<?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-5963562899710759519</id><updated>2012-02-17T19:33:44.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lambert Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>Does life get any better than this?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7899456024065141085</id><published>2010-06-19T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:30:03.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico Vacation (342 photos, 15 videos), by Jennifer Lambert</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3Njk4NjU1NjQwNiZwdD*xMjc2OTg2NjAxMjAzJnA9NjUxMzIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1mZjU2NTQ5ZGQ2MDI*/ZTM*OTU3NDU3MDg*NWZkNjZkOSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www2.snapfish.com/snapfish/fbshareredirect/p=553191276986555754/l=8148285013/g=99863167/redirectURL=share/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=4917833013/a=99863167_99863167/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Snapfish%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=342%20photos%2C%2015%20videos/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www2.snapfish.com/snapfish/getimagetnurl/AlbumID=4917833013/a=99863167_99863167/'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd like to share my Snapfish photos with you. Once you have checked out my photos you can order prints and upload your own photos to share.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www2.snapfish.com/snapfish/fbshareredirect/p=553191276986555754/l=8148285013/g=99863167/redirectURL=share/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=4917833013/a=99863167_99863167/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Snapfish%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=342%20photos%2C%2015%20videos/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/'&gt;Click here to view photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7899456024065141085?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7899456024065141085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7899456024065141085' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7899456024065141085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7899456024065141085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2010/06/mexico-vacation-342-photos-15-videos-by.html' title='Mexico Vacation (342 photos, 15 videos), by Jennifer Lambert'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1974675190046136889</id><published>2010-06-19T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:28:04.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gl1sFTMkkQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gl1sFTMkkQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5963562899710759519-1974675190046136889?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1974675190046136889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1974675190046136889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1974675190046136889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1974675190046136889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2010/06/mexico-2010.html' title='Mexico 2010'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-401240544652011779</id><published>2010-01-29T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:12:23.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider Your  Words</title><content type='html'>Before you act, comment, respond, post or criticize ask yourself, How would this make me feel on my worst day?  If you are confident that your comment will not negatively affect someone else then you are safe.  We never know how our words can be interpreted or misconstrued.  Whether well intended or not words can hurt or crush someone. &lt;br /&gt;My the words of my mouth be uplifting to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-401240544652011779?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/401240544652011779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=401240544652011779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/401240544652011779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/401240544652011779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2010/01/consider-your-words.html' title='Consider Your  Words'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6647372307209627775</id><published>2009-11-28T09:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:16:05.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 466px;"&gt; &lt;object width="466" height="375"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had all of the family in the same house.  There were 25 at one time!  The boys said it was great to have everyone together, and wanted to know if other families has all their grandparents in the same house.  (hee hee)  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"&gt;  &lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=FJ3wn7XE&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false"&gt;  &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="showCode=FJ3wn7XE&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6647372307209627775?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6647372307209627775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6647372307209627775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6647372307209627775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6647372307209627775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2054869672642638829</id><published>2009-11-01T13:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:12:27.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day at church!  We have recently joined FBC Wylie and are constantly reminded of the plans that God has for us here.  Isn't awesome when you can really feel like you are walking on the path God has planned for you.  Our move was very difficult, leaving friends and family always is, but it was one that I felt so sure of I could not ignore it.  Since Bill and I made the decision to leave Northlake and move to FBC God has really been present. &lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days when God showed up in this place.  Kris our preacher was preaching about Trusting God and following His plan.  He spoke of standing up for God, and isn't that what we want, to be like Elijah and be used by God to impact the world?  Then WHY aren't we? What is standing in our way? Why do we let it?  He made a great point we he walked us through 1 Kings 17; and that was in order to STAND Up for God we must SIT at His Feet.  I loved that picture!  We can not stand-up for our god unless we sit at His feet and let Him be the King of our life!  WOW! I left that service a changed person!&lt;br /&gt;So we leave "big church" and move into our bible study class.  how can we top that...We did!  Our class is completing a study on the Organic God, sounds cheesy I know, but it has been awesome.  Highly recommend this 6 week study!  In this session there were many great things, but at the end of the class Bruce, our teacher, asked us if we had any "Why" questions for God.  Well, yeah...Duh!  If you don't then what the heck have you been doing? He then proceeds to read from our study materials that if we have a question asking Why God?  We should turn it around and ask Why not me?  This does not mean Why not me in a selfish sense but in a Why am I here, what is my bigger purpose in all of this.  I felt like I was hit by a bolt of lightening.  My why questions are always about Dylan, my student that was killed in the 4th grade 3 years ago.  I have struggled with Why God takes children ever since.  Today I changed my Why question to Why did God not take one of my children?  What great purpose does He have in store for them that I am here to prepare them for.  Why did God not take me?  Because He is not finished with me, my purpose on this earth is not yet fulfilled.  What am I doing to fulfill it?  That is the question I left with...Why not me?  What a day!  I am so blessed and I continue to be in awe of the amazing treasures we have here on earth.  As I told Bill this morning, heaven is going to feel like this...and he said nope better!  WOW!  Better than this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2054869672642638829?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2054869672642638829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2054869672642638829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2054869672642638829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2054869672642638829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-5281510721935483644</id><published>2009-10-05T17:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:37:18.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>I can not believe how long it has been since I last wrote a blog.  Life in "Lambert Land" has not changed all that much, notice I did not say it is uneventful, because it is anything but that.  The boys are now in 4th and 2nd grade and doing great.  Report cards come home this week and we are expecting both boys to make straight A's.  They love competing with each other for the best grades.  Of course things will get more challenging, but it is a good start!  We are smack dab in the middle of football season.  This means that three nights a week, if not more, and all day Saturday we are at Community Park.  I would not trade it for anything!  I have become "that Mom" try as I may I can not keep my big mouth shut when they are playing and I get pretty excited when watching them.  They both play EVERY SINGLE SNAP of every game, offense and defense.  Travis is also the deep snapper for any punts.  We had no idea he could do this until the first day of practice.  Travis is the only second grader playing on his team.  Tyler plays for the WFL Desperadoes and Travis is on the LSU Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;In early September Mom had her second knee replacement.  After a few days she was sent home doing remarkably well.  She is still recovering, it has been 4 weeks and she is well ahead of the game.  Looks like we will have LeeLee back in no time.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I are currently thinking about summer vacation.  We are going on the great Family RoadTrip this summer.  The Lamberts are heading to Yellowstone and everywhere in between.  I think the boys are more excited about going to Las Vegas at this point.  HA!  Hey Cody and Kristen, get ready we are heading that way this summer!&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be better about updating my blog, I miss this outlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis is #94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Ssp0ymAbH5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/XKeuwPEEvdE/s1600-h/DSCN2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Ssp0ymAbH5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/XKeuwPEEvdE/s320/DSCN2198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389248316646825874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Ssp0AuBWaxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2wz3UB70l5E/s1600-h/DSCN2206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Ssp0AuBWaxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/2wz3UB70l5E/s320/DSCN2206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389247459804736274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SspzoN9lsmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qatEcKG8ajo/s1600-h/DSCN2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SspzoN9lsmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/qatEcKG8ajo/s320/DSCN2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389247038882165346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#98 is Tyler "King Kong" Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sspyyd3frII/AAAAAAAAAc0/4Oio1RDm0Sw/s1600-h/desperados+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sspyyd3frII/AAAAAAAAAc0/4Oio1RDm0Sw/s320/desperados+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389246115438636162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-5281510721935483644?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/5281510721935483644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=5281510721935483644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5281510721935483644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5281510721935483644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Ssp0ymAbH5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/XKeuwPEEvdE/s72-c/DSCN2198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2973806875988210990</id><published>2009-08-17T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:16:14.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Keep Christ in Schools"</title><content type='html'>Keep Christ in Schools is something that for some reason has always hit a nerve with me.  This might sound a bit strange to you at first.  Why this bothers me is not exactly why you might think.  Anytime I hear someone plead for Christ in schools I want to say... HE is there where are you?  You see Christ lives in the heart of the teachers and therefore, no matter how hard naysayers try they can not take HIM out.&lt;br /&gt;This was brought to mind today as I was moving through my Inservice Day today.  As I walked into Birmingham teachers were expressing praises for the prayers that were lifted up over the summer by their colleagues.  This is such a common occurrence that it did not even really hit me until later.  After Birmingham I moved over to Smith to continue our meetings.  Scott Winn had prepared a PDAS training, just like all principals must do.  However, he gave it HIS own touch, you see Scott tied a bible verse to each Domain that he covered.  Proving that as we go on about our daily lives we are truly fulfilling our MISSION.  I had a warm fuzzy feeling as I walked through the halls after that.  Christ is in schools because he is in the heart of the staff.  Finally, as I sat at our beginning of the year convocation once again God proved that HE is in school.  We were led in prayer by a school board member, and not just a PC invocation, this was a Dear Heavenly Father, In Jesus Name Prayer.  Over and over the speakers thanked God and spoke of their faith.  God is in schools!&lt;br /&gt;I am not naive, I know this is not the way life is in every district.  Guess what... that is why I do not teach in any other district.  I teach in Wylie ISD because that is where God is used with a capital G and without reservations.  I am proud to say that my mission field is Wylie ISD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2973806875988210990?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2973806875988210990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2973806875988210990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2973806875988210990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2973806875988210990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-christ-in-schools.html' title='&quot;Keep Christ in Schools&quot;'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-451123115057267417</id><published>2009-07-15T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:41:56.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sl34txYNFBI/AAAAAAAAAco/YJM6lO-77NI/s1600-h/gamby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358712596873417746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sl34txYNFBI/AAAAAAAAAco/YJM6lO-77NI/s320/gamby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't funny how a scent can bring back such wonderful memories? Ok, maybe not always wonderful, but memories nonetheless. I was looking through some stuff and found a shirt that was last seen at my grandmother's house in May. It was still in the suitcase to be honest! When I picked it up I smelled it to be sure it did not smell like an old suitcase, and to my surprise it took me back to my grandmother's house in an instant. I can not put into words the smell of her house, I just know it when I smell it. I don't think I even realize the smell when I am there. It is not a smell of moth balls or bengay like some other comparisons might be, this is a smell of home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of memories! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of sitting on the back porch watching humming birds, or climbing in the tree house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of sitting in her kitchen watching her make individual breakfasts for who ever happens to be there at the time, then going back as soon as someone else comes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is even a smell of sitting in the front seat of an old white car with my cousin on the arm rest singing "You Better Watch Out!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of apple fritters after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of endless sleepovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of old office furniture in the back room where I wrote lessons in "cursive" for my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of cherry cobbler and strawberry cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smell of Gamby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is Gamby's birthday and I wish I was there to "smell" it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-451123115057267417?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/451123115057267417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=451123115057267417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/451123115057267417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/451123115057267417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/07/smell.html' title='The Smell'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sl34txYNFBI/AAAAAAAAAco/YJM6lO-77NI/s72-c/gamby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4784766480946918846</id><published>2009-07-09T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:39:08.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>After a few months of hiatus from the blogging world I am back.  I suppose I have been using my status updates on facebook as one-line blogging.  Today I realized that some people do not appreciate the long updates and it actually annoys them.  So for these people I will return to blogging!  (how I really feel can be found out privately!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer officially started for me today.  Yes, it is July 9th and I do still teach!  Apparently, I have the inability to say NO! and got roped into many "extras" this summer.  All of which have been a blast, just not really lending much to that carefree summer I have grown to love so much.  The summer started off with VBS where Bill and I taught together for the first time since high school.  It was fun spending time with him!  He left the very next week to go to Youth Camp with our church in Corpus Christi.  While he was gone I was the director of Camp Invention.  This is a camp held in Wylie each year that focuses on Science and Creativity.  I had been told that it would be real easy and to hope I could pull in 30 kids, with the "economy" like it is that was wishful thinking.  OK, we had 70 kids come on our second day!  This is almost twice the size of any camp Wylie has ever run.  Which explains why I was exhausted by the time Friday rolled around!  I will say it was by far one of the best experiences my boys have had with any kind of camp!  Bill returned on Saturday only to empty the suitcase for me and kiss me goodbye~ Tyler and I were off to Preteen Camp for a week.  That is a blog in itself!  HA!  We had fun and I would not trade the time we were able to spend together.  Finally, yesterday I had my last committed day for a little while.  I taught two classes of teachers yesterday, a total of 80 people in two sessions.  Today we packed a lunch and stayed at the pool until we could not take it anymore.  I love summer!  Tomorrow I get to have lunch with my mom, just us no kids great times!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4784766480946918846?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4784766480946918846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4784766480946918846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4784766480946918846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4784766480946918846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1869279211168813831</id><published>2009-04-25T20:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:02:09.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SfPAaCCO_WI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rpbSUS6WB68/s1600-h/DSCN1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SfPAZ_GDGuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/24_X8WrFFSw/s1600-h/DSCN1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328814336775494370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SfPAZ_GDGuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/24_X8WrFFSw/s320/DSCN1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Kelley and I walked for a CURE for Cancer. I will tell you that I was not prepared for the overwhelming emotions that I felt as the night went on. We began our journey at 7:00pm Friday night and we continued walking throughout the night until our last lap that took place at about 6:30 am. Yes, that is correct almost 12 hours! We walked a great deal of this time, not all of it, that would be crazy! There were two men that did walk all night and one clocked in 50 miles. WOW! We did sleep for about 30 minutes three different times, cat naps if you will. It was just long enough to fill our energy up to make it another mile or so. The speakers were so powerful! Some have asked why would I do such a thing...here is why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for hope for a cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for Rick Blake that kicked cancer's butt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for Maria that just took her last Chemo treatment Wednesday and made it all night long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for the hope that my children will not have to wonder "when" not "if" cancer will touch their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for those that have lost their battle to help other to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for doctors that devote their lives to finding a cure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for friendship that will withstand the agony of hardship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for family that will be affected by cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for family that don't understand why I walk for a cure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for HOPE in a terrible situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for the HOPE of saving ONE life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for the HOPE for tomorrow for just one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk to see the purple shirt with the word SURVIVOR on a 5 year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for the Purple Sash on her little brother that says CARE GIVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk for those that have gone before, those that will come, and those that stand beside me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I walked and I will never be the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1869279211168813831?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1869279211168813831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1869279211168813831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1869279211168813831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1869279211168813831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/04/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay for Life'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SfPAZ_GDGuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/24_X8WrFFSw/s72-c/DSCN1636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-5529311851099012038</id><published>2009-04-18T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:33:19.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Travis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SepVFLn0pDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2HMsTt0E67o/s1600-h/DSCN1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326163056826557490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SepVFLn0pDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2HMsTt0E67o/s320/DSCN1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Travis turns 7! He has become such a little man. He is so responsible and respectful. He loves his teachers, friends, and family so much. The boy could spend every moment outside and be happy as can be. He will tell you that his best friend is his Gungle, my dad. I love that! I think it is so special to have such a great relationship with your grandparents. Travis loves to play football and is quarterback for his flag team right now. I thank God everyday for giving me a family that is devoted to each other and loves each other more each day. The boys hardly fight at all and just really love being together, and as they say that is "PRICELESS!" Thanks for letting me brag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-5529311851099012038?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/5529311851099012038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=5529311851099012038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5529311851099012038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5529311851099012038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-travis.html' title='Happy Birthday Travis!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SepVFLn0pDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2HMsTt0E67o/s72-c/DSCN1557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6992506504217569283</id><published>2009-04-18T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:23:59.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Words can not begin to describe the fun we had in Walt Disney World! As Travis said today it was the greatest birthday present he has ever and will ever get. I might just have to second that! Mom has put together a photo show that has almost 300 pictures in it. I have almost that many as well! What did we do before digital cameras? I am attaching the photo show, but please do not feel like I want anyone that reads this to sit through all 300 pictures. I just never want to forget what a great time we had. Click through at your leisure! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 466px"&gt;&lt;object height="375" width="466"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://content.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=xN2da7AF&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://content.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.1.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;embed src="http://content.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="showCode=xN2da7AF&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://content.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.1.xml&amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6992506504217569283?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6992506504217569283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6992506504217569283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6992506504217569283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6992506504217569283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazing-vacation.html' title='An Amazing Vacation!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4957097049266055747</id><published>2009-04-02T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:13:14.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Skate Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgJF-FDBLjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SgJF-FDBLjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know heaven had a skate park? Yep it sure does! We built it three years ago. Three years ago on the back lot at Cox Elementary. We drew a sketch with our chalk and our friends and we prepared the perfect place for our friend. A place where he would be safe. A place where he could play with the angels and never feel pain. A place where he could watch us grow and mature and move on, but never forget. Heaven's Skate Park is not just a dream, for God was with us that day when we all came together. That day we learned more than I before E we learned how to care for more than just me. We learned that day not about numbers and math but about life and how it can take an unexpected path. We never knew Friday was the day to say good bye. I never knew you would see your teacher cry! Three years ago we lost a Coyote and a friend a classmate, a student, a brother, and a son. Thanks to three years ago I will never be the same. Never see a class the way I once did. Never pass an alley without a pause a deep breath and a quick prayer. A prayer that somewhere in Heaven's Skate Park there is a little boy landing the tricks we all envision only in our minds!&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Dylan Meheut!&lt;br /&gt;Your teacher will never forget you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4957097049266055747?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4957097049266055747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4957097049266055747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4957097049266055747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4957097049266055747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/04/heavens-skate-park.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Skate Park'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8998864255872680641</id><published>2009-03-29T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:49:04.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walt Disney World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SdAI25JPz3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/4Bn6Yc8DDRM/s1600-h/123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318760899070119794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SdAI25JPz3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/4Bn6Yc8DDRM/s320/123.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold your breath; Count to Ten; Relax, Relax, Relax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No those are not the words we told the boys after they heard the news those are the words that have been going through my head daily as I think about the amazing gift we have been given. We are going to Disney World, and I am too excited to sleep! My parents have so graciously given us this trip for our birthdays. We leave on Thursday, April 9 and get to play until Tuesday evening. I must say it is all very overwhelming! This place is amazing!! We have a wonderful travel agent that has put together a travel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; that takes us everywhere we need to go. We will be waking up by seven and to the parks by 8:30am. As far as I can tell we barely have time to sleep, but really who cares! This is a once in a lifetime type of trip! We can sleep when we are old, for now we will play!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any suggestions let me know!! I will post pictures as we go on our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mickey or Bust!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8998864255872680641?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8998864255872680641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8998864255872680641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8998864255872680641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8998864255872680641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/03/walt-disney-world.html' title='Walt Disney World'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SdAI25JPz3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/4Bn6Yc8DDRM/s72-c/123.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7917547049589356914</id><published>2009-03-20T15:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:11:21.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/ScQGCLngx4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/r7dYQNKrw3E/s1600-h/DSCN1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315380094752049026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/ScQGCLngx4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/r7dYQNKrw3E/s320/DSCN1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/ScQGBw5pNII/AAAAAAAAAbw/YxUDC7QB8aM/s1600-h/DSCN1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315380087580341378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/ScQGBw5pNII/AAAAAAAAAbw/YxUDC7QB8aM/s320/DSCN1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday, March 20, 2009! That means that nine years ago today I had an epidural and some serious pain meds pumping through my veins. I also had no idea how my life was going to be changed. So many people worry because kids will take away their independence and freedom. Well, yes that does happen but it is replaced with a love that can not be put into words. The moment I held Tyler in my arms I felt my heart fill with the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. I was meant to be a mom, meant to be everything to these two little boys and at that very moment I knew it. Today we celebrate Tyler's birthday! I love you little man. Who is not so little anymore!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoe size: 8 mens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 4ft 8in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 105 (he prides himself in that number, HA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite things: Wii, Football, iCarly, and playing with Travis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315380098547727170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/ScQGCZweO0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/tXWtCgquX-c/s320/DSCN1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7917547049589356914?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7917547049589356914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7917547049589356914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7917547049589356914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7917547049589356914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-tyler.html' title='Happy Birthday, Tyler'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/ScQGCLngx4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/r7dYQNKrw3E/s72-c/DSCN1176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4257206706233554609</id><published>2009-03-16T10:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:06:09.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What FUN are we doing today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sb5ukkddzII/AAAAAAAAAbA/2vpF7mjozS0/s1600-h/DSCN1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313806184885374082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sb5ukkddzII/AAAAAAAAAbA/2vpF7mjozS0/s320/DSCN1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your kids are anything like mine the first question they ask is "What are we doing fun today?" Travis has asked this question every day since he could talk he just got it a little mixed up and would say "What fun are we doing today?" Unfortunately we thought it was so funny it just sorta stuck. Well this week is Spring Break and I beat him to the punch. I decided that we would fill a bowl with fun things we want to do and then draw from it each day. This way the boys know for sure we are doing something they want to do each day. There is a catch though...I filled another cup with five chores we need to complete this week. After we complete our chore then we can do our fun activity. Hopefully, it will keep us all focused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Update- Day 1 took us to Main Event to Bowl, play video games, and Laser Tag. The Chore was to clean out Mommy's Closet. (I found myself all alone in my closet... go figure!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313925519626320226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sb7bGxA1uWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/u313yXxhmnI/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313925534557999490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sb7bHoo1EYI/AAAAAAAAAbY/IEAOL_4GvwY/s320/DSCN1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313925524365301362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sb7bHCqs1nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7NHsZf72OCQ/s320/DSCN1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4257206706233554609?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4257206706233554609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4257206706233554609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4257206706233554609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4257206706233554609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-fun-are-we-doing-today.html' title='What FUN are we doing today?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/Sb5ukkddzII/AAAAAAAAAbA/2vpF7mjozS0/s72-c/DSCN1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1334598935249039450</id><published>2009-03-14T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:52:44.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Fun Begin</title><content type='html'>It is here, the first break of the second semester!  The best break of all SPRING BREAK!!  This year we are staying home, which is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; for us since we love to go go go.  I can honestly say I have NOTHING planned until Friday and that is the best gift of all.  I am so looking forward to staying in bed until well after school would have even started, drinking a cup of coffee and then deciding what I need to do that day.  Of course I have all kinds of things on my list of things I could do...  The boys and I are just going to play and relax this week.  Yea!  I will share some pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1334598935249039450?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1334598935249039450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1334598935249039450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1334598935249039450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1334598935249039450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-fun-begin.html' title='Let the Fun Begin'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6311772959962811562</id><published>2009-03-12T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:49:09.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis's Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SbnFf4CfocI/AAAAAAAAAa4/z57-ukzocPc/s1600-h/DSCN1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312494386869674434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SbnFf4CfocI/AAAAAAAAAa4/z57-ukzocPc/s320/DSCN1107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little man has a girlfriend! Of course he will not talk to me about it, because I just tell him girls are icky! I had to learn about it from her mom. Well, I will stay in denial forever!! He is my baby and I am the only girl for him. HA! Becca is her name and she just happens to live across the street. So weird since they have known each other since they were born. Here are some pictures and video of their first dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312494383317347090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SbnFfqzjaxI/AAAAAAAAAaw/b3jO4UdbDMI/s320/DSCN1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72e661e77d42d078" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72e661e77d42d078%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EBA5F3B2DDF01DC4897064C293186E1D49C93E3.1057027244B07FCD13543D7B64DD8652800A71D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72e661e77d42d078%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVdXgyv1-vOPRrAysPpAafbEjDT8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72e661e77d42d078%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331751046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EBA5F3B2DDF01DC4897064C293186E1D49C93E3.1057027244B07FCD13543D7B64DD8652800A71D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72e661e77d42d078%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVdXgyv1-vOPRrAysPpAafbEjDT8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6311772959962811562?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=72e661e77d42d078&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6311772959962811562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6311772959962811562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6311772959962811562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6311772959962811562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/03/traviss-dance.html' title='Travis&apos;s Dance'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SbnFf4CfocI/AAAAAAAAAa4/z57-ukzocPc/s72-c/DSCN1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4429690537114525348</id><published>2009-02-20T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:24:45.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAMA Momma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SZ87tTRrn8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/P1E8C39yR7A/s1600-h/10427~My-Valentine-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305024535520321474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SZ87tTRrn8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/P1E8C39yR7A/s320/10427~My-Valentine-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wondered know for sometime when the boy/girl drama starts in kids. I knew that 4th graders usually had minimal amounts of love life drama so I expected it to approach next year. Tyler has been very found of two girls all of his life, Grace and Chandler. Grace has always been referred to as the "summer time girl" and Channie was the "school year girl." This all changed last week! Tyler is in a class with all of the boys that will be considered jocks in about 10 years. None of which think having a "girl friend" is cool. Tyler luckily has not fallen into their trap just yet, or so I thought. A target a few weeks ago Travis decided that he was going to buy a special Valentine for the little girl across the street, Becca. So as to not be left out of the spirit of Valentine's Day Tyler also bought a gift for one of his girls. He told me that he would just have to think about who to give it to. So as the day got closer I happened to ask who he had decided to give it to, he said Channie. So cute!! The next day I talked to Chandler's mom whom I work with and I let it slip that Tyler was going to give her a valentine. BIG MISTAKE!!! Becky then went home and told Channie that Tyler was going to ask her to be his valentine. All smiles, right? NOT! Tyler announces that night that he has changed his mind and is now asking Grace. Crap! Well, I really did not think too much about it until I got a call the next day. Becky was working at the kids school and found them both in tears. Apparently Channie had asked Tyler about being Valentines right in front of the other boys....big mistake. Tyler quickly announced that he was not asking her he was asking a girl from church. I am sure with a smug look! This devastated Channie! Becky talked to her and got to the bottom of the tears. She then asked Tyler to be sweet to Channie and that told him that what he said hurt her feelings. Enter tears!! The worst thing in the world to Tyler is for him to think he has hurt your feelings. (Great for discipline, terrible in life!) Now both kids are crying! Apparently they got it together and finished the day. When I picked up Tyler I asked how his day was and he said, "Great, until you ruined it!" OUCH!! Lesson learned I am staying out of his business. At least until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4429690537114525348?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4429690537114525348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4429690537114525348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4429690537114525348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4429690537114525348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/02/drama-momma.html' title='DRAMA Momma!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SZ87tTRrn8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/P1E8C39yR7A/s72-c/10427~My-Valentine-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1469132612969227050</id><published>2009-02-02T20:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:10:10.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>This month our church is focusing on "Fire Proofing Your Marriage" and the first sermon was on LOVE no doubt.  I love reading 1 Corinthians 13, it is one of my favorites.  However, yesterday John brought up a point I have never thought of before.  He focused on LOVE NEVER FAILS!  When we look at the world we see love, really we do without looking to terribly hard.  BUT do we see LOVE that NEVER fails? NOPE!  We see Love that is good until the illusion of something better comes along and then poof the love is gone.  How sad it is that this is acceptable!  The only love that I could think of that the world would not at some point replace is possibly the love a mother has for her children, but even that is lost sometimes.  I could not help but pray right then and there for our world, our country, our state, city and my family!  Please Lord remind me daily that true LOVE never fails!  Your love never fails, I am loved and that will never fail.  That should be enough, That is enough!  God's love is the green grass on the other side!  If only America could see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1469132612969227050?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1469132612969227050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1469132612969227050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1469132612969227050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1469132612969227050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8486369020792853961</id><published>2009-01-28T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:06:15.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Texas Style = ICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SYDku_j61GI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/akRVGhU-1Pc/s1600-h/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296484657774908514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SYDku_j61GI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/akRVGhU-1Pc/s320/DSCN1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (As the ice started we were at the Stars game!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang at 5:15 am to give me the news that we would be able to stay home today. This was not as exciting as you might think. It is much better to have a delayed start in school, because those days do not have to be made up! Today is a "bad weather" day and now we loose the long weekend in April. BUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice started about 9:00 last night. I know this because we were in downtown Dallas at the Stars game. The drive home was a bit frightening with the roads and bridges being covered in ice. I was thankful for my husband who thinks nothing about driving on the ice and can put up with my white knuckles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I have stayed in my jammies most of the day in front of the fire. Only getting up long enough to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer. Enough laziness I must get moving, this has been a great break from reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8486369020792853961?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8486369020792853961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8486369020792853961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8486369020792853961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8486369020792853961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-texas-style-ice.html' title='Snow Day Texas Style = ICE'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SYDku_j61GI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/akRVGhU-1Pc/s72-c/DSCN1021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2266562371165811383</id><published>2009-01-20T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:31:49.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SXaJA7p67-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/hva_9VJ_Kdw/s1600-h/capt_1c278f8fbd1449068b5a4f2cbaeff91b_obama_inauguration_home_states_ball_dctg105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293569061127122914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SXaJA7p67-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/hva_9VJ_Kdw/s320/capt_1c278f8fbd1449068b5a4f2cbaeff91b_obama_inauguration_home_states_ball_dctg105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where were you? (Today is a day we will always remember)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to blog about today because it was such a momentous day. Schools stopped today to watch history made rather than read about it in some lousy textbook. Today America rejoiced because some many dreams have come true. As I woke up this morning and continued on my normal "school day" routines it did not occur to me how reflective I was going to be today. At least not until the boys woke up. They were pumped and ready! Today was something new something they had never experienced and they are both old enough to understand the importance of this Inauguration Day. Tyler asked if he was going to get to watch the "Inaug- er- nation" (that's a hard word to get out!) When I told him yes he immediately wanted to know what it will be like. Knowing what he knows about politics he knew there would be some speech involved. Then he asked pointedly if they would then give him the "keys" ??? I pause to try to figure out which keys he could be referring to, then I say, "Like, keys to the USA?" Only to have him respond, "No, Mom! (I get that a lot these days) The Keys to the White House. The US has a button everyone knows that!" I almost spit out my orange juice. Instead I say I am not sure watch today and see how it goes. HA! Well, after school he reluctantly told me that there were no keys given and that there are not even keys to the White House. (well, there you go!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I realized the DREAM...My Kids are living in a nation where they are not judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character! I pray that this dream continues to be fulfilled around the world! What dream is being dreamt tonight that we think is so outrageous, so far out of our reach some think it is not even reality, what dream is it? Who is dreaming it? My students, my kids, my neighbors, who? Maybe even me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2266562371165811383?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2266562371165811383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2266562371165811383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2266562371165811383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2266562371165811383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-day.html' title='Inauguration Day'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SXaJA7p67-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/hva_9VJ_Kdw/s72-c/capt_1c278f8fbd1449068b5a4f2cbaeff91b_obama_inauguration_home_states_ball_dctg105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1538136819117365437</id><published>2009-01-19T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:12:34.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>America Redefined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SXUI2BwGLuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5pFsNM9sVBw/s1600-h/barack-obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293146661320011490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SXUI2BwGLuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5pFsNM9sVBw/s320/barack-obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow marks the day that America as we know it will be changed. Some feel that this will be the beginning of the end, to those I say wake up! America has hidden the fact that racism is alive and well in the hearts of so many. Tomorrow we confront the racism and vow as a country to not tolerate it any long. That piece of our history will be put behind us and we will rise up as ONE NATION, black, white, red, or blue. WE are one country!!! Like him or not we must respect our president! The joy of being American is the freedom to not have to agree with him. What we must accept is that we are changed, we are moving beyond seeing people for the color of their skin and we will, Mr. King, view people by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quality of their character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Today I am proud to be an American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The song being played is a compilation by U2, Seal, Faith Hill, Bruce Springsteen, Mary J. Bilge and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1538136819117365437?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1538136819117365437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1538136819117365437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1538136819117365437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1538136819117365437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/01/america-redefined.html' title='America Redefined'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SXUI2BwGLuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5pFsNM9sVBw/s72-c/barack-obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4625773495748835689</id><published>2009-01-10T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:58:13.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Posts in one Day</title><content type='html'>I have really missed blogging lately so I guess tonight I will make up for it.  Really I just have a gripe that I need to share with the masses! &lt;br /&gt;What is the time frame for Christmas Trees and Lights?&lt;br /&gt;This was at one time not too hard of a question, at least the tree part.  However, artificial trees have changed everything.  No longer do you have pine needles filling your living room gently reminding you that you have a potential fire danger lurking in your living room.  Oh-no!  Now we can put our tree up the week of Thanksgiving and leave that thing up until Valentine's Day.  That is unless you have me living near you and I can see it!  My neighbors have their tree up and ON!  Don't worry I give them a dirty look every time I pass by and say REALLY? REALLY? (kidding) I understand not taking the Christmas Lights off of the house, or maybe even not taking the tree down until you have free time, but do you really have to still turn them on. I know maybe their husband has gotten a new job, I know I will send Bill over there to help them,  He will love that! (NOT!)  There are more than a couple of houses in our neighborhood with their house lights ON now almost half way through January.  I am sure they have a tree up inside as well.  HMMPH! &lt;br /&gt;What is the "rule" for these things?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me bothered by this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4625773495748835689?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4625773495748835689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4625773495748835689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4625773495748835689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4625773495748835689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-posts-in-one-day.html' title='2 Posts in one Day'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2046686311427487259</id><published>2009-01-10T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:36:32.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SWlpKGPMVCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RpKPpihATM8/s1600-h/texas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289874859517301794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SWlpKGPMVCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RpKPpihATM8/s320/texas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How big is this state anyway? Well, I will tell you! In a six weeks period of time I have spanned the state from north to south, east to west, from panhandle to coast. This is one HUGE state!!! Why in the world am I traveling around the state you ask??? Because gas prices are down...we are celebrating...NOT! The answer pretty much sums up the last few weeks of 2008 and the first few of 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you have read and I am sure are as sick of it as I am we were a bit obsessed with football this fall. The Wylie Pirates, our home town high school, made it to the state finals. In the process of getting there we said our final farewells to Texas Stadium and took two road trips. The first road trip took us on another adventure to Waco. We are able to go down and back in a day, luckily! The boys know Waco now about as well as they know Garland. Travis feels comfortable telling Bill where to turn when we are driving to Floyd Casey Stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sidebar for those Aggie fans...you will never find a Baylor grad naming their kids after the football stadium! AND it is not because our team stinks. Can you imagine naming your kid Floyd Casey???) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I am back...After winning in Waco the team moved to the state championship in Houston. Since we are always looking for an excuse to drive down and see Chad and Samantha (old high school friends) we loaded up the car and drove down I-45. I hate the drive to Houston it is just about as dull as they come. OK, scratch that comment...Our next road trip was about as dull as they come. On Christmas morning we drove to El Paso. That drive spans the length of the state and takes no less than 9 hours. 9 very very long hours!! I used to blame the miserableness of the trip on small kids, nope now it is just me whining. Are we there yet? Are we there yet? This trip ended our family travels for the time being. On Tuesday the girls I work with and I are heading to Corpus Christi, TX for a workshop. This will take me to the southern coast. Yipee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really do have to love a state that consists of forests in Houston, rolling hills to Waco, deserts in El Paso, and a beach in Corpus. Why would anyone want to live anywhere else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2046686311427487259?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2046686311427487259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2046686311427487259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2046686311427487259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2046686311427487259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2009/01/texas.html' title='Texas'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SWlpKGPMVCI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RpKPpihATM8/s72-c/texas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-860279716161944262</id><published>2008-12-29T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:43:58.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Travels</title><content type='html'>Today I am writing this blog sitting in the kitchen of a wonderful cabin in Ruidoso, New Mexico.  As I sit here three deer have strolled by paying no attention to the two little boys causing such a ruckus.  There is only about ten inches of snow here and yesterday it was 45 degrees, so basically conditions are great for everything except for skiing!  It is a little depressing for Bill to be this close to a ski lift and not actually get to use it, but he is managing through.  We are going to go tubing with the boys and the rest of the family this morning, then Mom, Grandma and I are going to hit the shops.  We have found a tea room that looks just perfect!  bill and Dad are hoping to keep the boys all day and the escape to the casinos tonight.  This has been a great Christmas gift from my Grandma.  I will post pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I almost forgot...last night Bill and I decided to run to the store and get the essentials for breakfast and a bottle of wine.  We plugged our coordinates into our new GPS (#3 for us) and off we went.  The cabin we are at is about at the middle of the mountain, but the roads leading to it were clear.  Well, "Samantha" decided that the quickest way home from the IGA store was over the top of the mountain and to our cabin.  What Samantha does not take into consideration is the fact that no one  has traveled this road since it snowed ten inches!  About two miles into this journey I realized we were not on a safe course.  We were winding up these ICE covered roads in the dark.  One turn proved to both of us that potentially sliding off the side of the mountain was all together possible.  I tensed up and was on the verge of hyperventilating.  He said as we stopped the car, "We might really be screwed!"  That did not help my level of anxiety1  He was able to slide back down the hill and turn around without falling off the side of the cliff and then drive us back to the cabin.  MY HERO!  I turned Samantha off after using some choice words to describe my feelings for her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-860279716161944262?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/860279716161944262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=860279716161944262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/860279716161944262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/860279716161944262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-travels.html' title='Holiday Travels'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8571139210477944742</id><published>2008-12-14T19:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:42:03.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Before the Week Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>The stress has hit and the frenzies have started!  Christmas is in the air and we can not avoid it any longer.  I was feeling pretty good about my Christmas planning so far.  I did most of my shopping the day after Thanksgiving, yes I am one of those crazy people.  We did all of our decorating that weekend as well.  So needless to say I was feeling pretty relaxed about the whole thing.  That is until today!  For some strange reason it hit me this afternoon that I needed to do this and that and get the house clean, and finish the laundry , and blah blah blah!  I did not recognize the symptoms at first but I do now it is TWBTWB Frenzies (the week before the week before).  For some reason the week before Christmas is ridiculously busy for me.  I always thought it was because I was a teacher and usually held off to do a lot of shopping until I got out for break.  Now I just think it is going to happen no matter what.  So in anticipation for that week before Christmas I have the week before stress.  HA!  This week I will buy the stuff to bake the goodies, finish the wrapping process, and buy those last minute stocking stuffers that the boys just decided they could not live without.  :) We are adding a few detours this week that were not planned in advance.  The Wylie Pirates have made it to the State Football Finals and now we are going to Houston for the weekend.  Not at all in the plans, but hey we would not miss it.  It is also giving us an excuse to go see Chad and Samantha.  So to all of you that suffer from the same frenzies as I do know that the cure is only 2 weeks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8571139210477944742?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8571139210477944742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8571139210477944742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8571139210477944742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8571139210477944742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-before-week-before-christmas.html' title='The Week Before the Week Before Christmas'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2817786130959082860</id><published>2008-12-10T15:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:02:34.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker</title><content type='html'>It has been brought ot my attention that I am a bloggin' slacker!  I think that is cyber talk for we miss you.  (I will go with that!)  The last few weeks have been a very trying time at work so I have been mentally exhausted when I get home.  Anyone able to second that?  I am sure it does not matter if you work in or out of the house you just have those days when you search for the sollice of a quiet room with fluffy pillows and not a child in sight.  Unfortunately, not all of that is possible all the time.  I am however blessed with great children and a wonderful husband that let me have my moments sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;There have been some other things going on as well.  As you might have read a few blogs back I was quite frustrated with the way things were, I took the direction of church to focus my blog on, but really there was more.  Bill and I had come to a real fork in our marriage.  Maybe fork is the wrong word... lets say a speed bump.  Our lives had become so busy and "life focused" that we had neglected the US part of our marriage.  We were great parents, good Sunday School teachers, good friends and family members, but not good spouses.  So we decided to seek counseling.  Marci Holloway was the therapist that we started going to a few months ago.  The first meeting was brutal!  I am not sure what I expected, but I was an emotional wreck when I left.  We had discussed so many feelings out loud that my wounds were wide open and they hurt!  I ended up taking the next day off just to reflect on what we had talked about and how I wanted to fix me so I could work on the US.  She had a gentle way of putting things in a way that made me finally be honest with myself.  Bill and I began reading a book together about improving ourselves first in order to create a great marriage.  We have taken some huge steps in our relationship, but none as great as those we have taken over the last few months.  That is the only reason I feel comfortable sharing this with everyone.  We are never finished working on our marriage, but we have some wonderful tools now that we know how to use when needed.  I am very proud of the emotional maturity we are working on building together.  We have learned that marriage is a masterpiece in progress.  As early as our relationship started we should have one heck of a picture when this is all said and done. &lt;br /&gt;I love you Billy Lambert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2817786130959082860?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2817786130959082860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2817786130959082860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2817786130959082860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2817786130959082860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/12/slacker.html' title='Slacker'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1693650919878212474</id><published>2008-11-26T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:27:37.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelley Dances!</title><content type='html'>My BFF came out of her shell yesterday and danced infront of Garland High School. Of course I was there to support her and now I am there to share it with the world, hee hee! Don't hate me Kell, it was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/beQw7Iv95AI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/beQw7Iv95AI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5963562899710759519-1693650919878212474?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1693650919878212474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1693650919878212474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1693650919878212474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1693650919878212474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/11/kelley-dances.html' title='Kelley Dances!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3551799761465228949</id><published>2008-11-16T19:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:02:15.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's Going to the Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SSDQg1ZXI-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QgzsNtzLtHI/s1600-h/grrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269440826531324898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SSDQg1ZXI-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QgzsNtzLtHI/s320/grrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a very proud mom today. Tyler played the last playoff game yesterday and after 4 overtimes they won and now they are going to the Super Bowl! I can not tell you how proud I felt yesterday when my boy recovered a fumble sending them into a third overtime. He jumped up with the ball and did his signature chest pound. I about cried! I have never felt as competitive as I felt yesterday. It was really quite embarrassing now that I think of it. If wish failure on the opposing team and sometime even yell that out, what a terrible thing competition does to you. The way I see it these boys are in a full contact sport with pads and helmets so when I yell at Tyler to "Get me a Quarterback!" it should be acceptable! LOL! I really do not mean bodily harm, most of the time! :) This is getting worse and worse! Oh-well just know I love all these kids I just want mine to win! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LeRay you have got to back me up on this one!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3551799761465228949?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3551799761465228949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3551799761465228949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3551799761465228949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3551799761465228949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/11/tylers-going-to-super-bowl.html' title='Tyler&apos;s Going to the Super Bowl'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SSDQg1ZXI-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QgzsNtzLtHI/s72-c/grrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-651052993815498348</id><published>2008-11-16T19:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:53:17.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggie Infestation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SSDOgEw9M8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxCKsyGNM1c/s1600-h/Baylor_bear_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269438614453695426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SSDOgEw9M8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxCKsyGNM1c/s320/Baylor_bear_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To steal a quote from a friend at church, "It was a good day to gloat at our Aggie Infested church today!" Yes, I must admit Baylor fans do not get many opportunities to gloat about football victories so I am taking full advantage. The Baylor Bears beat TAMU yesterday by 20 points! The Aggies are terrible this year and have successfully made it to the bottom of the Big 12, allowing Baylor to move up just a bit. :) It is easy to be a football fan of a school like UT or TAMU because they repeatedly have successful seasons. Being a Baylor fan is a little harder. Year after year we show our support and then get disappointed by loss after loss. However, my friend mark my words the tides are turning. Baylor just might be a force to reckon with in the next few years. Of course they have to over come four top ten teams two of which fight for the number one place week after week. (Guns Up! Hook 'em Horns!) Maybe some day in the future I might be writing about our plans to attend the Baylor Bowl game. (One can always dream, right??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SIC 'em Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-651052993815498348?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/651052993815498348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=651052993815498348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/651052993815498348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/651052993815498348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/11/aggie-infestation.html' title='Aggie Infestation!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SSDOgEw9M8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxCKsyGNM1c/s72-c/Baylor_bear_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2435679451518979342</id><published>2008-10-31T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:27:02.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>I love Halloween in our neighborhood!  As soon as the sun goes down everyone turns on their lights and heads outside.  This year we are going to pull out our lawn chairs and sit in the driveway with neighbors as the trick or treaters come by.  Tyler is more into picking out a costume and handing out candy than Travis is.  He wants to be scared, look scary and get all the candy he can from every house in the  neighborhood.  So it works well for us!  I hope you each have a fun night filled with chocolate and goblins!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SQt3DXwOftI/AAAAAAAAAYY/H0CCqbw3hs0/s1600-h/Trick_or_Treat_R%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263431489312161490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SQt3DXwOftI/AAAAAAAAAYY/H0CCqbw3hs0/s320/Trick_or_Treat_R%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2435679451518979342?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2435679451518979342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2435679451518979342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2435679451518979342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2435679451518979342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SQt3DXwOftI/AAAAAAAAAYY/H0CCqbw3hs0/s72-c/Trick_or_Treat_R%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7922691415480337742</id><published>2008-10-22T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:14:42.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter says it all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Dad sent this letter out to all of his friends. I just had to post it to my blog. Isn't this the love we all want and the way we would love our men to express it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105009541566626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SP-low76UKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_o7qkAI8kLM/s320/leeann-john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to send out a message to all of you and let you know how much my wife has meant to me for all these years on her 50th birthday. Leeann will tell you the first time we met was at Album park in the 8th grade, but I will tell you I had a dream when I was younger that I would like a girl with blond hair and she would be swinging on the swing set (this is true). We actually fell in love at a football game our freshman year in high school. This was so cool to have your sweetheart, a Trooperette, ride home with you. Did I tell you she was “Most Beautiful?” How can a guy go wrong? You want to talk about scared, sit across from Mom and Dad Erwin and tell them you’re going to marry their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then became the best MOM any daughter could ever have. She became the spiritual leader the three of us needed and her grandma Dona would be so proud of her (she sings Dona’s songs on the way to church). She has been so solid in that family is “everything” and she does not care what it takes to preserve this. This lady is solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had the blessing of our daughter marring a great guy and giving us two great grandsons. The days she has spend teaching them how to make cookies, paint on something weird or just go to the Dollar Store for a toy is unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last year has been pretty rough on her, but never has she not kept up her positive attitude to her family and her god. She has made us all understand that when your out of the game your still a player. She keeps all of us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you all to know how much this woman has meant to me and how beautiful she is. At 50 she is still “Most Beautiful”. I love her and know this was a god thing. Seeing her on the stage this weekend just reminded me of that day she crowned the Most Beautiful Girl at Eastwood High School . That is an honor most of us will never have. I love her more than life itself, what a catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7922691415480337742?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7922691415480337742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7922691415480337742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7922691415480337742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7922691415480337742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-says-it-all.html' title='The Letter says it all...'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SP-low76UKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_o7qkAI8kLM/s72-c/leeann-john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6634870238542953203</id><published>2008-10-19T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:03:44.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 and Fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SPvmF28nPXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Y5a2Kw3gE-4/s1600-h/DSCN0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259049978208664946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SPvmF28nPXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Y5a2Kw3gE-4/s320/DSCN0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday, October 23, 2008, my beautiful mom will turn 50. We had a blast today celebrating with her. If you follow my blog at all you will soon learn that birthDAY is not in our vocabulary it is more like birthWEEK. Today we took Mom to House of Blues Gospel Brunch. It was so much fun! They pulled her up on stage and sang happy birthday to her. She was a bit embarrassed, but hey that's my job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom is my confidant and very best friend. I can fight with her, cry with her and laugh my rear off with her. She is the best! I thank God for her every day, but this week I will hope to show her just how special she is to me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you LeeLee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259050406951576194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SPvme0I44oI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zG9rDSzIHjw/s320/DSCN0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259050398470762946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SPvmeUi58cI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Nsch0gnw7aM/s320/DSCN0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259050414770378370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SPvmfRRCVoI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8kLAlOvn9Y4/s320/DSCN0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6634870238542953203?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6634870238542953203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6634870238542953203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6634870238542953203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6634870238542953203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/50-and-fabulous.html' title='50 and Fabulous'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SPvmF28nPXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Y5a2Kw3gE-4/s72-c/DSCN0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-415122115016329269</id><published>2008-10-12T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:46:38.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>Change is something that I usually handle pretty well, I even embrace it.  I am not the type of person that likes to stay put for very long.  I like growing and going, maybe I was raised like that maybe I just came that way.  Hard to tell!  Lately I have felt stuck in a rut.  The rut is consuming me.  Today I have tried to figure out what the rut is...I know sounds strange.  I have not really come to a conclusion.  Just that I am not happy the way "things" stand right now. &lt;br /&gt;Our church has been in mild turmoil for the past two years.  We lost our pastor and then replaced him, lost our youth minister (and good friend) and are waiting to replace him.  In the mean time, I have lost the feeling of a good church home.  I have lost good friends that made going to church feel like a close knit family.  Today as I looked around I noticed that the close knit family consisted of two or three people now.  I know that the people are not the reason why we go to church, but it is why we keep going and why we plug in to go more.  I want so bad to have a church that I have others like me, working moms that feel the stress I feel and can meet me online or at Starbucks because they know that either is an acceptable meeting place.  Right now I do not see that happening.  So maybe my rut is spiritual, maybe I need that cup to be filled.  Or Maybe that is just the beginning and the easiest to fix.  The other causes are deeper and require much more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-415122115016329269?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/415122115016329269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=415122115016329269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/415122115016329269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/415122115016329269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2565142118051482948</id><published>2008-10-08T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:17:49.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Eating Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px"&gt;&lt;object height="288" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=dU3Zp9fg&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="showCode=dU3Zp9fg&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="350" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For 100 years University of Texas and Oklahoma University have played in the Red River Shootout.  This year we have the privilege of being able to experience such a "shootout" firsthand.  This weekend our Jr. League Tackle Longhorns will face off with the Sooners.  This game has been the most hyped game of the entire year.  Tonight we held a pizza eating contest between the tow teams to get them into the competitive mode even more, as if that was even possible.  You see, the "big boys" have their eat off tomorrow at Lawry's Prime rib.  We are all too cheap to buy steak so pizza will have to do.  We descended on the local Double Dave's which just happens to be owned by one of our parents, and the game was on.  Tyler and his lineman buddy made it through 4 rounds, by far the most, and we whooped up on the sorry Sooners!  It was great to see the boys having so much fun!  I am sure tomorrow night at practice Coach will make them run it off, but for tonight they are savoring sweet victory.   (Along with a few Tums!)&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzUxNzc1OTI5NiZwdD*xMjIzNTE3Nzg4NzM*JnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2565142118051482948?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2565142118051482948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2565142118051482948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2565142118051482948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2565142118051482948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/pizza-eating-contest.html' title='Pizza Eating Contest'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4514159493970735699</id><published>2008-10-07T18:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:28:05.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fried Anything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvy59sCJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SeLArnCRYOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvyxM7f6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/UHo6HpJN2g0/s1600-h/DSCN0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254557045737881506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvyxM7f6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/UHo6HpJN2g0/s320/DSCN0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvzCOtfVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/HlwfvYnuFy4/s1600-h/DSCN0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254557050308754770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvzCOtfVI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/HlwfvYnuFy4/s320/DSCN0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvzCMpVcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/qnk3a6HiXqo/s1600-h/DSCN0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254557050300093890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvzCMpVcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/qnk3a6HiXqo/s320/DSCN0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvzbIFgmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0YXTerYxWoc/s1600-h/DSCN0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254557056991855202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvzbIFgmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0YXTerYxWoc/s320/DSCN0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have just returned from a fun day at the State Fair of Texas. This is a rare occurrence for the Lambert family, because I hate the crowds and the traffic so we rarely go. This year I decided to take a personal day and go during the week. Well, it was a great idea! The weather could not have been more perfect, it was in the mid 70's and a little breezy. The crowd was just right, never too many people in one area. I would strongly recommend going on a Tuesday to the Fair to beat the crowd! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few things that everyone must see at the Fair. We have put together a list of our favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Tyler loves the rides, something about the four bolts holding them to the ground while you spin upside down makes it more of a thrill ride!! (not with his momma!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Travis loves the Fun House! Where else can you find a room full of bubbles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fletcher's Corn Dogs; now you can get these all around the Fair, but we only eat them from the stand right by Big Tex. Eating a corn dog anywhere else is just another corn dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I love Jack Fries! These are fresh cut french fries with course salt and vinegar. YUMMMO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Bill loves the Turkey Legs...basically from anywhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**The #1 thing that we all agree on is the Fried Options. you see the Fair has a contest every year to find the best fried item. Booth after booth have new and even more bizarre choices. this year the had Fried Diet Coke, Fried Banana Splits, Fried Oreos, Fried Moon Pies, Fried Cookie Dough, and Chicken Fried Bacon!! People come just to try the winner each year. We decided that Bill and I would each try an item this year. I tried the Fried Smores, WOW! If you can take your fry Daddy camping we would really have a new treat! Bill tried the Fire and Ice, this is a waffle cone filled with fried pineapple, frozen strawberries, and whip cream flash frozen. It was fine, but not as good as the smores. Here are a few other fried items I forgot: Fried grilled cheese, fried peanut butter and banana sandwich, and fried gator on a stick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are on a vegi only diet for the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4514159493970735699?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4514159493970735699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4514159493970735699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4514159493970735699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4514159493970735699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/fried-anything.html' title='Fried Anything!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOvvyxM7f6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/UHo6HpJN2g0/s72-c/DSCN0524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7849777643927947218</id><published>2008-10-06T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:59:42.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word is all it takes...</title><content type='html'>How is it that one word can change a day that has gone so well up to that point?  Today I went to pick the boys up from Art Class at school and Travis' teacher came up to me and said, "What is your problem?  Where were you?" (insert dazed and confused look here) "Excuse me???"  I have no idea what she is talking about.  She goes on to explain that we had a conference today at 3:30. Say what?!?!?  She goes on to explain that there was a note in his folder (insert bad mom feelings here).  I did not check his folder all weekend, mainly because we were not here all weekend.  We were at football games!!  Now I feel like a terrible mother that has been reprimanded by the first grade teacher.  She wanted no part of we are so busy speech.  Frankly neither would I!! &lt;br /&gt;It is just the fact that now I am in a bad mood because of it!  I was having such a good day...why do I let the way other people think of me affect me so much.  (should that be effect?? I never know) I know insert ADD moment here!  I am going to go for a short walk and talk to God, I know He will bring me back.  Thanks for letting me dump on you!  I never feel like a bad mom when I blog...Maybe because no one talks back to me right away... HA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7849777643927947218?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7849777643927947218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7849777643927947218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7849777643927947218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7849777643927947218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-word-is-all-it-takes.html' title='One Word is all it takes...'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3058090097265493573</id><published>2008-10-03T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:31:19.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOYemkA-III/AAAAAAAAAW4/Bw4QT0gqJGc/s1600-h/sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252919663225872514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOYemkA-III/AAAAAAAAAW4/Bw4QT0gqJGc/s320/sick.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is 8:15 am on a Friday and I am sitting here sipping hot tea and honey hoping that my throat will stop hurting. I have decided to stay home this morning and try to rest a bit before going back in this afternoon for a meeting. I really hate being sick, but I must say this quiet house is a little bit nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last three weeks my family has spent EVERY single night watching, practicing, or playing football. By EVERY I really mean EVERY night. You see Monday Tyler practices, Tuesday and Wednesday Travis practices, and then Thursday is Tyler again. Of course Friday comes and the good old Wylie Pirates play, they are 5-0 so we can not miss that! It is also an opportunity for Tyler to wear his football jersey to a high school game, and after all isn't that half the fun? Saturday brings games of course little league and college and then Sunday is football day in America! This week we are actually attending games Friday, Saturday, and Sunday! Don't get me wrong I grew up with this same schedule, living at the football field and I love it. It just gets hard on the family when we are GOING so much! Believe it or not we are still making it to bed on time and reading a ton. I have even made dinner a few times during this busy week. I guess this is my life right now, take it as it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny Tyler story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night at practice they were scrimmaging the Senior league (10-11 year olds) and Tyler learned what it felt like to be tackled by someone double your size. This big corn fed boy lined up in front of him and put him on his rear over and over again! You see Tyler is one of the big kids, shocker, and he does not really get laid out very often so this was a bit of a surprise. While he was playing defense he got taken down again and in his words he "felt his brain rattle around in his head." He got up and started crying saying that he could not feel his legs, I was not panicking because he did get up! He got some water and rearranged his brain cells and made it back to shake hands and run sprints. WOO HOO! I know he wished he was still hurting! The funny part came when he got in the car and started talking 90 mph. He had no idea you could have all of those sensations! I am laughing because I know he was ok, but I really wanted to throw up thinking about how my little boy had just bashed his head so hard into the ground that he felt dizzy and weak. Lord, help me be strong and supportive when really all I want to do is hold him close and never let him go!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3058090097265493573?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3058090097265493573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3058090097265493573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3058090097265493573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3058090097265493573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling Sick!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SOYemkA-III/AAAAAAAAAW4/Bw4QT0gqJGc/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1351693253119746921</id><published>2008-09-21T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:03:13.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Football Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 466px;"&gt;	&lt;object width="466" height="375"&gt;		&lt;param name="movie" value="http://content.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"/&gt;		&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=Gn4Qg3ZU&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://content.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.1.xml&amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;useWidgetMaker=false"/&gt;		&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;		&lt;param name="quality" value="high"/&gt;		&lt;embed src="http://content.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="showCode=Gn4Qg3ZU&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://content.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.1.xml&amp;viewerWidth=466&amp;viewerHeight=375&amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"/&gt;	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1351693253119746921?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1351693253119746921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1351693253119746921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1351693253119746921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1351693253119746921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-football-games.html' title='The 1st Football Games'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3582964030519975403</id><published>2008-09-19T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:52:17.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Among Friends</title><content type='html'>To my Prayer Warrior Friends!&lt;br /&gt;I have two requests that I would like for you to lift up.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Kelley has had yet another death in her family. That makes three trips to the same cemetery in the last year. This time her cousin's young daughter has lost her battle with brain cancer. She is a local celebrity around here. Her name was Krista and she was only 11 years old. My heart is breaking for her family! I can not imagine the pain they are feeling right now. Please lift them up in your prayers tomorrow as they lay her to rest. Maybe you can wear pink in her honor, I will! I am also asking that you continue your prayer for my dear friend Kelley. She is such an awesome person and has had such a rough year with the loss of her grandmother, mother and now a child in the family. I no God will never give us more than we can handle, but we begin to question our own strength at times like this. Kell, may the family of your past be the angels of your future! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista's web page- &lt;a href="http://www.kristabrewer.com/"&gt;http://www.kristabrewer.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3582964030519975403?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3582964030519975403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3582964030519975403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3582964030519975403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3582964030519975403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer-among-friends.html' title='Prayer Among Friends'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8651013765680080078</id><published>2008-09-12T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:52:03.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes Ike is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMrWW8azp_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/CIXizKF2RO8/s1600-h/ike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240405690394610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMrWW8azp_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/CIXizKF2RO8/s320/ike.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last seven days we having been closely watching the Gulf of Mexico in hopes that Hurricane Ike will fizzle out and not run smack dab into our Texas coast. As of today it does not appear that the Lone Star State can out run this bad boy. Ike is packing a punch and is categorized as a level 2 hurricane with winds topping out at 105 mph. Americans are so funny, I don't know maybe it is the human race (Kristen you can be the judge), we love to see disasters. We thrive on the fact that something terrible might happen! Isn't that awful! We have all become Ambulance Chasers just looking for something to talk/blog about. Our close friends Chad and Samantha live in North Houston and our hunkering down hoping that the wind and rain does not knock out power for too long. Sam's parents live in Bay City and are under an evacuation warning, but have decided to stay. Our prayers are with all of them! AS the storm travels up I-45 we are hoping that it gets as bored as I do on that road and take a detour to Louisiana, rather than heading right towards the metroplex. Time will tell! You can bet that we will be watching the weather channel most of the day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay dry! and Pray for my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8651013765680080078?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8651013765680080078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8651013765680080078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8651013765680080078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8651013765680080078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/09/yikes-ike-is-coming.html' title='Yikes Ike is coming!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMrWW8azp_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/CIXizKF2RO8/s72-c/ike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7867861594040173464</id><published>2008-09-07T20:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:39:48.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMSCRNPY4LI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PRCUnW70AuU/s1600-h/UT.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243459098289692850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMSCRNPY4LI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PRCUnW70AuU/s320/UT.bmp" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMSB2t1wt_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xZugT6Q3mF8/s1600-h/438px-Dallas_Cowboys_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243458643184105458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMSB2t1wt_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/xZugT6Q3mF8/s320/438px-Dallas_Cowboys_svg.png" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now officially the proud parents of a Texas Longhorn and a Dallas Cowboy! Yes that's right the boys have been drafted on to their little league teams and the fun is about to begin. Tyler begins his practice tomorrow, they practice 6 hours a week. Someone want to tell me how I fit that into my schedule, times two? Luckily they practice at the same park, unfortunately Tyler practices on Monday, Thursday, and Saturday and Travis on Tuesday. That leaves Wednesday for church and Friday for the Wylie game. I should be free for some "girl time" some time in December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is only half of the fun. We have season tickets again for the Baylor games in Waco, which is two hours away. So just to give you an idea of how full of football we are right now let me explain our weekend to you. Friday we went to the Wylie Pirate game and watched them win 51-12, AHMO. Saturday Bill and Dad took the boys to the park at 10:30 to be evaluated by their coaches. This lasted until 3:00! We quickly rushed home, grabbed a bite to eat, picked up my dad and drove to Waco to watch the Baylor Bears win 51-6 (sound familiar?). Finally today after sleeping way too late and missing church we watched our Cowboys win, no they did not score 51 points, too bad! Of course we listened to the UT-UTEP game all the way home last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am again reminded that I am the mother of BOYS and I'm loving every moment of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7867861594040173464?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7867861594040173464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7867861594040173464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7867861594040173464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7867861594040173464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/09/football-begins.html' title='Football Begins!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMSCRNPY4LI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PRCUnW70AuU/s72-c/UT.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1497484136874042468</id><published>2008-09-04T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:12:25.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMBdN4CWAJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/P9t76VVPNno/s1600-h/fb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242292459221155986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="103" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMBdN4CWAJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/P9t76VVPNno/s320/fb.bmp" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I admit it I am a Facebook Junkie. It started with the blog and now it has moved to all out networking. I love it! I have found people that I went to grade school with, people I went to college with and of course those I teach with now. It is amazing how easy it is. I challenge you to feed your thirst for networking knowledge and join. You will be amazed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1497484136874042468?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1497484136874042468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1497484136874042468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1497484136874042468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1497484136874042468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/09/facebook-anyone.html' title='Facebook Anyone?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SMBdN4CWAJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/P9t76VVPNno/s72-c/fb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2894308917889210464</id><published>2008-08-24T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:04:48.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Comments from the Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SLG-1abllFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZzQxubsR2TI/s1600-h/family_circus.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238177666445972562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SLG-1abllFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZzQxubsR2TI/s320/family_circus.png" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been reluctant to write a blog like this because my boys are older now and the comments are generally only funny in context. However, after reading through other posts I can not resist keeping some record of the funny things the boys say. Feel free to stop reading now if these things bore you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler- (at Linens and Things)Mommy this box has a bad word on it. He is shocked! I just blow it off, I'm shopping, and tell him to just move on. When we get in the car he is clearly disturbed by the word and asks why they would put such a thing on a box to sell. Now I am intrigued as to what "bad" word this is. I ask what the word was and he said the B word. To me it is butt, but then before I can comment he says it ends in an S. HMM! I'm stumped! I asked if it was butt and he said it had that word in it. HMM! Still stumped! I asked for other letters and he said CKS! WHAT?!?! Thinking fast, I said BUTTOCKS! Laughter fills my car, Travis is in on the conversation now. Yes! That's the one! Isn't it terrible? Now Travis thinks it is BUTT-Talks and tries to use it all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis- Mommy at what time will we reach our destination? (no more GPS for him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler- (listening to me tell Bill what to get at the store) I tell Bill we need two cans of biscuits and no nuts. At the same time Bill and Tyler say "You need a toucan with no nuts?" Oh-My! Then Bill adds it mus be a girl toucan! More Laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travis- (limping into the kitchen from outside) Mommy if I rode my scooter off of the ramp and fell into the street without asking would I be in trouble? When it is clear that this is what he has just done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure there are more, but that is all I can remember for now! The rest you can read in Family Circus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2894308917889210464?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2894308917889210464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2894308917889210464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2894308917889210464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2894308917889210464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-comments-from-boys.html' title='Funny Comments from the Boys!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SLG-1abllFI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZzQxubsR2TI/s72-c/family_circus.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4704853321566690726</id><published>2008-08-17T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:10:16.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Good Friend!</title><content type='html'>Good Bye Summer!&lt;br /&gt;You were a good friend!  Faithful to bring sunshine to my days and entertainment through my nights.  I loved the feel of the warm summer breeze as I left the pool knowing that I could rest on my couch for an hour or so because with you, dear friend, dinner can wait until seven.  Thank you for that, it will be missed.  Farewell to the schedule-less days and the ability to sleep in.  With you I never felt judgement over staying in my jammies, because I know my close friends do it too, and you love it.  With you Rachel Ray, Dr. Phil, Soaps, Oprah, and Tori and Dean became my topics of conversation.  Now I must focus on test scores, abilities, parents, schedules, and little league. &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I will be here next year when your time comes again.  For now, I will treasure your memories down deep in my heart and hope that I can create even better memories next year!  Farewell good friend, see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4704853321566690726?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4704853321566690726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4704853321566690726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4704853321566690726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4704853321566690726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell-good-friend.html' title='Farewell Good Friend!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2024003692037625663</id><published>2008-08-14T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:12:39.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSs9PG2usI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BrsEb7KDOeU/s1600-h/Travis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498834938641090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSs9PG2usI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BrsEb7KDOeU/s320/Travis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSs9H4htxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Tf1sI9cZ3X4/s1600-h/travis+tall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498832999495442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSs9H4htxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Tf1sI9cZ3X4/s320/travis+tall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSs9JNAp5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZwwY1IFvijM/s1600-h/Tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234498833353844626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSs9JNAp5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ZwwY1IFvijM/s320/Tyler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys and I had our last "fun day" of summer today.  We started a tradition of buying school shoes, taking a yearly back to school picture, and having a nice lunch.  Ok, so the fun day is more for me, but they did have a good time.  We ate at Cheesecake Factory which we all love and bought some new shoes.  I have loved this summer more than any other so far.  The boys and I had such a good time just hanging out together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2024003692037625663?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2024003692037625663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2024003692037625663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2024003692037625663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2024003692037625663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-pictures.html' title='Back to School Pictures'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSs9PG2usI/AAAAAAAAAP8/BrsEb7KDOeU/s72-c/Travis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8753459918956002933</id><published>2008-08-14T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:05:51.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSsGvg7V2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/9CbJJ8WoTuo/s1600-h/bejing_olympics_2008.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234497898745124706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSsGvg7V2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/9CbJJ8WoTuo/s320/bejing_olympics_2008.gif" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit it we are Olympic Junkies! All of us! The last week we have watched more TV together than we have in years. Travis just thinks it is awesome that he can watch random sports on TV and then turn on the Wii and play them for himself on Mario Olympics. The spirit of these games are so amazing! The other night Bill and I were laying in bed watching the Men's Swimming Relay and literally jumped out of bed when they won. It was awesome! Micheal Phelps is a household name now. Travis can not wait to go swimming and practice his turns in the pool. HA! If only it was just the turns that were holding him back. I just wondered if anyone else had a junkie in their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8753459918956002933?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8753459918956002933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8753459918956002933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8753459918956002933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8753459918956002933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-2008.html' title='Olympics 2008'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SKSsGvg7V2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/9CbJJ8WoTuo/s72-c/bejing_olympics_2008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3839997269498821947</id><published>2008-08-10T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:37:53.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SJ8LMXWyaUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eHBjU6hCi3s/s1600-h/macho+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232913599083735362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SJ8LMXWyaUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eHBjU6hCi3s/s320/macho+man.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does a robot dance, ten push-ups, three sexy poses, and a belly flop have in common?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you mean, you don't know... I thought news in the US traveled faster than the speed of sound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I will tell you! those are a few of the qualifications needed to be crowned Macho Man of the pool. Yes, ladies and gents my husband is the official Macho Man 2008!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday afternoon we were heading back from lunch and they were looking for volunteers for this contest. By looking I mean dragging men out of the pool. Bill could not run away! The Activities Team pulled him up to the chairs placed at the front of the pool. They began describing the rules of the contest and I began to blush beyond belief. You see my husband is quite the character, DUH!, but when there is no one around that knows him he is QUITE THE CHARACTER!! A few men get up and do their dance, push-ups, sexy poses, and then their not so impressive belly flops! I know that in order to win, because we have to win, he must successfully complete the belly flop. Remember we have just left lunch, hee hee! Bill is the only man fully dressed, a mistake we never made a again. It was his turn and the music started. It was all I could do to watch! The dance was somewhere between Justin Timberlake and Max Hedrom (if you do not know who that is you are too young to read my blog!) The robotic arm was a big player and then he fell to the floor and yes, attempted the worm! Oh My! It was more like a crotch cruncher. After what seemed like an eternity the music stopped. Everyone around the pool was cheering for him! He did the push ups with ease, and then the sexy poses. Finally the belly flop! Well the Justin Timberlake portion of his dance required him to rip his shirt off! So now he is in his shorts and flip flops. He takes his belt off and the announcer says, "You're doing it naked?" Oh My, NO! He steps up dressed thank goodness and spreads him arms, jumps and flies in the air. KERSPLAT! SLAP! OHHHH! were the sounds we heard. Then the crown went wild! He ended up tying for first place with show-off of sorts kind of 20 something! A tie was acceptable, we walked back to the room victorious! He was forever known around the pool as Billy the Macho Man!! (I am so proud!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3839997269498821947?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3839997269498821947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3839997269498821947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3839997269498821947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3839997269498821947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny.html' title='Funny!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SJ8LMXWyaUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/eHBjU6hCi3s/s72-c/macho+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-963503052597305434</id><published>2008-08-09T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T11:14:41.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 350px;"&gt;	&lt;object width="350" height="288"&gt;		&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf"/&gt;		&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=nX2KJ3aX&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.0.xml&amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;useWidgetMaker=false"/&gt;		&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;		&lt;param name="quality" value="high"/&gt;		&lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="showCode=nX2KJ3aX&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.0.xml&amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;autoPlayBack=false&amp;muteOnStart=false&amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="350" height="288"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIxODI5ODQ*NjE3MSZwdD*xMjE4Mjk4NDc4NDY4JnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-963503052597305434?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/963503052597305434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=963503052597305434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/963503052597305434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/963503052597305434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/mexico-trip.html' title='Mexico Trip'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2430746467096239211</id><published>2008-08-09T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:16:40.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun, Mexico</title><content type='html'>The Lamberts have returned, well half of us have.  The boys left last Saturday for El Paso to spend a week with my grandmothers, their great-grandmothers (Amazing! I know).  The trip started off a bit rocky with CRYPTO virus consuming their life, but it sounds like it was a blast.  We pick them up this afternoon so I am sure I will need to make additions to this blog.  More to come on them...&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I left Sunday morning bright and early, 6:00am, for Cancun/Play del Carmen, Mexico.  Before leaving, however we stayed at the Grand Hyatt Hotel that is connected to the new international terminal at DFW.  WOW! It is five star all the way!  Our room was upgraded for our anniversary, it was awesome!  Unfortunately we could not stay and enjoy the view.  We were off to see the Caribbean Sea.  We walked through security at 4:15 am Sunday morning.  Ouch!  Isn't it funny how time does not matter when you are leaving for vacation??  Just in case you were wondering the stores in this terminal open at 5 am so no real reason to get there before that.  Ha!  So off we went!&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at our hotel we were in awe!  The Royal in Playa del Carmen is more than amazing it is exquisite.  We were greeted by the friendliest people who by the way all spoke English. &lt;br /&gt;Sidebar on that...why is it that I saw more Spanish billboards driving through Garland, Texas than I did driving in Mexico??  AND Why do the people in Mexico strive to speak English and we change things here to meet the need of the Spanish speakers??  (soapbox moment)  Back to the trip!&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted by our own personal concierge who showed us around and gave us the keys to our room. Again beautiful, marble floors, huge bed with lots of pillows, a jacuzzi in our room, and the list goes on! The pictures will tell the rest of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I met some great people, most from Canada, and ate some very tasty food.  Ok, too much of the latter.  Every meal was gourmet, beautifully presented and tasted great.  We had caviar, escargot, foire goir (sp?), lobster bisque (more than once), steak, crab, sushi, and guacamole at every meal even breakfast.  It was heaven!  Right up until Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night Bill started feel ill and by Thursday I was calling his dad to figure out what prescription strength drugs I could buy at the pharmacia to help him.  He could barely move his head and felt like an alien was growing inside is belly.  It was terrible!  We transferred to the same resort in Cancun to be closer to the airport on Friday morning.  Bill slept the remainder of the day and night and I did a little shopping.  I hope the pictures will tell the story of how much fun we had until Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;More to come on the vacations and illnesses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2430746467096239211?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2430746467096239211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2430746467096239211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2430746467096239211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2430746467096239211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/cancun-mexico.html' title='Cancun, Mexico'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4660284225486432918</id><published>2008-08-01T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:04:02.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, Seriously?!</title><content type='html'>I start this blog OK, Seriously, because that is what I have said about 20 times today.  Enjoy the drama... Since my last blog I have paid two co-pays, filled three prescriptions, cleaned up vomit once, slept in the "new bedroom," and taken 3 vicodin.  You pick which one I liked the best!!  Why you ask? Well, we are putting the boys on a plane to El Paso in the morning and we are off to Mexico on Sunday.  Enter drama...&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I was diagnosed with Shingles.  This required many Google searches to be sure I wasn't going to die! I have a small rash under my arm which began to hurt like the dickens, not itch just hurt!  At first I thought it was sore muscles from a hard workout, but it did not go away.  I decided to go have it checked out, hoping to get some cream to make it go away.  I had no idea I would go on anti-viral meds, steroids, and pain killers.  Apparently this is chicken pox the remake!  They can not really determine why I got it normally people who are under a great deal of stress or fatigue are at risk.  This does not really describe a teacher on summer vacation.  so it remains a mystery!  Luckily, today I am feeling better.  WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;If you know me at all you know it will take a lot more than that to slow me down.  After all we have a vacation to prepare for.  Yesterday, Tyler began complaining about a stomach ache.  If you live in the DFW area you know that we are fighting the CRYPTO virus in a large majority of the public swimming areas.  This virus is always present just more widespread and publicized this year.  We have swam in numerous public pools in the last two weeks.  Thus giving us the virus.  It begins with cramping and diarrhea and then continues with lack of appetite for about a week.  Nothing to horrible, right?  I decided to take my little drama king in to the doctor just in case, hoping for the miraculous recovery that the waiting room so often brings.  NO LUCK!  Instead he vomits all over the bathroom and then we still had to wait for 30 minutes.  OK Seriously?!?!?  The doc suggests a bland diet and lots of liquids and does not think it is anything worse than a virus. &lt;br /&gt;Then finally this morning we get a call from Bill's dad telling us that his Uncle Joel had been taken to the ER in El Paso for not feeling well.  Come to find out he has a perforated colon. Ok Seriously!?!  The boys are supposed to be staying with his aunt and uncle for two days while in El Paso.   Clearly his aunt will need time to be with Joel so we will need to make other arrangements.  Not too big a deal, thank goodness for a loving family!  Prayers were answered and Joel made it through surgery.  He is still critical and in ICU, so please remember him in your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that the worst is over and we will need to just mop up the mess.  Our plans to go to Mexico have not changed.  Ok Seriously! This is a rough day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4660284225486432918?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4660284225486432918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4660284225486432918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4660284225486432918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4660284225486432918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-seriously.html' title='Ok, Seriously?!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7125983948826835869</id><published>2008-07-29T22:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:44:55.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ME DAY!</title><content type='html'>Today I celebrated the annual ME DAY! Ok, so this is sometimes a semi-annual event, but none the less a very important day. My in-laws had given me a gift certificate for a massage, mani, and pedi for my birthday, so I figured what a better time than on ME DAY to use it! I took the boys to ASI gymnastics for the day, which is a blog in itself, and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDEBAR- I had signed the boys up for a day at ASI a few weeks ago and then changed my mind and canceled. All of this took place two days before they were to go. Apparently the moment you sign them up they charge you. If you cancel the only thing you get is credit to come again. FOR REAL!?! Oh well I knew I would use it at some point. They got me hook-line-and-sinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO ME DAY- My massage started at 10:00am! It was the best massage I have ever had in my life. I love Theresa at Firewheel!! As I rolled out relaxed as can be I had a few minutes to spare so I shopped the $7 racks at New York and Co. Massage and shopping, can the day get any better? About noon I headed north to my next stop...the OB/GYN! (screech...fun stops) I met my new doctor, Dr. Garner. He is quick witted and talks about 100mph. All and All it was pretty painless! Then I was back to Firewheel Salon for the rest of my gift certificate! Yes, sandwiched right in the middle of a nice relaxing soiled day was a PAP Smear! Man I can not understand why no one wants to come to my parties! ME DAY is so fun?!?!? I did the mani/pedi thing and that was very nice. I finished the day off with an eyebrow wax, OUCH! I did however, deny the upper lip wax. Have you ever done that? HOLY COW! That is worse than childbirth! Been there done that and will only do it with drugs, lots of them! As far as I know there is no epidural for your lip. (lol- that is making me giggle just to think about it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night ME DAY! See you in a year! By the way I would strongly recommend making a day out of your yearly exam, it really lightened the blow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Here are my pretty toes all ready for Mexico!  We leave in 4 days!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (Yes, they are purple!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228647564893121618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SI_jQfkqbFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wxPJ-Fyn14U/s320/toes.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7125983948826835869?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7125983948826835869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7125983948826835869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7125983948826835869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7125983948826835869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-day.html' title='ME DAY!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SI_jQfkqbFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wxPJ-Fyn14U/s72-c/toes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6191114443520383477</id><published>2008-07-21T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:52:03.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Changes</title><content type='html'>So here I sit, lonely and lacking in adult conversation today.  It is 11:29 and the only personal adult conversation I have had is with my friend Kelley for about 15 minutes today.  It is killing me!  I love my boys to death and we have had a big day today, but it just does not compare to the "grown-up time" I have with Bill when they are not around.  I feel so selfish when I complain so please do not be offended, I just like to talk to grown-ups sometimes.  I think that is a good thing! &lt;br /&gt;Today we dove head first into our BIG "Daddy's-gone-now-what Project!"  Tyler has decided that he is too big to share a room with his little brother anymore.  He wants out, he wants independence, and freedom!  Personally I can not blame him, I loved all of those things growing up (still do, kinda).  I knew that Bill would want us to wait until he got home, so it became our big secret.  I needed to clean out the playroom anyway so it seemed as good of a time as any.  I took the boys to Art and Worship Camp this morning and headed back to begin purging the playroom!  Can I just say that Mc Donald's should be sued for giving away so many useless toys that junk up my house!  I got to the point that if it even looked like a happy meal toy I was throwing it away.  Not even Goodwill needs that!  So for about three hours I worked my way through dress-up clothes (old Halloween costumes), Rescue Heroes (only had 1 billion of those), and of course the countless little toys from who knows where.  None of which my boys have even touched in two years.  It was a bit emotional at times, but I quickly got over that.  By the time I picked up the boys I was knee deep in garbage bags.  They were amazed and could never imagine that Tyler would even be able to sleep in there tonight.  So work we did, Travis is the best little worker man God has ever made!!!  He would carry shelves out and lug bags to the hallway without complaint.  Tyler on the other hand will make a great boss someday!  He would check in periodically move a few things around and then disappear.  Now keep in mind this is all being done for him!  That's my boy!  By 9:00pm a mere 12 hours after I got my start I loaded the last bag into Bill's truck and could finally walk down my hallway.  Success! or maybe not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true test came when bedtime approached.  You see Travis had been showing signs of being nervous all day.  He has never slept in his room alone, EVER!  I was just planning on crossing that bridge when I came to it.  Here I am!!  Tyler needed an extra hug and kiss and he was fine.  Travis is asleep on Bill's pillow right now and has begged me not to take him back in there tonight.  He is planning on trying it again tomorrow.  (grin) I guess I have until Saturday to either get Travis in his own bed or put the playroom back as it was, because Daddy is coming home! I am sure we have not heard the last of this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6191114443520383477?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6191114443520383477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6191114443520383477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6191114443520383477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6191114443520383477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-changes.html' title='Big Changes'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6293225332094169391</id><published>2008-07-18T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:42:08.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SIDV29Nf2fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/g83fywrvw-g/s1600-h/Bill+in+CO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224410707870603762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SIDV29Nf2fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/g83fywrvw-g/s320/Bill+in+CO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mile High Mission Trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wonderful husband left this morning for Colorado with the youth group from our church. They will be leading a VBS and working on various service projects throughout the Denver area. If you know Bill at all you know that this is one of his most favorite things to do. He looks forward to it all year long! He has such a heart for these kids and loves hanging out with them. He also thinks Colorado is where heaven and earth meet. I might agree if it wasn't for the fact that they measure snow in feet and not inches there! However, there is a better than even chance we will some day end up living there. Please pray that God will work in the lives of the people that they come in contact with as much as He works in the lives of the youth and adults that are on the trip. I also ask for your prayers for safe travel. They have called and said that the first flat tire came in Witchita Falls, only three hours away from home on a 16 hour trip! They are on their way now, again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Speed My Love, come home soon! I miss you already!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6293225332094169391?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6293225332094169391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6293225332094169391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6293225332094169391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6293225332094169391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayers-for-bill.html' title='Prayers for Bill'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SIDV29Nf2fI/AAAAAAAAAPc/g83fywrvw-g/s72-c/Bill+in+CO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8243862413252300613</id><published>2008-07-13T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:22:06.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0D1RmsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-DgolWTmrvA/s1600-h/whc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222627250248194754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0D1RmsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-DgolWTmrvA/s320/whc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0P51-dI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TfMP0K47Y14/s1600-h/whc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222627253488581074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0P51-dI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TfMP0K47Y14/s320/whc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0QY6ehI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WwjMpGh4sbg/s1600-h/whc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222627253618899474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0QY6ehI/AAAAAAAAAPM/WwjMpGh4sbg/s320/whc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0qJz7AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/39g6atHcGvY/s1600-h/whc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222627260534877186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0qJz7AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/39g6atHcGvY/s320/whc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we drove to Irving to welcome home Bill's cousin Christopher from Afghanistan. This was an awesome day! The neighborhood association had put flags up and down the street and a few of their neighbors placed signs in their front yard welcoming Chris home. I had a lump in my throat as we drove down the street. How AWESOME! As Chris and his wife Brandi drove up we all walked out and greeted them. The kids jumped in the back of his truck and held the flag as they drove down the street looking at the signs. I'm telling you I could not contain the pride I had in him for serving our country so bravely and in the people that do not even know him showing their support as well. We can disagree on a lot of things as Americans, but we all rally around when the "boys" come home safe. That is what being an American is! I am glad that my boys got to be a part of this, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Chris came in and took a breath he dropped another surprise on us. He has been awarded the Purple Heart! Tears again! Chris has not lead the easiest life, and that is putting it mildly, but to see him get honored in service for a job well done is great. A lot of people have prayed for God's will to be done in Chris and yesterday I felt those prayers had been answered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you friends for all that you do to keep us "sometimes thankless" Americans safe! I love ya'll! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8243862413252300613?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8243862413252300613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8243862413252300613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8243862413252300613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8243862413252300613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHp_0D1RmsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-DgolWTmrvA/s72-c/whc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7454483045806890862</id><published>2008-07-06T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:46:44.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting Room Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHDo2KZ2nDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yOHAaR-WQ60/s1600-h/victorias_secret_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219927985325775922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHDo2KZ2nDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yOHAaR-WQ60/s320/victorias_secret_450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I had the brilliant idea to go buy a new bra. I had seen the new style from VS that has the see through straps and that seemed like a great idea. I had a $10 off coupon so off I went. You know me, I never pay full price for anything, especially at Victoria Secret. So why you ask am I blogging about buying a bra? The fun started when I mentioned to Bill what my plan was and he agreed to come along, remember from previous post that we were kidless. Bra shopping with your husband...he has a completely different image of this than I do! I hate bra shopping! So off we go to the mall. I am thinking that this is not going to be too bad. I know my size and I know what style I am looking for. The only thing I need to do is choose a color and try it on. Bill is somewhat uncomfortable in VS, but he is getting better, so I know I need to hurry. I find what I want and make it to the fitting room. All sounds very normal, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;25 minutes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; later I come out sweating and completely frustrated, no bra in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see as soon as the VS worker closed the door the war began. In one corner the bra with plastic straps and in the other corner me! I begin by replacing the regular straps with the clear straps. This immediately started my frustration. You see two rubber bands laced through a plastic loop tend to stick together when you adjust them. Stick like SUPER GLUE! After finally getting the straps adjusted and teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown I put the bra on. Only to have strap number one fly off and hit the mirror in front of me. Holy Cow! That is not going to be good in public! I take yet another deep breath, and put the strap back on and begin to readjust the bra, SNAP the strap on the other side flies off. OK, where are the cameras because surely I am on some sick TV show that just wants to watch women going completely nuts and throw things. As I am taking the bra off the straps stick together and pull my hair. GRR! I get it off, throw it on the floor, and put my clothes back on. As I am walking out, I see Bill. He is amazed at how long it took me in there and now I am empty handed. He tries to calm me down and says surely there was just a malfunction and goes to get another bra. Oh No, Mister! I am not going back in there with that thing alone! You do it! We take the bra to the nice VS worker and have her put the straps on for me. This takes her about 10 minutes. Now it is the principal of the matter, I am getting a new bra by golly! Bill is just giggling because he can not imagine that this is that difficult. This time he comes in there with me. It does not take as long, but still more that the usual bra buying. After we paid I was able to laugh, only because I knew I could blog about it and you all would get a kick out of my evening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7454483045806890862?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7454483045806890862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7454483045806890862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7454483045806890862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7454483045806890862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/07/fitting-room-frustration.html' title='Fitting Room Frustration'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SHDo2KZ2nDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yOHAaR-WQ60/s72-c/victorias_secret_450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8791806874023909688</id><published>2008-07-05T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:11:06.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepovers</title><content type='html'>We have entered the age of sleepovers in the Lambert House.  These are days I remember very well!  The boys have only slept at home 3 times in the last week, and one time was with another boy.  I must say I love this!  Bill and I lay in bed, after telling them to stay quiet for the 5th time, and just listen to them giggle.  How many nights did my parents do this same thing? &lt;br /&gt;The other side, the best side if you ask me, is the fact that Bill and I have been able to spend time together that is not necessarily considered a date.  You see I never even knew such a time existed.  Prior to this our dates would have to be carefully scheduled and compact.  Those of you with small children understan.  You must accomplish as much as you can until the kids come back.  These "sleep overs" create a whole new date night, the unplanned date night.  Sunday night the boys were gone and Bill and I sat around staring at reruns on the TV.  Finally I said I am going to go get the mail, he jumped up and said he would come with me.  WHAT?!?! Remember I said it was Sunday? We went outside anyway!  HA!  You can see we are still new at this.&lt;br /&gt;We have learned, yet again, that our boys are growing up.  So far I am enjoying every stage just a little more than the last.  Bill and I are looking forward to being bored together again tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8791806874023909688?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8791806874023909688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8791806874023909688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8791806874023909688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8791806874023909688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepovers.html' title='Sleepovers'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6942130860607241721</id><published>2008-07-02T08:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:22:10.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I have not added a post in a long time. Trust me it is not because there have been a lack of things to blog about, just a lack of time to gather my thoughts and add them, without interruption. Emphasis on the interruption part!&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those dreams that last all night and you wake up thinking about it? Well, last night I dreamt that Bill had a girlfriend. WHAT!!??!! It was so vivid and lasted what seemed to be all night long. This morning when I heard him get out of bed I was so mad at him. I am having to fight off the anger right now. Isn't that crazy? The poor guy has done nothing wrong and I can not shake this bad mood. Dreams are crazy like that! I am sure that some of you can analyze the meaning of my dream, if it is not good don't tell me! I do not need any other reasons to be upset! HA!&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6942130860607241721?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6942130860607241721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6942130860607241721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6942130860607241721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6942130860607241721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7214683295412153669</id><published>2008-06-19T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:26:25.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Summer Days</title><content type='html'>Today was the second rainy day of the week.  This really hurts the Lambert Family Motto for the summer (see earlier blog).  Today they decided to entertain themselves by preparing a puppet show for Bill and I to watch after dinner.  Of course I loved this idea, it occupied about two hours of their time.  AMAZING!  They made posters to advertise, tickets, seat names and numbers, props, and play money.  The only thing they forgot was to write their lines to the play!  (LOL)  Regardless, it was a hoot!  I have tried to summarize it with a photo show.  I wonder if this is how Scorsese got his start!?! &lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="288" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=Qx5va7uX&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=true&amp;amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="showCode=Qx5va7uX&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.0.xml&amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;autoPlayBack=true&amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="350" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMzkyMTEwOTIxOCZwdD*xMjEzOTIxMTI5NzgxJnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7214683295412153669?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7214683295412153669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7214683295412153669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7214683295412153669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7214683295412153669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainy-summer-days.html' title='Rainy Summer Days'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-181259477164812647</id><published>2008-06-14T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:57:24.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Worth Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="288" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=kP7Bj5zU&amp;amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.0.xml&amp;amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;amp;autoPlayBack=true&amp;amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;amp;useWidgetMaker=false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="showCode=kP7Bj5zU&amp;systemConfigUrl=http://view.ds1.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.1.0.xml&amp;viewerWidth=350&amp;viewerHeight=288&amp;autoPlayBack=true&amp;muteOnStart=true&amp;useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="350" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had such a blast at the zoo yesterday!  My original plan did not work out, but the day turned out awesome all the same.  I had planned to ride the train to Fort Worth and the transfer to the zoo.  Apparently that is not a very popular route, because after all of the transfers it would have taken us 3 hours to get to the zoo and 3 hours to get home.  (never mind!) My attempt to save gas and go green was trumped by my ADD and need to get there and more importantly get home when I am tired!  So we packed a picnic lunch and headed out in my car to Fort Worth, it only took us an hour to get there.  (much better)  However, we almost got a speeding ticket on the way.  Did I tell you Bill went with us!  Yes, the cop had his radar gun out and the car in front of us slammed on his brakes, Bill sped up to pass him and then saw the cop.  OOPS!  You know that feeling???  The cop immediately put the radar gun away and got in his car.  GREAT! I am thinking three hours on the bus will be less that a speeding ticket on the highway.  So we slow down and move to the far right lane, knowing that the cop will surely pull up right behind us.  No Cop! We go ahead and pull off the freeway, still convinced that he will pull up behind us.  As we pull into the nearest gas station I see the cop coming down the ramp.  GREAT!  He comes down to the light and I am thinking...Go Go Gadget Invisibility!  He turns, away from us!  WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!  I think we effectively evaded the law!  I am sure our picture is posted in Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt; somewhere as a most wanted, but really how often do we go there?  The boys were asking 900 questions as all of this happened.  Travis is terrified of the police so he was shaking in the backseat.  Tyler reached over and held his hand!  HA!  We had a good nervous giggle as we drove the speed limit to the zoo!&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMzQ1NDE1ODc2NSZwdD*xMjEzNDU*MTg2NjY*JnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-181259477164812647?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/181259477164812647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=181259477164812647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/181259477164812647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/181259477164812647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/06/fort-worth-zoo.html' title='Fort Worth Zoo'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4810178155181262458</id><published>2008-06-12T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:57:11.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Full Swing</title><content type='html'>The boys and I are 5 days into this summer and so far so good.  I created a list of chores and expectations (rules) that Super Nanny would be proud of.  I think these have saved me!  The boys are trying very hard to stay "green" (yes, we have a color chart at home, too).  We have set a summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;motto&lt;/span&gt; that we are living by : SWIM AND GYM!  I said that in passing one night and both of the boys are holding me to it!  They told me on Monday if we did not go to the gym we would be breaking one of our rules.  HA!  We also have a song for the summer, any guesses??? It is from my favorite movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt;2 the song is What Time is It?  Of course it talks about summer vacation! &lt;br /&gt;I have always said that I have the best of both worlds, I get to go to work 190 days and stay home for 2 months.  I have always thought the 2 months is harder than the 190 days.  That is, until this year.  We have been able to move and groove as much as we want to.  I think I could get used to this...Unfortunately, my bank account suffers greatly when I am on summer vacation.  There are just so many great places to spend your money at! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shhh&lt;/span&gt;! don't tell Bill!) &lt;br /&gt;This is a boring blog, I know, but I wanted to have it on record that the system we set up worked for at least 5 days.  It could all change in an instant! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going on the train to the Fort Worth Zoo!  Yep, riding the real train to Fort Worth!  I am sure there will be lots to share after that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4810178155181262458?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4810178155181262458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4810178155181262458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4810178155181262458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4810178155181262458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-in-full-swing.html' title='Summer in Full Swing'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-976714803288553735</id><published>2008-06-06T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:26:45.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years of Wedded Bliss</title><content type='html'>Bill and I have been married for 10 years today. This seems like a long time to be married, but it has gone by so fast! When I think about all of the things that have happened in the last 10 years, it amazes me. I thought I would share some pictures of our life together. We have been married 10 years, but have actually been together for 17 years. Looking through these pictures made me laugh. I have found notes that I wrote him in high school and letters that we exchanged in college. Tyler was amazed that we actually wrote to each other. In his mind he thought e-mail would be so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVbymn0HI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zr6r8XC0MzI/s1600-h/In+the+Beginning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208788379959283826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVbymn0HI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zr6r8XC0MzI/s320/In+the+Beginning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our first picture together.  We were on a Mission Trip to Colorado.  He was my Missions Leader.  That is a Hyper-Color shirt he has on, remember those??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208788400515580658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVc_LoAvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/A8956oKSwcQ/s320/In+the+Beginning+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In this picture I am 15 years old.  Oh-My!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVcvoezjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/d5AGhKPfHUs/s1600-h/In+the+Beginning+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208788396341644850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVcvoezjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/d5AGhKPfHUs/s320/In+the+Beginning+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill proposed after Christmas Eve Candlelight Service in 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVdFXTRoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HtZ4EYHqcH4/s1600-h/In+the+Beginning+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208788402175166082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVdFXTRoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HtZ4EYHqcH4/s320/In+the+Beginning+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were married in El Paso surrounded by all of our friends on June 6, 1998.  It was an absolutely amazing night!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our life together has been tremendously blessed.  I knew I had found a treasure the moment I met him.  He is the best Daddy and my very best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-976714803288553735?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/976714803288553735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=976714803288553735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/976714803288553735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/976714803288553735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-years-of-wedded-bliss.html' title='10 Years of Wedded Bliss'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SElVbymn0HI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Zr6r8XC0MzI/s72-c/In+the+Beginning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8635119432517510327</id><published>2008-06-04T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:06:23.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this in an e-mail yesterday and just had to share it with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live your life in such a way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;satan shudders &amp;amp; says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no....she's awake!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8635119432517510327?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8635119432517510327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8635119432517510327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8635119432517510327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8635119432517510327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-this-in-e-mail-yesterday-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8488376451779957199</id><published>2008-06-03T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:38:02.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEX9EQ1V7zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7WJ326BeIZ0/s1600-h/DSCN0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207846793803853618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEX9EQ1V7zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7WJ326BeIZ0/s320/DSCN0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we attended a small awards ceremony for Tyler's 2nd grade.  Each kid was honored by their teacher for something, the awards varied from best smile to best athlete, best reader to class clown.  Being a teacher I know the struggles that go through picking an award for each kid.  There are some that come easy, and others that I would agonize over for days.  How do you give an award for making it to the principals office more than any other 4th grader in a way that sounds politically correct?  As the teachers called out awards I fretted over what type of award he would deserve this year.  Best Handwritting, NOT, Most Athletic, NOT, Class Clown, Not really, Best Smile, maybe (cop out award if you ask me!)  Well, he received Most Caring Student in his 2nd grade class.  I was filled with joy!  He recieved an award last year for the same thing.  I would love for Tyler to make straight A's, be at school every day, win at every sport he played, and have the best smile, but really I would trade all of that for him to be considered a caring person.  That my friends is something that will help him be a better MAN and that is my goal as a parent!  So it is with tears in my eyes that I say, I am so proud of the young man I have in my house.   Tomorrow he ends the 2nd grade, where has the time gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8488376451779957199?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8488376451779957199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8488376451779957199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8488376451779957199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8488376451779957199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/06/proud-momma.html' title='Proud Momma'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEX9EQ1V7zI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7WJ326BeIZ0/s72-c/DSCN0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1319082859366395963</id><published>2008-05-30T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:44:04.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casualties of Field Day</title><content type='html'>Today was the big day that the kids look forward to all year... Field Day!  I will admit as a teacher I also looked forward to it.  It was a time to just play and be a big kid and it was ok.  It also allowed for my competitive personality to come out just a bit.  (LeRay?) This year I was not able to go play with my boys, but that did not slow them down.  As you can tell from the pictures, Field Day was a success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they have great stories to tell, but they fell asleep so fast I have not even heard any of them.  More to come with this story I am sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEBz5SZf3PI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XluDLcT00qY/s1600-h/DSCN0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206288597268815090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEBz5SZf3PI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XluDLcT00qY/s320/DSCN0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEBz5iZf3QI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ekED-yamBsA/s1600-h/DSCN0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206288601563782402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEBz5iZf3QI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ekED-yamBsA/s320/DSCN0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1319082859366395963?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1319082859366395963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1319082859366395963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1319082859366395963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1319082859366395963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/05/casualties-of-field-day.html' title='Casualties of Field Day'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SEBz5SZf3PI/AAAAAAAAAN8/XluDLcT00qY/s72-c/DSCN0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2693177904834380319</id><published>2008-05-26T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:27:43.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>Happy Memorial Day!&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could say that we have spent this weekend doing all of the fun "summer" things that you are supposed to do on Memorial Day.  Not so much!  This year we are remembering the fact that we started school late in August and therefore still have 8 more days of school.  This year seems to be dragging on.  Will summer ever get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whining&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great weekend with family and friends! &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Sunday so we were off to church.  The boys are at an age now where we have tried to get them to pay attention to the sermon, rather than coloring and just being quiet.  I will say this is a struggle each week, but we are making progress.  Our pastor uses an outline for each sermon and the points are projected on the big screen.  (I am sure most of you know the drill.)  Bill and I use this outline to help the boys stay focused on the sermon.  Each boy picks their favorite pen and listens/watches for the next phrase or word to be mentioned.  Well, being the good Baptist preacher that he is, he normally has three points with some sort of alliteration or rhyme to start with.  Tyler has picked up on this and can sometimes predict what the next point will be.  It is a bit of a game.  Hey, at least he is paying attention!  What we did not know is how close Travis has paid attention to the pattern of the outline.  Yesterday, we hand each boy a sermon outline and Travis says, "WHAT?! There are four points on this outline!"  HA!  The people behind us giggled and Bill and I could hardly contain it!  How could a good baptist preacher add four points to his outline? Doesn't he know we need to be out of church before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Methodists&lt;/span&gt; or the lines will be too long at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luby's&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we had a good laugh, thanks to Travis, AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2693177904834380319?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2693177904834380319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2693177904834380319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2693177904834380319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2693177904834380319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/05/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3083480258775460388</id><published>2008-05-20T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:49:54.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed: New Recipes</title><content type='html'>Do you ever go through a slump where you feel like you are making the same seven things for dinner every week?  Not that I cook seven times a week, lordy no! I just feel like I am in a cooking slump.  I make tacos, spaghetti, chicken, pork chops, etc... over and over again.  Tyler asked me yesterday if we were going to have chicken and broccoli or chicken and corn.  WOW!  What a variety I provide!&lt;br /&gt;I need some new ideas, and this is where my blog buddies come in.  Please share your favorite recipe with me.  I will then post my favorites, too. &lt;br /&gt;My family will thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3083480258775460388?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3083480258775460388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3083480258775460388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3083480258775460388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3083480258775460388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/05/needed-new-recipes.html' title='Needed: New Recipes'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7716146852964209062</id><published>2008-05-12T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:41:47.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With little time to stop and pray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For life's been anything but calm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you called on me to be a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running errands, matching socks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Building dreams with building blocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And other stuff that children lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitting lids on bottled bugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wiping tears and giving hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A stack of last week's mail to read,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So where's the quiet time I need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I steal a minute Lord, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just at the sink or ironing board,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To ask the blessings of your grace, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see them in my small one's face,&lt;br /&gt;That you have blessed me all the while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I stop to kiss that precious smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7716146852964209062?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7716146852964209062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7716146852964209062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7716146852964209062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7716146852964209062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-5057742321787990872</id><published>2008-05-11T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:52:44.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 466px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;object width="466" height="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/olp/exbed_player.0.1.0.swf"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;param name="FlashVars" 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href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7820286620637016818</id><published>2008-05-06T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:43:33.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Amazing Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, it is official I am "30 something!" Don't get me wrong it really does not bother me too much. Turning 30 was a milestone, 31 not so much! I have realized lately that I am getting older. You see I always hung out with older people, therefore making me the one that know one could believe I was only... I was also one of the young teachers, young moms, and young married couple. Just recently I noticed that I am a "seasoned teacher" a "school-aged mom" and an "over the hump married couple." Where does time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; to the point!&lt;br /&gt;Bill planned a wonderful weekend for just the two of us to celebrate my birthday. If you do not know me I like to celebrate in "weekends" not "days." It is all about stretching it out if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend started off with dropping the boys off at his mom's house on Saturday afternoon. We spent the next few hours walking around the mall enjoying the beautiful day. (one of my most favorite things to do!) We then headed off to Downtown Dallas where we would stay for the evening. Bill had booked a room at the Magnolia hotel. For those of you familiar with the Dallas skyline it is the building with the Pegasus on top. It was built in 1905 and had amazing architecture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383052577940706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SCDQWXKLJOI/AAAAAAAAANc/2XnSHxPLWdQ/s320/106_1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bill and I ate dinner on the 3rd floor balcony of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; called the Iron Cactus. Mexican food of course! They had New Mexican green chilies and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poblano&lt;/span&gt; peppers, hot dog, felt like home!! We had a great time watching the locals walk their dogs around the "concrete park" and then sit down to dinner with the dog in the chair. : ) not kidding! We had to be sure and be back at our hotel before 10, not because we are old, but because our hotel offered a cookies and milk bar from 8-10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yummo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we were off and running. We walked around the Farmers Market, which we planned another trip back to very soon! No time to linger too long we had reservations for Brunch at the House of Blues. They have a gospel brunch every Sunday. I would highly recommend this to everyone, it was so much fun! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383048282973394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SCDQWHKLJNI/AAAAAAAAANU/kR_tdnZ_UaU/s320/106_2004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I then took in more shopping and movie! I told you it was the best weekend ever! And I am still not done.&lt;br /&gt;After our movie we had tickets to the Stars Game 6 Playoff Game! I was so excited for this game. The Stars had won 3 games and only needed one more win to move on to round two. I had not so secretly wished for them to lose game 4 and 5 so that I could get a chance to go to game 6. It worked! We had seats on row 7, awesome! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383061167875314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SCDQW3KLJPI/AAAAAAAAANk/w3iF3llwY6U/s320/DSCN0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383069757809938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SCDQXXKLJRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UQbhkg-wHGw/s320/DSCN0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The game ended up going into 4 overtimes! Yes, I said 4 over times! It finally ended at 1:30 AM! After the weekend we had, I was so exhausted! We picked the boys up and fell into bed at almost 3 AM! Guess I am not that old after all! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197383065462842626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SCDQXHKLJQI/AAAAAAAAANs/Fyu0RI-taHw/s320/DSCN0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I laid in bed preparing for a good night's sleep I thanked God for the best friend He has given me in Bill! Thanks, Honey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7820286620637016818?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7820286620637016818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7820286620637016818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7820286620637016818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7820286620637016818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/05/absolutely-amazing-weekend.html' title='Absolutely Amazing Weekend!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SCDQWXKLJOI/AAAAAAAAANc/2XnSHxPLWdQ/s72-c/106_1991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-615988682709447509</id><published>2008-04-28T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:00:15.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was Younger...</title><content type='html'>As I walked through a classroom today I observed a teacher who was doing a writing lesson on the topic. "When I was younger..." This did make me laugh because none of the kids in our building are older than 10.  However, it got me thinking about the past 30 years of my life and I can not get it out of my head.  Which to all you bloggers out there you know what that means...I must blog about it.  This is my therapy!&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I could run to my friend's house two blocks away to see if she could play outside.  Now I call my friend to see if we can plan a "play day" so we can talk, and it might happen in the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I could talk on the phone to my boyfriend for hours, now we are lucky to talk to each other over dinner.  (I hear that changes when the kids grow up, still waiting!)&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I could wear what I wanted, eat what I wanted, and not worry about a thing!  Now...not so much!  I am at the point where shopping must answer these questions does it make me look too young? does it make me look to old? does it make me look fat? is it on sale? does is it so on sale everyone has it? BLAH!!&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I thought I knew it all!  NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I could sleep until noon!  I miss those days!&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I did not know what true friends were, I do now!!  Thanks for being my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-615988682709447509?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/615988682709447509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=615988682709447509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/615988682709447509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/615988682709447509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-i-was-younger.html' title='When I was Younger...'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8024582683925890071</id><published>2008-04-17T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:55:02.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Two Hands Now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190413180474637906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SAgNSaOyPlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y3qSgNLSgmA/s320/travis2.JPG" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is official we are no longer one-handed in this house. confused yet? None of us can count our age on one hand. Travis is now six! Where does time go? I remember being a new mom and people saying to cherish these moments because they do not last long. At the time I thought, are you sure each day drags on forever. : ) Now I am the person saying, "I remember those days..." Travis has become such a little man since starting school. He is very responsible and has more common sense then a lot of the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders I taught. He has a huge heart and is tough as nails! Travis is the kid that wants everyone to get along so that we can all play together. The key is to play and he doesn't care if it is with girls or boys, just together. I am so proud of both my big guys! Here are some pictures of the first few days of Travis. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190412785337646658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SAgM7aOyPkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/b3UqQ4KiUzw/s320/Travis+and+Travis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He was named after the strong most God center man Bill and I have ever know, Travis "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandy&lt;/span&gt;" Sykes. Travis is now 90 1/2! He has beat many illnesses and stared death in the face more than once. God is not finished with him yet! I can not wait for my Travis to understand what an awesome namesake he has. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190412776747712050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SAgM66OyPjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YcK273cVm4I/s320/Travis+4-18-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture is to show exactly how HUGE this kid was. This picture is taken the first night in the hospital. He is not even one day old! Notice the cheeks...my word! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday my little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8024582683925890071?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8024582683925890071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8024582683925890071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8024582683925890071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8024582683925890071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-two-hands-now.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Two Hands Now!&quot;'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SAgNSaOyPlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y3qSgNLSgmA/s72-c/travis2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2220581892678818642</id><published>2008-04-16T13:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:59:41.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SAZMi6OyPiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/blhA_Ffs2wQ/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919783221607970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SAZMi6OyPiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/blhA_Ffs2wQ/s320/butterfly.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever sit back and notice the little things around you? Those little things that we ignore all the time. I sat in my car today and watched two butterflies swirl around in the wind. Now normally I would have thought, "Slacker stop procrastinating and get out of the car!" Not today it was so nice to be reminded of the small blessings that are so often overlooked. My life can be so busy that I rarely stop to enjoy the small things. In college I had a professor that would make us stop and name five of "God's Little Extras" in our life. I wish I did this more...Here are my five little extras today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The sound of children laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The sound of Tyler and Travis saying they love each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Wild Flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Doves that sing to me every morning in the window of my shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your Little Extras?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2220581892678818642?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2220581892678818642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2220581892678818642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2220581892678818642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2220581892678818642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-things-in-life.html' title='Little Things in Life'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/SAZMi6OyPiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/blhA_Ffs2wQ/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1694873099562147267</id><published>2008-04-08T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:42:14.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Great!</title><content type='html'>As I read through my comments and the comments left on our bible study I realize why satan had his grips on me yesterday.  "When two or more are gathered in MY name, I am there!"  Guess what HE is here!  We have succeeded in starting a bible study that reaches out at any hour, anywhere.  I have a smile on my face that I can not explain other than GOD!  There is something wonderful planned through this bible study, I just know it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day makes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1694873099562147267?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1694873099562147267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1694873099562147267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1694873099562147267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1694873099562147267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-just-great.html' title='It&apos;s Just Great!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4815976702887238522</id><published>2008-04-07T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:08:47.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So you had a Bad Day...</title><content type='html'>Can you hear that song? That was my day.  It started the moment the alarm went off this morning!  I cannot even explain why.  It was Monday, it was a pretty day, I was training today, none of which should have made me dread the day.  Apparently it was obvious to Bill that I was cranky!  Not Good! &lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I continued my bad day, with a scowl on my face I am sure.  I finally decided that I needed to get out of this!  I sat down to do my bible reading for today (see new site) and it clicked.  Our God is so awesome that he can speak one word and bring the world to life.  Awesome is all that can describe it!  Satan however, was there to try to destroy the most amazing days so far.  If he can interfere in a time that had so few distractions what can he (Satan) do in a day like today.  I'll tell you... he can make you in a bad mood from the moment you wake up!  Well, guess what Satan??? I win... today is not yours, God is Awesome!  We have sisters in Christ reading about the story of creation and sharing it with others through a blog site.  These sisters are strong in their faith and they span the world!  Today I woke up cranky, but I will go to bed smiling because I have friends that share my joy! The joy that God's creation is amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4815976702887238522?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4815976702887238522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4815976702887238522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4815976702887238522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4815976702887238522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So you had a Bad Day...'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6118642375749428124</id><published>2008-04-01T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:06:51.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New site is ready...</title><content type='html'>Our study starts Monday, April 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the new blog site we have set up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://biblebloggingsisters.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://biblebloggingsisters.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6118642375749428124?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6118642375749428124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6118642375749428124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6118642375749428124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6118642375749428124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-site-is-ready.html' title='The New site is ready...'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-1544303822273692378</id><published>2008-03-31T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:04:23.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to the Orthopedic doc today and he said I had not torn my ACL after all. Big Praise! I have a sprain of MCL (medial cruciate ligament). This is best case scenario, no surgery! YEAH! Thanks for your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184091857110209810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R_GYE9oMlRI/AAAAAAAAALc/3-EE0qWdLGU/s320/sky_back100.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest on the Bible Blog Study:&lt;br /&gt;We are in the process of setting up a new site for the study. We are planning on following the E100 plan (&lt;a href="http://www.e100challenge.com/"&gt;http://www.e100challenge.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) . It walks you through 100 stories from the bible. The blog will be available to share your thoughts or just connect with some girls and say "Hey, I did my reading today!" LeRay is setting up the site and I will add a link as soon as it is up and running. There is no pressure in this study, trust me!! Share it with your friends we want to connect it across the planet! (Ha, that sounds like Oprah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-1544303822273692378?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/1544303822273692378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=1544303822273692378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1544303822273692378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/1544303822273692378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-news.html' title='Great News!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R_GYE9oMlRI/AAAAAAAAALc/3-EE0qWdLGU/s72-c/sky_back100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8500007459783486310</id><published>2008-03-30T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:47:26.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a Blog Bible Study?</title><content type='html'>I am looking for anyone that might be interested in joining an online bible study where we discuss things through a blog site. Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8500007459783486310?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8500007459783486310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8500007459783486310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8500007459783486310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8500007459783486310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-about-blog-bible-study.html' title='How about a Blog Bible Study?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-8647930717715147629</id><published>2008-03-22T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:03:00.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News or Bad News?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great time in Colorado!  Here are the boys before the St. Patrick's Day Parade down the mountain.  This is after the first day of skiing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUCNoMlLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HI49YYUGIg0/s1600-h/SS850013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180780080842708146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUCNoMlLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HI49YYUGIg0/s320/SS850013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2 is not on record because I had a bit of an accident!  As I was coming down the mountain with the boys I twisted my knee.  The doctors are saying it is a partial to complete tear of my ACL.  I thought that only happened to athletes.  Clearly not me! I was taken off the mountain on a stretcher and then to the ER in a make-shift ambulance.  I will know more about the prognosis on Monday.  (this is the bad news!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUDNoMlMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Cu-1UELZp_w/s1600-h/SS850032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180780098022577346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUDNoMlMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Cu-1UELZp_w/s320/SS850032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 3 Vacation Continues!  Mommy's bum knee did not stop any fun, just slowed things down a bit.  The boys were skiing blues by the end of the third day.  Here they are at lunch.  This was a beautiful day on the slopes.  I went shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUEtoMlNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0n7earRdVdo/s1600-h/SS850044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180780123792381138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUEtoMlNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/0n7earRdVdo/s320/SS850044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler turned 8 on this trip!  He invited us to his GUN SHOW!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUGNoMlOI/AAAAAAAAALE/azm2PIi2Qko/s1600-h/SS850052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180780149562184930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUGNoMlOI/AAAAAAAAALE/azm2PIi2Qko/s320/SS850052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My athlete! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUHdoMlPI/AAAAAAAAALM/ewwnnD4rIzA/s1600-h/SS850073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180780171037021426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUHdoMlPI/AAAAAAAAALM/ewwnnD4rIzA/s320/SS850073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When did they get so big?  I love them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-8647930717715147629?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/8647930717715147629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=8647930717715147629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8647930717715147629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/8647930717715147629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news-or-bad-news.html' title='Good News or Bad News?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R-XUCNoMlLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HI49YYUGIg0/s72-c/SS850013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-293420611686485159</id><published>2008-03-17T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:33:27.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made IT!</title><content type='html'>Colorado is beautiful!  I will add some pictures later today.  The drive was very easy and the kids did great.  We have seen tons of deer and snow.  Love Yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-293420611686485159?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/293420611686485159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=293420611686485159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/293420611686485159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/293420611686485159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-made-it.html' title='We Made IT!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-872048356151637845</id><published>2008-03-14T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:15:44.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One perk to being a teacher is Spring Break! Summer is good, but Spring Break is fabulous! Bill and I are taking the boys to Steamboat Springs, Colorado in the morning. We will drive there, 17 hours, ski Monday-Wednesday and drive home Thursday and Friday. I am so excited to be in the mountains with my boys! Talk to you all when we return!! (I am sure we will have plenty to share!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177678118664928162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R9rO0QBV-6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/G4aNxAqpcSk/s320/steamboat-g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-872048356151637845?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/872048356151637845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=872048356151637845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/872048356151637845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/872048356151637845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R9rO0QBV-6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/G4aNxAqpcSk/s72-c/steamboat-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3111967023153775418</id><published>2008-03-14T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:12:11.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mom!</title><content type='html'>After a night of clueless nurses the first night, Mom is on her way to recovery!  Thank you for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3111967023153775418?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3111967023153775418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3111967023153775418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3111967023153775418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3111967023153775418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-on-mom.html' title='Update on Mom!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7943030804140433876</id><published>2008-03-11T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:51:13.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for my Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R9aOKgBV-5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/bsfPPrAJCeI/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176481132754369426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R9aOKgBV-5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/bsfPPrAJCeI/s320/mom.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom is going in today for knee replacement surgery. Please help me pray for her anxiety, a safe surgery and a quick recovery! I am realizing the immense pressure on the "only child!" There have only been a few times in my life that I wish I had a sibling, now is one of those times. So send a hug to your sibiling and be glad there is always someone that can share your feelings. As for me I have my blog-buddies! Love Ya'll! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7943030804140433876?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7943030804140433876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7943030804140433876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7943030804140433876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7943030804140433876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/prayers-for-my-mom.html' title='Prayers for my Mom'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R9aOKgBV-5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/bsfPPrAJCeI/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-5571525248048023846</id><published>2008-03-08T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T10:48:32.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>I really do not know where to start with the description of our week.  I guess I will start with Monday. (Beware this could be long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Monday-&lt;/span&gt; Tyler had his end of year Upward Basketball Celebration.  It was lots of fun!  They had brought in a guest speaker (some Aggie!) that could spin 10 basketballs on his body.  The kids think he is amazing, me ...I think he is a little weird.  Anyway, he did an invitation at the end of his performance.  It was real traditional, all heads bowed all eyes closed kind of invitation.  Apparently, Tyler was hanging on his every word (see previous blog) and he prayed the prayer of salvation along with the now "Wonderful Aggie Basketball guy."  (who is still a little weird in my book)  Awesome night!  As we leave the celebration we are greeted with huge snowflakes falling from the sky!  We have had NO WINTER WEATHER all year, so this was a great surprise.  After a few snowballs we all went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuesday-&lt;/span&gt; Those boys came beeboppin' out of their room earlier than normal singing "It's a snow day, It's a snow day..." only to have me totally burst their bubble and say "Yes, but we still have to go to school!"  That was met with simultaneous "WHAT!" Yes, just because there is snow on the ground does not mean we do not have to go to school.  Too bad!  I knew full well that we would never get a snow day on TAKS week.  So my disappointment was limited!  Tyler looks outside and says, "Mom, I think this snow is so pretty!  Maybe is is God showing me how happy he is of my decision last night."  Now I am crying and I say I think you are right buddy!  A friend of mine said it was confetti from heaven! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wednesday-&lt;/span&gt; (Are you still with me??)  I will try to make this short.  We visited with our Children's Minister before church so she could talk to the boys about some questions they had been asking.  We told her that Tyler had prayed the prayer on Monday, only for Travis to pipe in and say that he did too.  She asked all the questions and they BOTH had all the answers.  Travis ended up praying with us to accept Jesus.  It warmed my heart about as much as it did the first time I held them.  My boys are growing up and this was a true glimpse of the fine young men they will become.  AWESOME!  The story of Wednesday does not end here... Bill and I let the boys go play in the gym before their class and we head off in our different directions.  About 10 minutes later Travis comes running into the nursery to say that Tyler has fallen, hit is head and is bleeding.  GREAT!  I sprinted, ok jogged, to the gym (thank goodness we have a small church).  He is laying on the ground with the same minister wiping the blood off his face.  This is a vision no mother ever wants to see.  To spare you all of the details, we go for x-rays and nothing was broken and no concussion.  WHEW!  He is pretty beat up and bruised, but nothing that slowed him down for too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday-&lt;/span&gt; I was dreading a meeting that I was supposed to go to and Guess what it was SNOWING AGAIN!  No meeting!!  HOORAY!  Bill drove through about 8 inches in Frisco, we only got 1-2 inches.  More confetti from heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday-&lt;/span&gt; NO SNOW NO DOCTORS, lots of sleep to recover from this crazy week we had!&lt;br /&gt;If you are still reading, Thank you for sharing the adventures of my world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-5571525248048023846?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/5571525248048023846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=5571525248048023846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5571525248048023846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5571525248048023846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3119920070714461362</id><published>2008-03-02T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:22:57.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Invitation</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had those days when you feel like your name has officially been removed from the "Mother of the Year" ballot?  Today was one of those days.  Travis has a best buddy that he talks about constantly, Michael.  Well, today was Michael's birthday, only the biggest day of the year so far!  Party started at 3:00, we get there at 4:00! ( Jennifer Lambert deleted from ballot!)  Travis was able to play one game eat a piece of cake and tada, the party was over.  I felt awful!!  Luckily he is my easy going child and just said, "Wow, that was a short party!"  WHEW!  However, it did not make me feel better!  The funny thing was all the other five year olds were asking him what road he was stuck in traffic on!  HA!  He said my mommy was napping! (delete delete delete!)  Anyway life goes on!  As I am wallowing in it, God found a way to bring me out of it. &lt;br /&gt;During the course of conversation in the car Travis asked about the party in heaven that Ms. Jennifer talked about today in the Children's Message at church.  You see, Jennifer (our Children's Minister) had a great analogy today prior to our sermon on the Great Commission.  She talked about sending invitations to a birthday party and how important it is that you accept your invitation in order to come to the party.  Well, this really hit home with my boys.  Tyler asked question after question.  Something that I have prayed for daily, but that he has never done.  The surprising thing is how well Travis, who is only 5, understood things.  Tyler says I am ready I want to go to the party!  Amen!  After talking off and on all night about it and praying for guidance, I feel awesome!  Funny how God works like that, huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3119920070714461362?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3119920070714461362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3119920070714461362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3119920070714461362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3119920070714461362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-invitation.html' title='The Great Invitation'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6560438361184183167</id><published>2008-02-22T16:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:33:19.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacobus Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some friends of ours just had twins and my boys are already in love!  They had never held babies this small.  In these pictures they are each holding Hallie.  She weighed 4lbs 14 oz and her little brother Hudson weighed 5 lbs 9 oz  Everyone is healthy and happy!  I just had to share these great pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R79M9jTBIHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0DHlDctMet0/s1600-h/travis+and+twin.htm"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169935517575356530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R79M9jTBIHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0DHlDctMet0/s320/travis+and+twin.htm" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R79MyTTBIGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/khDNqCrVGXM/s1600-h/257368774_IMG_4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169935324301828194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R79MyTTBIGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/khDNqCrVGXM/s320/257368774_IMG_4936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6560438361184183167?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6560438361184183167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6560438361184183167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6560438361184183167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6560438361184183167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/02/jacobus-twins.html' title='Jacobus Twins'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R79M9jTBIHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0DHlDctMet0/s72-c/travis+and+twin.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-3591150487706583134</id><published>2008-02-17T17:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:19:03.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO Unfair!</title><content type='html'>I am not one that believes in Karma, however I am beginning to think about things I have done wrong lately to deserve such punishment. "Why?" you ask. Well, you see Friday I started feeling sick AGAIN! I went to work for numerous reasons, the main one being that I WAS NOT GOING TO BE SICK! If you have not read my previous blogs I had the flu exactly a month ago and was sick for seven days. By 2:00 on Friday I was in full swing fluness! What the heck! I rushed to pick up the boys and then headed to my doctor. You see last time I was too late to take Anti-flu medicine. Not this time!! I told him I really really did not want to have the flu and that I really really did not have time to be sick for seven more days. He said ...."Maybe that is why you are sick?" He is lucky I felt so bad! (or else) After twenty short minutes in the office I was leaving testing positive for Flu A now! Yes, I improved my grade from a B to an A! My mom is so proud! Life got worse before it got better that night, but the medicine really seems to have worked. I am among the living after only two days instead of seven. I am taking every vitamin I can right now. Too bad I can not stay away from germs...I must teach them instead. The flu stinks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-3591150487706583134?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/3591150487706583134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=3591150487706583134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3591150487706583134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/3591150487706583134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-unfair.html' title='SO Unfair!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-5308469037541510160</id><published>2008-02-14T08:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:33:48.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Spend Too Much Money on Things That Make You Fat or Die Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R7RPmDTBIDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EYhkUbfjlpo/s1600-h/SMILE.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R7RPvDTBIEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/glrXZdsqQas/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166842342258319426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R7RPvDTBIEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/glrXZdsqQas/s400/roses.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...I loved the smell of my living room as I walked out this morning to find my beautiful Red Roses. I just hate the fact that men feel forced to buy something for their ladies! I think we should make Valentine's Day a floating holiday. This way we can just spring up and say "Surprise! Today is Valentine's Day, look what I got you!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any comments on that bitter blog? Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-5308469037541510160?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/5308469037541510160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=5308469037541510160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5308469037541510160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5308469037541510160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-spend-too-much-money-on-things.html' title='Happy Spend Too Much Money on Things That Make You Fat or Die Day!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R7RPvDTBIEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/glrXZdsqQas/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-7511745486313270395</id><published>2008-02-11T09:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:14:55.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165756686195040290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R7B0VjTBICI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FbjMijZsEbI/s200/miley-cyrus-both-worlds-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love those weekends that end and you feel like you need a weekend to recover? This was one of those. Just busy from the get go! Don't get me wrong it was fun stuff that we did, but there was a lot of it. In the last 24 hours I have attended two 3-D concerts, and I have decided that if this technology is going to take over the "real" experience I am goin got be sad. Bill and I saw the U2 3-D concert on Saturday night. I love U2 and can sing almost every song. We have also seen them in concert three times so I had great expectations. The concert was great, but the people in there...they just sat there like they were at the movie. Can you believe it?!? I wanted so bad to stand up and sing and cheer, but oh-no. I kept looking around in hopes to see at least a toe tapping, and NOTHING! Anyone that saw bill and I must have thought we were total dorks. I felt like the Star Wars junkie that knew all the words and wore the T-shirt to the movie. Yeah, that was me! So if that wasn't enough I took the boys to see Hanna Montana last night. What you need to understand about my boys is that they are not at all concern what other people think about them. If they think something is cool they are going to do it. I love this about them! Rarely do they say YUCK that is for girls! (Unless I threaten to take them to Libby Loo, we are not quite that liberated! HA!) Anyway the Jonas Brothers are their big thing right now and they were a part of the concert. So basically I spent $45 to hear the Jonas Brothers sing two songs, and to my boys it was worth every penny! Kinda makes me reevaluate the $100 for tickets to their entire concert. Good times in Lambert world!&lt;br /&gt;*Side note- after reading this I feel the need to enter the fact that we did attend what is called Ticket Stock this weekend. The Ticket is a talk Radio Sports station that the boys listen to with Bill. They begged to go all week. I had no desire to see sports sports and more sports then talk about it all day, but I went anyway. Once I got over the fact that every 20 year old size 6 was there, wearing less than I wear at the swimming pool, and trying to get my 5 year old to come over and take a picture with her I realized that it was not that bad. Basically we collected enough koozies to cover a case of "water" and the boys had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;So that was just a few things we did, I will add pictures of the Musk Ox that I built for Tyler's project later this week. Yes, his valentines will be stored in a Musk Ox made of recycled materials. (Don't get me started...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-7511745486313270395?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/7511745486313270395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=7511745486313270395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7511745486313270395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/7511745486313270395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R7B0VjTBICI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FbjMijZsEbI/s72-c/miley-cyrus-both-worlds-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4216554474170871715</id><published>2008-01-31T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:00:49.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is January finally over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R6HUfbblhqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SqoE718RYlI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161640284347795106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R6HUfbblhqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SqoE718RYlI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that January seems like the longest month of the entire year? I really think February is short just so we can recover from January. Man! Think about it...it has only been 30 days since we watched the ball drop and said hello to 2008. It has not even been a month since we took down our Christmas stuff. So far this month I have had a week off, went back to work, had an inservice (oops sorry "Professional Learning Day"), went on vacation, went back to work, and got the flu for seven days. AND the calendar still says January! I don't know maybe it is just me, but for heaven's sake can it please just be February? I need something new! Maybe I will go shopping for a cute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED Purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it is about that time...hee hee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4216554474170871715?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4216554474170871715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4216554474170871715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4216554474170871715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4216554474170871715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-january-finally-over.html' title='Is January finally over?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R6HUfbblhqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SqoE718RYlI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4217562251750843140</id><published>2008-01-27T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:50:18.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who got a flu shot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R500jbblhpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/scvEBUFudMk/s1600-h/flubgbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R500jbblhpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/scvEBUFudMk/s320/flubgbig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160338531299985042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, Yes! Travis, Yes! Bill, No! Jenn, No!  Why do I ask such questions? Oh that would be because I am sitting here on day four of the FLU!  Apparently getting your children their flu shots is responsible and very wise, yet does not help you at all.  My dad started all of this last weekend while we were in Vegas.  Mom got it Sunday! Neither of them got flu shots either!  I saw my mom for all of 15 minutes last Sunday and low and behold she gave it to me!  How contagious is this thing?  Luckily Bill was able to start taking Tamiflu before he really started to show many symptoms.  He has successfully been avoiding me all weekend!  I could go on all day about my bitterness to sicknesses like this, but it would all come down to one thing...Get a flu shot you moron!!&lt;br /&gt;Next year the whole family, WHOLE FAMILY, is having a Flu shot party.  You are all invited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4217562251750843140?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4217562251750843140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4217562251750843140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4217562251750843140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4217562251750843140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-got-flu-shot.html' title='Who got a flu shot?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R500jbblhpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/scvEBUFudMk/s72-c/flubgbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2084596341564456517</id><published>2008-01-23T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:42:23.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Stars</title><content type='html'>So if you know me at all you know that I am a bit of a stalker when it comes to celebrities. I do come by this honestly, however. My mother stole a brick from the future house of Troy Aikman on one of the many trips completely out of our way to his house. We have stalked people like Deion Sanders, Troy, OJ Simpson (big mistake), Meg Ryan (worked out with her once; ok in the same gym with her once), and a few others. So naturally while in Las Vegas my eyes were peeled for just a mediocre sighting. I would settle for K-Fed, Stalone, or even Paris if I had to. A couple years ago Bill and I hit the mother load when we were walking through the Paris hotel and saw a huge crowd only to see moments later, about six feet away, Micheal Jackson. That was cool! I get a little crazy and am not at all afraid to chase them down and pretend to be paparazzi(sp). Now to the point...as Bill and I walked out of our show Friday night, "O" it was AMAZING, we see a large group of people standing outside of a club called The Bank. Not one I have heard of in US Weekly so I did not think much of it. That is until I saw about ten camera men waiting for someone. PAY DIRT they are paparazzi! I start dragging Bill with me to follow them, he does not share my enthusiasm so I quickly leave him behind pull out my camera and join the crowd. Low and behold here he comes right past me Vin Diesel. Oh Momma! He is a blessing in so many many ways! I start flashing my camera and he is posing for "me" and the other 100 people standing around. After what seems like forever he enters the club with a wave. My heart is beating 100 mph and I am so excited! The next thought is oh crap Bill! I just ran off, I hope he is not mad!! I find him standing away from the crowd by a wall. As I run up to him to share my stories he says "I shook his hand!" WHAT??? He tells me that right after I ran off Vin Diesel walked right in front of him with his entourage and shook Bill's hand. THUNK! Too bad for me see if I ever follow the crowd again. Who cares we just saw him!! I quickly text anyone that I think would care, then delete half of them because it is 3:00 am Dallas time, not quite that important. It was great! &lt;br /&gt;So do you think I am crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R5deX7blhoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2jkmuCLFIHI/s1600-h/thumbnailCAWENDNW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R5deX7blhoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2jkmuCLFIHI/s320/thumbnailCAWENDNW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158695663359592066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2084596341564456517?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2084596341564456517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2084596341564456517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2084596341564456517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2084596341564456517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/seeing-stars.html' title='Seeing Stars'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R5deX7blhoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2jkmuCLFIHI/s72-c/thumbnailCAWENDNW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6796743546619170891</id><published>2008-01-16T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:33:44.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it ADD?</title><content type='html'>It is currently 9:29PM and I am sitting at my computer thinking of all of the things I HAVE to get done.  However, I have found every possible thing I could do instead.  I have three lists outlining all of the things that need to be packed, prepared, and set out for our trip but I have not done any of them yet.  The boys are in bed so I can not pack their stuff, too bad.  Is it ADD or just plain procrastination?  I do not know!  I did go to Starbucks and get a Grande "Skinny" Mocha (that was supposed to be peppermint, but they forgot).  This means that I will be up for many more hours contemplating what to do first.  Am I alone?  I think not!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6796743546619170891?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6796743546619170891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6796743546619170891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6796743546619170891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6796743546619170891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-add.html' title='Is it ADD?'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2882201794287468109</id><published>2008-01-13T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:35:59.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4poF6v9dpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PYMjEhYpoR0/s1600-h/paris-las-vegas-14_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4poF6v9dpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PYMjEhYpoR0/s320/paris-las-vegas-14_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155047174358005394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are thinking "vacation? didn't she just start back?" Well yes and yes! Bill and I leave for Las Vegas in just 5 days. I am so excited I can not even explain it to you. My excitement is not because of where we are going, just that we are going. I honestly think that we could be going to Nowhere, New Mexico and I would still be excited. I am looking forward to being irresponsible! Ha! That sounds bad, what I mean is I am looking forward to not having to be responsible for anyone else, but me. Bill and I are not huge gamblers, mainly because I do not like to give them my money when I could go buy something with it, but we do enjoy playing here and there. If we win we play longer! Heather and Jeni, Bill's sisters, are now Vegas junkies as well. This will be the second year we have vacationed together. It was tons of fun last year and we are all counting the minutes. However, my question is...Why does it always work out that the week of vacation ends up being the BUSIEST week in history? I normally can come home at four and bring little with me. Not this week! I am training on Monday and Tuesday nights, Wednesday I am planning for a training I have on Monday when we return. If I make it to Thursday I will need a vacation, because I wil have already put in my 40 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-2882201794287468109?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2882201794287468109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2882201794287468109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2882201794287468109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2882201794287468109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/road-to-vacation.html' title='The Road to Vacation'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4poF6v9dpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PYMjEhYpoR0/s72-c/paris-las-vegas-14_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-4303199509341984810</id><published>2008-01-10T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:45:49.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeful but Discouraged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4ZZtav9doI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P_37dEIC_mQ/s1600-h/dejavu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4ZZtav9doI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P_37dEIC_mQ/s320/dejavu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153905460381578882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week I got on the scale after working out 5 out of 7 days and changing my eating habits. Before I tell you the results let me explain why I am discouraged. I went to cheesecake factory with my Grandmother and ate the small, vegetarian, pasta dish, and did not have ANY cheesecake or bread. That should equal a pound! Then the next day I said no to a whole "Sprinkles" cupcake that was calling my name and only had two bites, giving the rest to Travis. Between kickboxing and step class alone I really hoped to lose weight. However, when I got on the scale it said no change! I was so sad! However, I am not changing my plan! I am drinking more water this week and trying to stick to my small regular meals. Yesterday the people at Wendy's tempted me by giving me fries and the side salad I ordered. I did not eat the fries as much as I wanted to, and do you know why? So that I could have the satisfaction of blogging about it! HA! I am trying, this is a goal I know I can accomplish!&lt;br /&gt;*Vegas next week will be the hardest part yet!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-4303199509341984810?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/4303199509341984810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=4303199509341984810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4303199509341984810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/4303199509341984810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/hopeful-but-discouraged.html' title='Hopeful but Discouraged'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4ZZtav9doI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P_37dEIC_mQ/s72-c/dejavu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-5098826510832571909</id><published>2008-01-06T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:13:48.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow officially ends the holidays for us. Yes, it is back to school for the Lambert family! I am actually ready to go back, ok let me restate that...I am ready for the boys to go back. If I could have a few more days I would love it. Really I am ready! The sooner we start the sooner it will be summer. (one can dream) Travis has not enjoyed this break all that much. He had surgery to remove his adenoids on December 27th and then one week later he got the stomach flu and missed out on another day of vacation. Poor Guy! Luckily he got all of that out of the way during vacation and we do not have to use any school days for that stuff. It was nice to "play" sick along with him Thursday. I might have needed the rest as much as he did. Now we will all head back to the business of life. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening in January?&lt;br /&gt;*We are reading the book of Proverbs, one chapter a night. I am really enjoying this!&lt;br /&gt;*January 17-20 Bill and I are going to Las Vegas for a much needed vacation. &lt;br /&gt;* Tyler starts UpWard Basketball this month, stay tuned for updates. Bill is the coach and Tyler is the "Shaq" of the team. Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-5098826510832571909?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/5098826510832571909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=5098826510832571909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5098826510832571909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5098826510832571909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-2572279261914972917</id><published>2008-01-05T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:50:22.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Funny Videos</title><content type='html'>These videos made me laugh so hard I had to share them with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lx3igZ7VcY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9lx3igZ7VcY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IR5HWr9IIw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1IR5HWr9IIw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5963562899710759519-2572279261914972917?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/2572279261914972917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=2572279261914972917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2572279261914972917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/2572279261914972917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/book-of-proverbs.html' title='A Few Funny Videos'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-5161800810997932633</id><published>2008-01-01T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:28:47.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Resolution, Resolution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R3qwZav9dgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BwsKVfkC9PE/s1600-h/resolutions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150623074575283714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R3qwZav9dgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BwsKVfkC9PE/s320/resolutions.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I say that I have made a resolution without sounding so completely cliche? I am "embracing" the American tradition of starting a fresh goal on the first day of the year. Ok, that does not sound any better! Why did I wait until today to decide? Who knows? My goal for myself is to change the way I think about food, to change the relationship that I have with it! I do want to lose weight, who doesn't after the holidays? However, that is not my only reason to set this goal. I want to relearn what food is and why we need it. I want to know that if someone makes a cake I can have some, but I do not have to. If I want to eat I can, but I do not have to eat fast junk at 8, 12, and 6. You see I have the mentality that if it is "meal time" then I should eat. Hungry or not I better eat because you never know what might happen later and I get hungry and can not eat, because that happens so often in my life, being somewhere without access to food. WHATEVER! I am changing! It will take some real training and a lot of subconscious redirection, but I know I can do this. I am hoping that since I have put this on my blog that I will be held accountable, whether verbally or not. You see I am leery to tell people if I start a diet because if I screw it up they might find out! Well, world it is time for you to know! I weigh about what I did when I was 4 months pregnant and that is just sad! I can not claim baby weight anymore, he is five! (almost six) The time is now, so here I go! I hope to update my tracker every week. If it disappears there is a problem and I have fallen off the wagon. Consider me the alcoholic that is taking a drink and please say a prayer for me or give a gentle reminder. I need you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-5161800810997932633?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/5161800810997932633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=5161800810997932633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5161800810997932633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/5161800810997932633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-resolution-resolution.html' title='Not a Resolution, Resolution!'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R3qwZav9dgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BwsKVfkC9PE/s72-c/resolutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963562899710759519.post-6789466921301253082</id><published>2007-12-31T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:58:00.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Approaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R3ktfKv9dfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fgEYEjaz87E/s1600-h/family+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150197662359582194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R3ktfKv9dfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fgEYEjaz87E/s320/family+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how fast Christmas comes and goes. Bill and I had a Lambert Family cleaning day on Saturday, and like a flash the decorations were gone and the garage was all cleaned out. Ok, the flash really took about 8 hours and one very large trip to the dump! Yesterday I cleaned the carpets and today I sit here ready to welcome the new year with a clean organized house! HOORAY! Now if you know me at all you know that this only happens once a year, but it does happen!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I reflect back on 2007 I could talk about so many things so I thought I would do my best at a Davis Letterman Top 10 (this writer is not on strike!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Top 10 Most Memorable Moments of 2007 Lambert Style!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Travis John starts kindergarten and we all survived! He has not had any behavior problems at all since the 3rd week of school. (go Trav!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Tyler discovers his passion for acting and is cast in two plays, Oliver! and Miracle on 34th Street. Musical and Acting lessons start in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I got a new car and said good-bye to the mini van!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Travis decided that having a girlfriend that is 16 when you are only 5 is perfectly acceptable. He even told her she was Hot and wanted to date her. (Excuse Me!!!) This is the result of teaching 11th grade Sunday School!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. This year we added a new doctor to our list; right beside the "Cast Doctor" is the "Sinus Surgery Doctor." Oh-yeah! Travis had is first of what could be more surgeries to clear up sinus problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Tyler makes straight A's! YEAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I left the classroom and loved every minute of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Vacations to El Paso, Port Aransas, Houston, and San Antonio brought fun times for all of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. All of our family and friends are again HEALTHY and HAPPY at the end of another year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. God is so good, though we do not deserve it we have all that we need and our blessings are endless. HE is an AWESOME GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5963562899710759519-6789466921301253082?l=jennspend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/feeds/6789466921301253082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5963562899710759519&amp;postID=6789466921301253082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6789466921301253082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5963562899710759519/posts/default/6789466921301253082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennspend.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-approaches.html' title='A New Year Approaches'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05486623600990175591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R4BaQav9dnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/i9kHC7HVZJc/S220/jenn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-CDOLxT4j0/R3ktfKv9dfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fgEYEjaz87E/s72-c/family+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
