712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/tile-is-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1972006939355310712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1972006939355310712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/tile-is-done.html' title='The tile is done!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwQjOnAWvrI/AAAAAAAAACg/GhY2DIZDI_c/s72-c/Finished+Tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2664581822140847703</id><published>2009-11-16T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:10:06.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tile is mostly done!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwIF71G7rbI/AAAAAAAAACY/lh9fiNZFAa0/s1600/October+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwIF71G7rbI/AAAAAAAAACY/lh9fiNZFAa0/s320/October+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404889028224593330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwIFOY-xMbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ETX2fVDkCCo/s1600/October+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwIFOY-xMbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ETX2fVDkCCo/s320/October+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404888247580045746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwIEdC8CcCI/AAAAAAAAACI/h4hgeW-BEb4/s1600/October+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwIEdC8CcCI/AAAAAAAAACI/h4hgeW-BEb4/s320/October+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404887399849422882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2664581822140847703?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2664581822140847703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/tile-is-mostly-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2664581822140847703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2664581822140847703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/tile-is-mostly-done.html' title='Tile is mostly done!!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SwIF71G7rbI/AAAAAAAAACY/lh9fiNZFAa0/s72-c/October+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-7282126159085169482</id><published>2009-11-13T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:01:39.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a minute</title><content type='html'>So I wake up this morning still feeling stuffed up.  My throat is hurting, my head hurts, I don't want to go in to work.  I want to stay in bed and rest until I feel better.  I get up and shower, though.  I have testing today.  I must be there for it!  I get to my car and look at the sky.  It stopped me.  It was so pretty this morning.  It made me feel a little better.  I would have missed it had I stayed in bed.  (not that I won't go directly to bed after work) I feel sorry for all of you who don't have to leave the house at 6:20 AM.  You all missed out!  Luckily, I took a picture with my camera phone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv2C2ZiZrTI/AAAAAAAAACA/Xcl8_rD7UdY/s1600-h/sky+this+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv2C2ZiZrTI/AAAAAAAAACA/Xcl8_rD7UdY/s320/sky+this+morning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403618998994185522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-7282126159085169482?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7282126159085169482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7282126159085169482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/7282126159085169482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-minute.html' title='Take a minute'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv2C2ZiZrTI/AAAAAAAAACA/Xcl8_rD7UdY/s72-c/sky+this+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-3091772168422669569</id><published>2009-11-13T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:24:24.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>It's tile time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are working on making our house a little prettier :)  Right now, we are tiling wall behind the counter and stove.  It's a pretty brown tile with lighter sparkle.  We definately need to get some under the cabinet lights to accentuate it after we (by we, Jeff) are done tiling.  I want to now tile behind the sink and maybe the bottom of the bar.  Think he'll go for it?  :)&lt;br /&gt;Here is the begining stage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv15m9m12eI/AAAAAAAAABo/xRHwhlqirbo/s1600-h/tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv15m9m12eI/AAAAAAAAABo/xRHwhlqirbo/s320/tile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403608838193928674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is almost done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv15utXET1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZgBEHlO0_RU/s1600-h/tile+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv15utXET1I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZgBEHlO0_RU/s320/tile+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403608971271753554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was finishing it up today.  Then we'll grout and get the cabinet lights and put everything back.  More pictures to come.  I think it looks really great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here is a picture of the most handsome almost 17 month old eating spaghetti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv16CFeHnJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xole39ZtneE/s1600-h/spaghetti+bean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv16CFeHnJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xole39ZtneE/s320/spaghetti+bean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403609304161295506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-3091772168422669569?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3091772168422669569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-time-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3091772168422669569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/3091772168422669569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/Sv15m9m12eI/AAAAAAAAABo/xRHwhlqirbo/s72-c/tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2133011824360353206</id><published>2009-11-12T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:29:15.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's mom?</title><content type='html'>She's in the shower bath.  My dad cracks me up.  He always calls it the shower bath.  I guess it's a West Texas thing or maybe just a Max Watson thing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2133011824360353206?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2133011824360353206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/wheres-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2133011824360353206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2133011824360353206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/wheres-mom.html' title='Where&apos;s mom?'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-6501314510760484328</id><published>2009-11-10T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:36:29.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What she does all day</title><content type='html'>Picture of my "baby" while I am at work...such a tough life she leads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvnOl6wn8kI/AAAAAAAAABY/7bsGWomEuxQ/s1600-h/relaxing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvnOl6wn8kI/AAAAAAAAABY/7bsGWomEuxQ/s320/relaxing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402576378831303234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvnOvfv1vHI/AAAAAAAAABg/lf78iTm5dQc/s1600-h/sleepy+poopers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvnOvfv1vHI/AAAAAAAAABg/lf78iTm5dQc/s320/sleepy+poopers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402576543378947186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-6501314510760484328?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6501314510760484328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-she-does-all-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6501314510760484328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/6501314510760484328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-she-does-all-day.html' title='What she does all day'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvnOl6wn8kI/AAAAAAAAABY/7bsGWomEuxQ/s72-c/relaxing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-5414083299205020718</id><published>2009-11-10T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:23:07.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><content type='html'>Several things:&lt;br /&gt;1.  necklace&lt;br /&gt;2.  automatic sinks&lt;br /&gt;3.  weird dream again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with my dream before I forget it.  So Jeff, his mom, and me are puttering around Dallas.  We are kinda on the outskirts of downtown and I see this water tower.  I see a little girl come out of a door on the tower and someone drags her back really quick.  Jeff and I set out to explore... no idea where his mom went from here.  We get up there and see the door and we go inside and see this family living there.  There are like 20 cots set up without sheets just in a row (like orphanages in movies).  This family put blankets on 3 of the beds.  There is also a tiny bathroom and a super tiny kitchenette area.  So we are in there.  In my dream I have to pee, but can't figure out how to fit into the bathroom.  All of a sudden, there is a knock at the tiny door and this boy who is about 8 or 9 is there.  I ask him where he came from and where his parents are.  He said they were Indians.  So he stayed with us.  I guess we stayed there a while.  Next thing I knew, that little boy was dying.  I wanted to take him to the doctor, but the family in the tower wouldn't let me.  Otherwise, someone would find out that they were living there.  So the boy died.  They buried him under the floorboards.  Then I woke up.  &lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  What is the deal with my dreams this week.  Is it testing stress?  Is it my lack of being able to sleep?  Is it the time change?  Is it because Jeff ate my secret santa gift?  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;My mom got me this great badge holder.  It goes around your neck.  It has a snowman on it!!  I love it!  I'm already wearing it.  I need one for year round too, once the season is over!  The only problem... it drives me crazy.  Having something weighing down the back of my neck is about to make me nuts!  I'm going to power through it though.  Maybe I'll even upload a picture if I can figure that out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvmFP6WqwsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U-t4KeH9IBY/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvmFP6WqwsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U-t4KeH9IBY/s320/necklace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402495736416486082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Friday I was at Region 10 training.  We had just gotten back from lunch and I stopped to pee.  I went to wash my hands and they were automatic hand washers.  Each time I put my hand under the sink it would give me about a second of water.  Well, I use a lot of soap.  And I like to make extra sure I have all the soap off.  So I take a bit to rinse my hands.  I couldn't get it to work again after that second of water.  So I went to the next sink with my soapy hands.  One more second of water.  Then nothing.  So I went back to the previous sink.  One second.  Then to the other one.  I must have gone back and forth about 6 times.  Thank goodness classes had started back up... I must have looked like a goober.  Really though.  What is the deal with that?  Why don't they give you a little more water?  Do they really need to cut you off when they feel it's enough?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-5414083299205020718?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5414083299205020718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/5414083299205020718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/5414083299205020718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SvmFP6WqwsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U-t4KeH9IBY/s72-c/necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-2202506826258502769</id><published>2009-11-09T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:51:22.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have weird dreams alot.  Sometimes I remember alot of the details, sometimes I remember hardly any of it.  Last night I slept horribly. I took a nap after church for about an hour (maybe hour and a half).  That screwed up my already messed up schedule - thank you time change!!  So I didn't fall asleep until after midnight.  The neighbors dog decided to start barking at 2:45.  Which in turn, made my dog start barking at 2:45.  And of course, since she was up, she should jump down and pee too.  So I was up then as well.  So sometime in between 3:00 and 5:15 (alarm clock time) I had a dream about a hot tub.  &lt;br /&gt;I was at school working on testing stuff.  I had my testing closet, but I kept putting cookies and peanut brittle on the shelves to save for test day.  I had a giant office with a neat little waterfall.  Someone came in to bring me a hot tub.  It was huge.  And made with pretty blue tile.  They put it next to my waterfall.  I had some people get in, but I didn't want to.  There were piles of black stuff in it and I wanted it cleaned first.  All of a sudden, me and a friend are touring some river in it.  We are riding in the hottub in some touristy town that has water for streets (nope, wasn't in Europe).  Our hot tub turned into a tiny raft at some point.  We made it to some westerny looking hotel and got out of the hot tub/raft and went inside.  We had to go up this giant red velvet staircase.  There was an old timey wester lady in front of us and behind us.  They were fighting and drew out their guns.  I woke up.  Boo on that.  &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am TIRED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-2202506826258502769?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2202506826258502769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2202506826258502769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/2202506826258502769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-8480303433140539157</id><published>2009-11-05T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:26:35.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tasty giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://megansmunchies.com/the-way-to-a-girls-heart-giveaway-jewelry-and-icing/#comment-8666"&gt;http://megansmunchies.com/the-way-to-a-girls-heart-giveaway-jewelry-and-icing/#comment-8666&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Megan's site.  Not post about tasty treats for us to try, she gives stuff away!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-8480303433140539157?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8480303433140539157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/tasty-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8480303433140539157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8480303433140539157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/tasty-giveaway.html' title='A tasty giveaway'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-1069641856205264761</id><published>2009-11-04T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:15:13.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this one for a while now. I even ran it by Jeff on Sunday while we were at lunch.  So many people gush about how their husband is the best ever.  Or how perfect their husband is (come on... really?  We know that can't possibly be true.  Boys are never perfect)  It's just funny to me.  I'm not a big gusher.  I didn't gush when I got engaged, I didn't gush about any of the wedding details.  I was pretty laid back about the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;Here's what I thought before Sunday.  Of course we all think our mate is the best husband there is.  Unless your relationship is rocky and struggling, you are going to think you picked the best possible person for yourself.  I know I did.  Believe me, I dated a bunch of people in order to figure this out (I should have won some sort of dating award!!).  Jeff is the best person for me.  He may not be as romantic or demonstrative of his love as I would like but he is calm for the most part.  He is level headed.  He told me Sunday that he actually is the best husband in the universe.  Ha.  But as we were talking about choosing the perfect person for you... I decided that wasn't right.  I chose the best person to put up with me.  (not who I could put up with).  Shouldn't it be more like that?  You chose the person who will deal with your faults.  Who will forgive you for all the silly things you do.  Who will yell back at you (even though they *claim* to be calm) but then wake up the following morning and not be angry anymore.  THAT is what I did.  That is how I chose Jeff.  I knew he would be the best at dealing with me.  I'm pretty tough to deal with sometimes.  Just ask my family - moody, short temperered, my feelers get hurt quickly, over sensitive, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's just my though on that.  I don't meant to hurt anyones feelings ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-1069641856205264761?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1069641856205264761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/marriage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1069641856205264761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/1069641856205264761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-8012558685933148078</id><published>2009-10-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T05:56:41.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 11th</title><content type='html'>I have an interview on November 11th.  It's not for a new job or anything like that.  I am really enjoying this year.  It's for something after school hours.  Just keep your fingers crossed that I get in!!  &lt;br /&gt;I love my job this year.  I have stayed super busy!  It's finally started to slow down so that I can breathe a little each day.  I think this year has been so busy because I have been trying so hard to make our school better.  Last year was all about staying afloat and getting by.  This year is finding ways to improve.  (and more testing... always more testing!:) )  I believe I am doing a good job this year.  My principal is happy - that's really all that matters, right?  Some may doubt my awesomeness, but they don't all that I do.  I don't do my job to have everyone like me...especially when they aren't doing their part.  I do my job for the teachers, the students, and the school in general.  I would like everyone to like me, sure.  But that isn't were my focus is.  (even though it still hurts my feelings when someone doesn't like me, or talks bad about me, or forgets about me.... I'm Mrs. Sensitive!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-8012558685933148078?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8012558685933148078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/november-11th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8012558685933148078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8012558685933148078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/november-11th.html' title='November 11th'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288995259553471006.post-8409004934457207465</id><published>2009-10-28T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:48:28.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time!</title><content type='html'>You know the movie Julie &amp; Julia?  She says "I have thoughts!"  That's kinda how I feel.  I have lots of thoughts.  So many that it is hard for me to keep track and get them all down.  I have put off starting this blog for about a month because I just don't know where to start.  I thought it would be neat to start this and as Jeff and I grow with our family, everyone could keep up with it (if anyone wants to).  I like having a place to vent or just write down what's happened.  I sort throught a lot of things just by writing them down - I'm a major list keeper!&lt;br /&gt;Want to know about us?  Jeff and I went to high school (and junior high) together.  I never really knew him though.  I knew alot of his friends.  Dated a couple, had crushes on a couple :)  We met about 4 years ago after talking on myspace for a while.  We dated about 7 months and broke up.  We stayed friends and would go out and do things -except for the time when I had a horrible boyfriend.  In October 2007, he confessed that he still loved me.  We picked out a ring in November and got engaged in January.  We got married on October 4, 2008.  I was 31 and he was turning 31 in 10 days.  We are both stubborn and set in our ways.  He is very independent.  I rely on others a lot.  I am a bit OCD, he ISN'T!  :)  We get along most days but we have had some big ones.  Marriage is tough.  Living with someone is tough.  I've never lived with a boy before I got married.  We are figuring it out as we go.  We are both determined to make our marriage and our life work for us.  We love and care about each other.  That is enough to keep us going, even in the midst of the GIANT fights.  &lt;br /&gt;We have a dog named Poopers and a cat named Raleigh.  We want kiddos but so far that has not happened.  Everyone keep their fingers crossed!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to start talking about my life and the things I think about.  Here we go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288995259553471006-8409004934457207465?l=myworldinfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8409004934457207465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8409004934457207465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288995259553471006/posts/default/8409004934457207465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldinfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time!'/><author><name>Just Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14179514426037784814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekXz1UQ1Gxk/SuBjo_V0ReI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PhYYD45DqLE/S220/Christmas+pics+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
