<?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-33474458</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:09:43.138-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Adi'/><category term='Everett'/><category term='Orange County Swap Meet'/><category term='Baker City'/><category term='dvds'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='beach'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Laguna Beach'/><category term='vacation Utah Shakespearean Festival'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Jeff'/><category term='Magic Mountain'/><category term='LDS Church'/><category term='winter'/><category term='Utah Shakespearean Festival'/><category term='Pushing Daisies'/><category term='Dan in Real Life'/><category term='Gateway'/><category term='Seattle'/><category term='Kohen'/><category term='Good Reads'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='survey'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='must-haves'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Space Needle'/><category term='bread'/><category term='family'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='cologne'/><category term='Dr. Pepper'/><category term='friends'/><category term='vanilla'/><category term='massage'/><category term='07.07.07'/><category term='singing'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Steve Carell'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='parties'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='October'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Juline'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='Primary'/><category term='Alicia'/><category term='fall'/><category term='MP3s'/><category term='Kirstin Chenowith'/><category term='Lisa'/><category term='Beard Papa'/><category term='Simpsons'/><category term='Layton'/><category term='rain'/><category term='New Jersey'/><category term='Oil of Olay'/><category term='food'/><category term='St. George'/><category term='scents'/><category term='Riley'/><category term='sick'/><category term='hats'/><category term='Propel'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Ivar&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Jenn's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3100905431255678806</id><published>2010-09-29T21:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:34:19.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last month I had the biggest, most amazing surprise of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an average day, I was really longing for a nap after a pretty sleepless night, but I decided to do a little shopping. So off to Old Navy I went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While walking into the dressing room, loaded down with potential wardrobe updates, I got a phone call from my incredible boyfriend. Just calling to see what I was up to. "At Old Navy doing some shopping," I said. "Is that the Old Navy by the Mall?" he asked. "Ummm, yeah. Over near Target," I answered, only a little skeptically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after some chatting, I hung up and began the fashion show, trying on my dressing room full of clothes. Gathering my approved selections, about 15 minutes after hanging up the phone, I walked out of the dressing room and began looking at a rack of shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, I could feel someone blowing on my neck. What the Wha??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning around, I was overjoyed to see my sweetie behind me! He had decided to drive up, all the way from Payson, to surprise me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After teasing me about how long I was in the dressing room, we continued our shopping, bought our selections and then walked out to our cars, talking about where we should go to dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At his car, he got the door for me, but before I could sit down he had to remove a few things from the front seat. I then sat down and waited for him to shut my door, noticing that he seemed to be stalling a bit, but I certainly didn't think much of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then ... he suddenly got on one knee and popped open a black velvet ring box and asked if I would marry him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I exclaimed. "ARE YOU SERIOUS? OH MY GOSH!" I continued to exclaim while we both fumbled around trying to put the beautiful ring on my finger! I was so excited that I forgot to actually answer him for, probably what seemed to him, to be 30 minutes! "OF COURSE I WILL MARRY YOU!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the parking lot of Old Navy on Thursday, August 26, rock digging into his knee, Steve proposed to me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are getting married November 20 and we couldn't be any happier! I have waited a VERY long time to find someone so completely amazing. Steve was completely worth the wait! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/TKQE3kdlTRI/AAAAAAAAAuA/5R7J4khy9ug/s320/Sunflower2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522544395790142738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3100905431255678806?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3100905431255678806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2010/09/amazing-update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3100905431255678806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3100905431255678806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2010/09/amazing-update.html' title='Amazing Update!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/TKQE3kdlTRI/AAAAAAAAAuA/5R7J4khy9ug/s72-c/Sunflower2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-2082526400704127775</id><published>2010-05-10T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:25:01.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, finally, finally</title><content type='html'>I know. I'm a Bad Blogger! &lt;div&gt;I'll forgo all the lame excuses and just mention a few of the highlights of the past few weeks/months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Lava Hot Springs -- Last minute getaway was pure relaxation. Soothing, healing steamy waters! Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Lagoon -- Beautiful Spring day turned into a pretty cold adventure after a panic-attack ride on the water-soaking Cliffhanger. (I do not like that ride!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Yard work -- Green thumb has been discovered. OK, actually, it's more like my roommate has been using her green thumb in the garden. I'm just working on perfecting my green lawn and flower bed! (Topsy Turvy tomatoes will be planted soon!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Outdoor adventures: Welcoming spring with fun 4-wheeling excursions and target practice. More fun to come ... fishing, camping, boating, and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Visiting with friends and meeting new babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* New MacBookPro! Wahoo!! New laptop = Very happy Jennifer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* St. George Art Festival Weekend -- Wonderful visit with friends, great deals at the fest, not-so-great luck in Mesquite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* And look! I updated my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there will be more posts to come ... eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-2082526400704127775?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/2082526400704127775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-finally-finally.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2082526400704127775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2082526400704127775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-finally-finally.html' title='Finally, finally, finally'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4841853329291416524</id><published>2010-03-29T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:55:01.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Fest with the Hare Krishnas in Spanish Fork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/S7DpM7ZiVzI/AAAAAAAAAto/DQKjnU4oJG4/s1600/Color+Fest+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454115557058172722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/S7DpM7ZiVzI/AAAAAAAAAto/DQKjnU4oJG4/s320/Color+Fest+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what Steve and I did this last Saturday. Just us and about 19,999 other, extremely colorful people! (I think it was about 1/2 the entire BYU campus). We had a BLAST ... as you can see by the photo! Be sure and check out this video. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdRjoLZ55VY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdRjoLZ55VY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/33474458-4841853329291416524?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4841853329291416524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2010/03/color-fest-with-hare-krishnas-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4841853329291416524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4841853329291416524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2010/03/color-fest-with-hare-krishnas-in.html' title='Color Fest with the Hare Krishnas in Spanish Fork'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/S7DpM7ZiVzI/AAAAAAAAAto/DQKjnU4oJG4/s72-c/Color+Fest+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4477695820292936262</id><published>2009-12-14T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:29:09.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars according to a 3-year-old</title><content type='html'>This is just TOO CUTE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EBM854BTGL0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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/EBM854BTGL0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/33474458-4477695820292936262?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4477695820292936262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/12/star-wars-according-to-3-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4477695820292936262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4477695820292936262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/12/star-wars-according-to-3-year-old.html' title='Star Wars according to a 3-year-old'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4686550861778878747</id><published>2009-11-11T15:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:21:17.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I am clearly a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horrible blogger&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't even checked out my friends blogs for weeks and weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a few good excuses, though ... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'll have to make this a quick post and hopefully find time to blog much more in the coming days and weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4686550861778878747?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4686550861778878747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4686550861778878747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4686550861778878747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-8561472337351913937</id><published>2009-10-03T17:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:51:36.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on birthdays past...</title><content type='html'>I'm not ashamed to admit that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I love my birthdays!&lt;/span&gt; I don't necessarily love getting older, but I do love celebrating the day of my birth ... and I've had some pr&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SsfwrhFxyUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/uYfVg_daPlE/s320/cake.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388540109579733314" /&gt;etty fantastic celebrations! Just last night I was relating a few of my favorite birthdays to a friend and thought it would be fun to jot them down. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Puker"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I had a couple of b-days that were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;less than perfect&lt;/span&gt;. The most memorable, from my earlier years (maybe I was 10 or so) began with a fun birthday dress shopping trip to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ZCMI&lt;/span&gt;. Looking through the racks, I started to not feel so good... Running outside into the rain, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;puked in the gutter&lt;/span&gt;, my sister chasing after me to see if I was ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That afternoon, sleeping on the couch, puke bowl at the ready, I awoke to a cuddly, s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;tuffed unicorn&lt;/span&gt; tucked in with me and a beautiful black and white checked dress with red embellishments ... a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Marie Osmond-brand dress&lt;/span&gt; (it was the coolest dress and yes, I went through a unicorn and pegasus phase).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Holly Hobby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ssfw2I6mlrI/AAAAAAAAAtU/qqFAopEr8C4/s320/Holly+Hobby.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388540292068972210" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say it was my 8th birthday and my Uncle Allen was staying with us, in town from Oregon for LDS General Confer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ence. It was pouring rain, again, but my mom didn't let that hamper the family party which included a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;scavenger hunt!&lt;/span&gt; My final gift, which I had to retrieve outside in the milk delivery box (what are those things called anyway?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushing out into the rain I grabbed the gift-wrapped box and hurried back inside to reveal one of my favorite childhood gifts ... a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Holly Hobby Wristwatch!&lt;/span&gt; I wish I still had that watch ... it was so cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's Where Fun Is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Lagoon&lt;/span&gt;. My birthday when I was in 6th grade was spent at Lagoon! We loaded up all my grade-school friends in the car and enjoyed a great amusement par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"24"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 24th birthday was incredible. Simply put, the boy I had crushed on for years and dated for a few months, sent me 6 long-stemmed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;red roses&lt;/span&gt; with a card that read:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You're the grooviest chic since Marcia Brady! -- Gary"&lt;/span&gt; That was a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dancing the Night Away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What better way to celebrate getting older, my final year in my 20s, than to gather up ALL of your friends and get your groove on at a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;dance club&lt;/span&gt;? Birthday cake and surprise, completely unexpected birthday presents made for a fantastic night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SsfxARpFqvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ahbcVC4kHz4/s320/NYC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388540466210122482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I *HEART* NY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always tried to extend my birthday for as long as possi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ble and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;30th birthday&lt;/span&gt; was the ultimate in a 3-week-long celebration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the quick rundown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Pampering massage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Flight to see best friend and her husband in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;New Jersey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 3-day trip to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Surprise dinner at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Tavern on the Green&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* City sites like Empire State Building, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Met Museum&lt;/span&gt;, Battery Park, Little Italy, Financial District, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Times Square &lt;/span&gt;and more (enormous blister TOTALLY worth it!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Surprise  Broadway play: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Aida&lt;/span&gt; featuring Toni Braxton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Weekend trip to DC area including Colonial &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt;, Renaissance Faire, Toby Keith concert and scenic drive past Washington DC Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Atlantic City&lt;/span&gt; evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Day-trip to pristine &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Amish&lt;/span&gt; Country's Lancaster County&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Loads of amazing quality time with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;bestest friends ever&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Flew home to celebrate my birthday again with family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far it's been 35, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;almost 36&lt;/span&gt;, years of fantastic, memory-filled celebrations! I can't wait for the many more parties to come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-8561472337351913937?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/8561472337351913937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflections-on-birthdays-past.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8561472337351913937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8561472337351913937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflections-on-birthdays-past.html' title='Reflections on birthdays past...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SsfwrhFxyUI/AAAAAAAAAtM/uYfVg_daPlE/s72-c/cake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1653073499273688461</id><published>2009-08-10T21:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:25:18.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a slacker!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how long it's been since my last post! YIKES! &lt;div&gt;I guess it's proof that my summer has been "action packed." Or at least something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for a quick recap, I guess:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roomies&lt;/span&gt; moved out. Jeff, Juline, Adi and Kohen moved into a cute little apartment and I'm sure they are once again enjoying their own space. But boy do I miss those kids! (sniff sniff!) Good thing they are still close ... just up the road from me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;Dating&lt;/span&gt; a pretty great guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JULY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Roomie&lt;/span&gt; moved in! And her name ... Riley! So pretty comical when yelling at Riley (the dog) when he's naughty! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Looking&lt;/span&gt; for another new roomie. I have the room ... why not!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Weekend adventures&lt;/span&gt; including camping at Lava Hot Springs, May family reunion in Baker City, Ore., overnighter in Sun Valley where I hob-nobbed with pulitzer prizing winning columnist Dave Barry and best-selling author Mitch Albom! (WOW), and another camping trip up Big Cottonwood Canyon in unusually chilly weather. (PHOTOS TO COME)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;Twitter, Facebook and Bloggin&lt;/span&gt;g for work work work = Avoidance of all social networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dental pain!&lt;/span&gt; This King got her first crown and has never felt so much tooth pain in her life! Not even headgear during the braces era was as painful as when the numbness wore off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a pretty great summer with another few weeks to go which will include family birthday parties (Grandma King turns 95 on Aug. 16) and a Japanese friend coming for a visit which might mean a road trip to Vegas and Zion National Park! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1653073499273688461?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1653073499273688461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-such-slacker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1653073499273688461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1653073499273688461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-such-slacker.html' title='I&apos;m such a slacker!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3966743859654057759</id><published>2009-06-02T21:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:50:17.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacay month continued!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From the "Mexican Riviera" (almost) to the Land of the Midnight Sun ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a fabulous, Memorial Weekend, sleep-deprived trip to Anchorage, Wasilla and Denali National Park and had a completely amazing time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not the typical destination for 3-day weekend jaunt, I actually was invited to visit the nation's largest state for a first date! And a blind date, at that. I had an incredible time! Too bad he lives in Alaska! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an event-filled weekend and Mr. Alaska was a great tour guide. Right after getting off the plane, killing time in Anchorage for 2 hours in the wee hours of the morning, we retrieved my luggage from "lockup" (first time my luggage has ever been lost!) and hit the road around 6 a.m. Saturday, heading up directly to Denali National Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arriving at Denali we checked into the hotel, grabbed some lunch and took a short nap! Ahhhh.... Then we embarked on a Jet Boat Safari where we sped along one of the rivers, seeking out wildlife and admiring the snowtopped peaks of the overwhelmingly majestic mountains. Taking a break we were introduced to a full-time fur trapper who showed off his wares ... wolf, fox, lynx, beaver and more. Then we were off to pan for gold! Only looking like simple flecks, it was fun to discover our little treasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening, after another short nap, we enjoyed a fun dinner-theater event, feasting on ribs, salmon and all the fixin's while learning about Denali's early adventurers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a quick count, I figure that with the exception of a few naps, nothing more than about an hour or so, I was awake for 42 hours from Friday morning until finally going to sleep at 11 p.m. Saturday. Complete exhaustion, but so much fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we woke up early for breakfast and our bus tour through Denali.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr6--B2bI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PjcVhKTeCuY/s320/Jenn+and+McKinley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342935931513067954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me and Mt. McKinley in the background. Beautiful! The nation's highest peak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr7GPFX8I/AAAAAAAAAss/SNgOQ14kslo/s320/McKinley+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342935933463650242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gorgeous Mt. McKinley, different day but little bit better view. Can you make out the peak through the clouds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr7mszpYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/lRpbqv4ynKw/s320/Jenn+in+Denali.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342935942178252162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entering Denali National Park. We took a 6-hour bus tour through the park, seeking wildlife. We did see grizzly bears, caribou and doll sheep (below). Photo opps were not so great because everything was from such a long distance, but we had a great time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr8LrL1KI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qBxRO3IRCzo/s1600-h/Doll+Sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr8LrL1KI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qBxRO3IRCzo/s320/Doll+Sheep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342935952103560354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr7mszpYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/lRpbqv4ynKw/s1600-h/Jenn+in+Denali.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr8UEyNII/AAAAAAAAAtE/d8r8bscJiok/s1600-h/Jenn+Denali+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr8UEyNII/AAAAAAAAAtE/d8r8bscJiok/s320/Jenn+Denali+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342935954358416514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At one of the stops on our bus tour through Denali. So beautiful&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr8LrL1KI/AAAAAAAAAs8/qBxRO3IRCzo/s1600-h/Doll+Sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our drive through Denali, we headed back to Wasilla for a relaxing night. Monday was filled with a picnic lunch, outstandingly scenic drive and a visit to a Musk Ox Farm. Heading back into Anchorage, we ate dinner at an "authentic Alaskan restaurant" called Gwennie's and then it was back to the airport for the long trek back home (6-hour late-night layover in Seattle). WHEW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an incredible adventure, but I'm excited to enjoy a few weeks travel-free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3966743859654057759?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3966743859654057759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacay-month-continued.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3966743859654057759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3966743859654057759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacay-month-continued.html' title='Vacay month continued!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SiXr6--B2bI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PjcVhKTeCuY/s72-c/Jenn+and+McKinley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5989890040137573173</id><published>2009-05-27T22:16:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:55:19.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Roundup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;April showers bring May flowers, but what do May flowers bring? For me ... LOTS of travel plans! First traveling buddy Brent and I headed off to a "Mexican" cruise, but because of some over-blown Swine Flu, we were rerouted to the California coast. So instead of Cabo, Mazatlan and Puerto Vallarta, we hit Santa Barbara, San Diego and San Francisco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a great escape, even if we didn't get that Mexican sun and we had to deal with fog, cold winds, excursion-delaying fog and rough waters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UigmKqLI/AAAAAAAAApk/dpz94S4mBzA/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340728791206111410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Brent and I on the Sapphire Princess just as we were leaving port&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UkLpISDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3DlHcmBG97s/s1600-h/Santa+Barbara+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UkLpISDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3DlHcmBG97s/s320/Santa+Barbara+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340728819941132338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;Our first port was Santa Barbara. Some amazingly beautiful architecture! Love the bar-tile Spanish-influence rooftops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4Ujbkua9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Snfz_xUc5KI/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4Ujbkua9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Snfz_xUc5KI/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340728807037758418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UjyMPWSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-A0vzriUaTQ/s320/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340728813109074210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UjJe55mI/AAAAAAAAAps/ED6F7-IQxxA/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UjJe55mI/AAAAAAAAAps/ED6F7-IQxxA/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340728802181506658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4Vtx194BI/AAAAAAAAAqU/-JweIo3thvs/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340730084325974034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sunburn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VvMPUSiI/AAAAAAAAAqs/J978bcBnF5o/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VvMPUSiI/AAAAAAAAAqs/J978bcBnF5o/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340730108591491618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On to San Diego the next day where we explored Balboa Park with lots of museums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We also saw the Body Worlds exhibit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VuwQOXaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/5goUf1ISFEs/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VuwQOXaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/5goUf1ISFEs/s320/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340730101079104930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VuZxRYmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HQCzutS8bKk/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VuZxRYmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/HQCzutS8bKk/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340730095043699298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YItJhsCI/AAAAAAAAAr0/QPO52db52rU/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YISI6BCI/AAAAAAAAArs/lv0ROEWRO84/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YISI6BCI/AAAAAAAAArs/lv0ROEWRO84/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340732738695201826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our last port was San Francisco!! My favorite day on the cruise, by far. It was FILLED with fun. First stop = Alcatraz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YIJGer2I/AAAAAAAAArk/g93yLK51YWI/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YIJGer2I/AAAAAAAAArk/g93yLK51YWI/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340732736269102946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XV1H26sI/AAAAAAAAArU/vwjB-L_YfOc/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XVkLs3SI/AAAAAAAAArM/SIcijFkMokc/s1600-h/IMG_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XVkLs3SI/AAAAAAAAArM/SIcijFkMokc/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340731867365432610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XVPXlZLI/AAAAAAAAArE/NdGP0eVMF_U/s1600-h/IMG_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XVPXlZLI/AAAAAAAAArE/NdGP0eVMF_U/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340731861778130098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XUylFutI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2AMOA8yHENg/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XUylFutI/AAAAAAAAAq8/2AMOA8yHENg/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340731854050147026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XUiHPRnI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dNov7Zvsy48/s1600-h/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XUiHPRnI/AAAAAAAAAq0/dNov7Zvsy48/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340731849629976178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VtoNSPEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/z3n8C_28r18/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4XV1H26sI/AAAAAAAAArU/vwjB-L_YfOc/s320/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340731871912716994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YHiOxiZI/AAAAAAAAArc/K3mYxWDZNjg/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340732725834910098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Beautiful view from the boat on our way back from Alcatraz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YI-_RuVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/ucTo-vWzESo/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340732750734408018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The we ate lunch {Clam Chowder in Sourdough Bread Bowl ... what could be more SF than that?} at Fisherman's Warf, did some shopping and watch the Sea Lions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4YItJhsCI/AAAAAAAAAr0/QPO52db52rU/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340732745945559074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4Zpz6ZtNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/e3Z8XVN8rD0/s320/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734414208480466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With lots of time in San Fran, we took a Trolley Tour of the city and then took a taxi down Lombard Street and then over to Golden Gate Park where we explored the Japanese Garden and a Botanical Garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4ZqRXXvoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/HWfryLIEEKU/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734422114614914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4ZrJsFCoI/AAAAAAAAAsc/WBSslprJZJc/s320/Conservatory.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734437233855106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VtoNSPEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/z3n8C_28r18/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4VtoNSPEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/z3n8C_28r18/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UjyMPWSI/AAAAAAAAAp8/-A0vzriUaTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4ZqonGGtI/AAAAAAAAAsU/HyB_6St5tuQ/s320/IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340734428354583250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4ZqRXXvoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/HWfryLIEEKU/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4ZqRXXvoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/HWfryLIEEKU/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back on the ship, we headed up to the deck to enjoy the amazing SF skyline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the incredible path of our ship under the Golden Gate Bridge. Stunning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next stop in May's travelogue: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ALASKA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/33474458-5989890040137573173?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5989890040137573173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-roundup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5989890040137573173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5989890040137573173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation-roundup.html' title='Vacation Roundup'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Sh4UigmKqLI/AAAAAAAAApk/dpz94S4mBzA/s72-c/IMG_0934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7095172800658376480</id><published>2009-04-11T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:09:14.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;About this time&lt;/span&gt; every year throughout my childhood, Easter Eve, while my sister and I slept, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dreaming of jelly beans and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; white chocolate bunnies&lt;/span&gt;, my mother would be burning the midnight oil, sewing machine &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;whirring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; away for hours at a time rapidly trying to meet a Sunday morning deadline.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her two daughters needed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Easter Dresses&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing was going to prevent her little girls from looking their best in gingham, floral or stripped dresses. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amid dreams of Easter Bunny gifts and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;jelly bean&lt;/span&gt; hunts, Mom would come and nudge me awake and in my sleepy state I would gingerly try on the dresses in various stages of completion.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; "Watch the pins,"&lt;/span&gt; she would warn as I would pull the dress over my head, inevitably getting poked with a pin or two. Then returning to bed I would begin dreaming of the finished dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up Easter morning, after discovering the basket of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sweet loot&lt;/span&gt;, Mom would return to the sewing machine to finish the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hems, button holes, zippers&lt;/span&gt; and then affix the adornments of bows and buttons. New tights and shoes, possibly left by EB himself, would complete the outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to find the photos of these midnight clothing creations to post, but I remember a long, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;patchwork gingham&lt;/span&gt; dress in pinks, yellows and blues. Then there was the green &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sailor-style&lt;/span&gt; dropped waist dress with little red ladybugs in the pattern. Then even in junior high I remember a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;blue pin-stripped pinafore&lt;/span&gt; style dress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea just how many dresses Mom made through the years, but I know there were always two very excited girls &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;prancing and twirling&lt;/span&gt; their way into church each Easter Sunday! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thanks Mom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Easter to everyone! &lt;/span&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/33474458-7095172800658376480?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7095172800658376480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7095172800658376480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7095172800658376480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-eve.html' title='Easter Eve'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1584430349933505387</id><published>2009-03-26T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:48:48.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All for the love of vampires!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Scu_5Lvk-PI/AAAAAAAAApc/1LRCJM8Vqe0/s1600-h/63_Visiting_Teachers_Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317554774166796530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Scu_5Lvk-PI/AAAAAAAAApc/1LRCJM8Vqe0/s400/63_Visiting_Teachers_Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1584430349933505387?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1584430349933505387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-for-love-of-vampires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1584430349933505387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1584430349933505387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-for-love-of-vampires.html' title='All for the love of vampires!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Scu_5Lvk-PI/AAAAAAAAApc/1LRCJM8Vqe0/s72-c/63_Visiting_Teachers_Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3124991895285974296</id><published>2009-03-25T19:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:59:06.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh the pain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Last week&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;couldn't move my arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I didn't fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; and suffer some catastrophic double-arm break. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I didn't mangle&lt;/span&gt; them in some industrial accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;No, I hired a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;personal trainer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; is that after &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;5 days&lt;/span&gt;, I had finally regained my normal arm function ... only to relinquish the use of my legs to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;torturous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; lower body workout&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Never has pain and misery been so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;invigorating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33474458-3124991895285974296?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3124991895285974296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohhh-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3124991895285974296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3124991895285974296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohhh-pain.html' title='Ohhh the pain!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-198429926880839592</id><published>2009-02-09T20:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:15:03.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was a fabulous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl's Weekend&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt; flew in from Tacoma for a long weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fun started out with a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;delicious, decadent dinner&lt;/span&gt; at Cheesecake Factory, continued on to a day filled with shopping at Tai Pan and The Gateway and a laser U2 show at the Clark Planetarium. Oh, and don't forget a couple of Ben's Cookies and a sumptuous dinner a Biaggi's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The shopping&lt;/span&gt; continued on Saturday, this time in Park City at the outlets! That night we headed into Ogden for some great laughs at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WiseGuys&lt;/span&gt; comedy club. The bass-playing bald comedian who competed in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last Comic Standing&lt;/span&gt; was the headliner and he was freakin' hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;relaxing, rainy day&lt;/span&gt; with a great breakfast, a fun movie, delicious leftovers and a cookie-baking session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly it was three days full of all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt; Girl's Weekend elements -- shopping, eating, shopping, baking, movies and great laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thanks for all the fantastic memories, Alicia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2YlmKP0I/AAAAAAAAAos/irlk_ULdQ7c/s1600-h/P2060518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2YlmKP0I/AAAAAAAAAos/irlk_ULdQ7c/s400/P2060518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007663684534082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jenn and Alicia at The Gateway ... SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2ZuCr59I/AAAAAAAAApM/aQ7nSvgyX_o/s1600-h/Mars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2ZuCr59I/AAAAAAAAApM/aQ7nSvgyX_o/s400/Mars.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007683131533266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanging out on "Mars" at the Clark Planetarium&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2ZBAZanI/AAAAAAAAApE/jIj_hIZoCbM/s1600-h/P2070525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2ZBAZanI/AAAAAAAAApE/jIj_hIZoCbM/s400/P2070525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007671042337394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Park City ... enjoying the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2ZP7I2gI/AAAAAAAAAo8/BsSEoh7n-5g/s1600-h/P2070524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2ZP7I2gI/AAAAAAAAAo8/BsSEoh7n-5g/s400/P2070524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007675046812162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2Y4EtMHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PuNapuKTufw/s1600-h/P2070523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2Y4EtMHI/AAAAAAAAAo0/PuNapuKTufw/s400/P2070523.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301007668644491378" /&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/33474458-198429926880839592?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/198429926880839592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/198429926880839592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/198429926880839592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-weekend.html' title='Girl&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SZD2YlmKP0I/AAAAAAAAAos/irlk_ULdQ7c/s72-c/P2060518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1516579196739926335</id><published>2009-02-05T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:05:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>OK, this is hilarious! Can't wait to see this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="322" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.34"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=11662172&amp;amp;vid=4343200&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/i/bcst/videosearch/7059/78817293.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=11662172&amp;vid=4343200&amp;lang=en-us&amp;intl=us&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/i/bcst/videosearch/7059/78817293.jpeg&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/4343200/11662172"&gt;ICYMI - 10 Chick Flick Cliches That Are Not In "He's Just Not That Into You"&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1516579196739926335?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1516579196739926335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1516579196739926335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1516579196739926335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4975195704094175059</id><published>2009-02-02T18:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:17:11.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facelift</title><content type='html'>It was time. &lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about it for a while now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little nip here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little tweak there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of Botox there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't I look FABULOUS!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenn's Journa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; is so bright and refreshed with a whole new look! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to my sister in law, Juline! Who needs a plastic surgeon and thousands of dollars when you've got a creative family member!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Thanks Juline ... it looks fabulous!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/33474458-4975195704094175059?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4975195704094175059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/02/facelift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4975195704094175059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4975195704094175059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/02/facelift.html' title='Facelift'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5232474940825163979</id><published>2009-01-16T10:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:40:08.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkably Jane</title><content type='html'>Over the past few years my appreciation for all things Jane Austen has just continued to bloom. And last year was a pinnacle as all of her works were made and re-made into Masterpiece Theater movies! And then there was my indulgence in a Jane Austen doll I blogged about &lt;a href="http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/becoming-jane-austen.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have an even more significant reason to delight in all things Jane. I am the publicist for a great new spring book titled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gibbs-smith.com/productdetails.cfm?PC=2713"&gt;Remarkably Jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SXDFskGIjdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DI0adx-c0Ks/s1600-h/Remarkably-Jane-Cover-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291946931554651602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SXDFskGIjdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DI0adx-c0Ks/s200/Remarkably-Jane-Cover-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The author, an amazingly talented writer and editor, and great co-worker, has compiled dozens of quotes on this classic author. Some laude her as the greatest writer in history, while others still shake disagree with all the acclaim. In fact, one of the quotes is particularly hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every time I ready &lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; I want to dig her up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and hit her over the skull with her own shin-bone.&lt;br /&gt;-- Mark Twain,1898 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book launches in March and I hope you all rush out and get copies to send to your friends, family and fellow Janeites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5232474940825163979?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5232474940825163979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/01/remarkably-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5232474940825163979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5232474940825163979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2009/01/remarkably-jane.html' title='Remarkably Jane'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SXDFskGIjdI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DI0adx-c0Ks/s72-c/Remarkably-Jane-Cover-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3315442600816567911</id><published>2008-12-21T20:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:15:04.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogers</title><content type='html'>Lovely Christmas program in church today. Everyone dressed in their holiday best. One particularly adorable Nursery toddler dressed in a sparkly new skirt and sweater. Sitting on her mom's lap ... digging for gold! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the fascination with little noses? Why must little fingers venture upward? And then ... pulling out a "prize," quickly suck it up in one quick lick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe she's being environmentally conscious ... saving forests one Kleenex at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh ... the joys of childhood. &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/33474458-3315442600816567911?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3315442600816567911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/12/boogers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3315442600816567911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3315442600816567911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/12/boogers.html' title='Boogers'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3028186849177625650</id><published>2008-12-19T13:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:36:04.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbuck's Santa</title><content type='html'>I was at the Starbuck's drive thru yesterday morning, ready to hand my debit card over to the cashier when he startled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"High 5," he said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ummm, OK. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The lady in the car ahead of you wanted to wish you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Merry Christmas and your order is on her!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What? Are you serious?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yep ... enjoy your breakfast!" he said.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a simple, thoughtful act of service and giving during this holiday season. I had a grin a mile wide, shaking my head in disbelief and glee all the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? I'm officially inspired! Not only did that just brighten my day, but I now can't wait to do something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage each of you reading this to follow in Ms. Honda Pilot's generous footsteps and make someone's day with a small, simple act of kindness. And why not carry this into the New Year. Creatively wish someone a "Merry Monday" one of these days or "Happy Groundhog Day!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3028186849177625650?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3028186849177625650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/12/starbucks-santa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3028186849177625650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3028186849177625650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/12/starbucks-santa.html' title='Starbuck&apos;s Santa'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3642036070456515443</id><published>2008-11-12T14:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:41:33.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Three ... Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What are the last three things you purchased (aside from groceries)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Tile and scrapbook paper for craft projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Holiday scented candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Dinner at Bajio's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last three songs you downloaded to your iPod?&lt;br /&gt;* A remix of "Defying Gravity" from Wicked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* "Let it Rock" from Kevin Rudolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Newest Xtina Aguliera song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three of your favorite movies?&lt;br /&gt;* Addams Family Values&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Army of Darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three things you have not done yet?&lt;br /&gt;* Skydiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Played in the Atlantic Ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Gone snow skiing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three things you can't live without?&lt;br /&gt;* iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Propel water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Curel lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your three favorite dishes?&lt;br /&gt;* Lasagna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Lobster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Salad with everything on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three of your favorite tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;* Monk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Gray's Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The Office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three of your favorite desserts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Apple Crisp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Costco White Cake with Vanilla Mousse Filling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the last three places you traveled to that are more than 100 miles away?&lt;br /&gt;* St. George&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Seattle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* New Jersey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three things you'd buy if money weren't an issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Dyson Vacuum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* iMac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Acura TL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I now tag anyone who reads this. Share your top 3s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3642036070456515443?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3642036070456515443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-three-tagged.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3642036070456515443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3642036070456515443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-three-tagged.html' title='The Power of Three ... Tagged'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6350677754275641546</id><published>2008-11-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:36:40.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of the upcoming premiere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_alice.jpg" width="200" border ="0" height="300" alt="I'm a Alice! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=" Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="1"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6350677754275641546?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6350677754275641546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-honor-of-upcoming-premiere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6350677754275641546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6350677754275641546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-honor-of-upcoming-premiere.html' title='In honor of the upcoming premiere!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-2610325455683125737</id><published>2008-11-05T18:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:45:31.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SRJL4tZULTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2ZA-NMQtWtI/s1600-h/34870004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SRJL4tZULTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2ZA-NMQtWtI/s320/34870004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265354351980064050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Winter Bliss has begun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sipping on a Starbuck's Caramel Apple Cider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying on a new cozy sweater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love this time of year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-2610325455683125737?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/2610325455683125737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-joy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2610325455683125737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2610325455683125737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-joy.html' title='Winter Joy'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SRJL4tZULTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2ZA-NMQtWtI/s72-c/34870004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6649321569129698521</id><published>2008-10-26T20:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:30:52.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Flashback</title><content type='html'>Right after all my September travels, I had the chance to host my friend Naoko from Japan! She was in Utah for about 2 weeks and I was lucky enough to be one of her stops on her visit. It was so much fun to spend time visiting and catching up. I just wish it had been longer and that I didn't have to spend my days at work instead of hanging out with her! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While she was here, she, my roomie Angie and I took a trip to SLC to tour the Beehive House in the hopes of seeing a particular Sister Missionary. Vivian was one of the many great friends I met while I was in Tokyo, so it was so wonderful for both Naoko and I to see Vivian. It was a great reunion! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUnb9GZGwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-8jhmrXKmN0/s1600-h/Jenn,+Vivian+and+Naoko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUnb9GZGwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-8jhmrXKmN0/s320/Jenn,+Vivian+and+Naoko.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261655100863617794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUnbUcfQYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yAYmGN1VwBs/s1600-h/Jenn,+Angie+and+Naoko+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUnbUcfQYI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yAYmGN1VwBs/s320/Jenn,+Angie+and+Naoko+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261655089950441858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward we decided to grab a bite to eat at the Lion House. So tasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6649321569129698521?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6649321569129698521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/japanese-flashback.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6649321569129698521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6649321569129698521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/japanese-flashback.html' title='Japanese Flashback'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUnb9GZGwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-8jhmrXKmN0/s72-c/Jenn,+Vivian+and+Naoko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6162646497184520832</id><published>2008-10-26T19:26:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:22:20.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' my way through Wyoming!</title><content type='html'>In September I managed to travel to Wyoming twice for a couple of trade shows. While we did spend pretty some busy, and some not-so-busy days, in Wyoming, we did manage to have some fun! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first trip was to Jackson Hole. I haven't been there for years, but this town sure does hold some great memories for me! Lots of trips down the Snake River! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly and I had to get a few photos at some of the popular tourist locales. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUZsVb7qeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HC4pEpxS4xU/s1600-h/Jackson+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUZsVb7qeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HC4pEpxS4xU/s320/Jackson+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261639989111532002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUg6iRYu8I/AAAAAAAAAck/i0GRaIcPLe8/s1600-h/Jackson+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUg6iRYu8I/AAAAAAAAAck/i0GRaIcPLe8/s320/Jackson+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261647929656523714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kelly and I couldn't resist getting our photo under one of the the Antler Arches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On our way home we traveled through Bear Lake. So incredibly beautiful! I forgot just how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; that lake is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUlFQTo7_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/4F8VQI_xGdU/s1600-h/P9070005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUlFQTo7_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/4F8VQI_xGdU/s320/P9070005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261652511859208178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Jackson Hole, Jill and I traveled up through Yellowstone and then spend 5 days in Cody, Wyoming. It was my first visit to the cute, kinda sleepy town ... or so I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I mentioned to my parents that I'd be traveling to Cody for the first time, they both, in completely eerie unison, said ... "Oh, you've been there!"  Ummm, what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out, I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Cody, Wyoming. Ahhh ... now it all comes together! So that's why they almost named me Cody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUjaWjum6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/mJeJ_SkmCQk/s1600-h/Yellowstone+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUjaWjum6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/mJeJ_SkmCQk/s320/Yellowstone+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650675291298722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute Jill. This was her first trip to Yellowstone ... We should have spent more time! Sorry Jill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUjPfbvJTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RXmjE6laNKE/s1600-h/Yellowstone+2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUjPfbvJTI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RXmjE6laNKE/s320/Yellowstone+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650488695137586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6162646497184520832?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6162646497184520832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-trips.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6162646497184520832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6162646497184520832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-trips.html' title='Workin&apos; my way through Wyoming!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SQUZsVb7qeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HC4pEpxS4xU/s72-c/Jackson+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3846290703577118084</id><published>2008-10-22T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:41:24.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The case of the missing flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EDITOR'S NOTE: I wrote and posted this entry on Oct. 9 and, after reading it, realized I sounded pretty pathetic. But ... after some thought I've decided to re-post it. It was a pretty crazy story ... fitting for my crazy life! hehe And since this blog is about my life ... let the "crazies" be documented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I turned the ripe old age of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over the weekend! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I know, I know ... I don't look a day over 29. Thank you! You are too kind ... and so very right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having recently started dating a great&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago, I was excited for a possible delivery (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so a little birdie told me I would likely receive something&lt;/span&gt;) of a floral arrangement or gift of sorts to my office the Friday before the big birthday. Obvioulsy I was &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;over-the-moon giddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I was going to receive flowers for my big day. 35, afterall, is a pretty big landmark birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; the end of my day at work drew near, I began to realize there wasn't going to be a delivery in my future. Even though I was disappointed, I figured some sort of eventual surprise from this great guy would find me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the weekend in St. George with friends, I was apart from my crush but received an early morning birthday wish with a question about when I was coming home. Ahh&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, I thought, he's planning something for my return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly he sent me a message the next day telling me he actually did send me flowers and chocolates to my office on Friday! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What an incredible guy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But ... where did they go? Why didn't I get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Jennifer"&lt;/span&gt; out there enjoying the aroma and beauty of &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;flowers while munching on &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to that &lt;em&gt;Wannabe Jennifer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you are allergic to flowers and breakout from eating all that chocolate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3846290703577118084?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3846290703577118084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/case-of-missing-flowers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3846290703577118084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3846290703577118084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/case-of-missing-flowers.html' title='The case of the missing flowers'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-2026433886706130961</id><published>2008-10-22T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:27:08.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling all phone book companies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YellowPages. Local Book. Dex. Verizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phone book parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stop??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so incredibly sick of finding a new, hefty volume sitting in the driveway. In fact on Saturday I actually received TWO different phone books within about 20 minutes of each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a completely ridiculous waste of paper! And where in the world am I suppose to store all 12 phone books I've received in the last 3 weeks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if only there some way one could look up phone numbers digitally? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh Wait!&lt;/span&gt; There is ... &lt;a href="http://www.dexonline.com"&gt;Dexonline&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.yellowpages.com"&gt;Yellowpages.com&lt;/a&gt; and trusty 411 (even if you do have to pay for it). And ... I almost forgot ... 1-800-FREE411&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure hoping the parade has stopped! Although I'm sure the "festivities" will begin again in a short 6 months. Maybe I can find a way to take my house off the parade route! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-2026433886706130961?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/2026433886706130961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/calling-all-phone-book-companies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2026433886706130961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2026433886706130961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/calling-all-phone-book-companies.html' title='Calling all phone book companies'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-118517700043537463</id><published>2008-10-15T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:32:02.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new holiday I can't wait to celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;er I mean&lt;/span&gt; UNhappy, National Grouch Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SPY1CGDWpiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BLBqPCnOF3Y/s1600-h/Grouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257447925102323234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SPY1CGDWpiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BLBqPCnOF3Y/s320/Grouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a blog, actually dedicated to all things chocolate, and the blogger announced that Oct. 15 is National Grouch Day! And of course, her remedy is to medicate with chocolate -- Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to celebrate ... before indulging in some warm, gooey chocolate ... here are my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GROUCHES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for the day!&lt;br /&gt;* I have a sinus headache.&lt;br /&gt;* My face continues to breakout (no, I'm not going to blame chocolate!).&lt;br /&gt;* I haven't received nearly enough text messages lately.&lt;br /&gt;* I keep missing phone calls with my best friend in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;* Payday isn't for another week.&lt;br /&gt;* My roomie is thinking of moving out.&lt;br /&gt;* My sprained ankle from nearly 3 months ago still aches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your GROUCHES? How are you going to celebrate? We all should mark our calendars for this time next year and really have a great Grouchy Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar would be proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-118517700043537463?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/118517700043537463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-holiday-i-cant-wait-to-celebrate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/118517700043537463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/118517700043537463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-holiday-i-cant-wait-to-celebrate.html' title='A new holiday I can&apos;t wait to celebrate!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SPY1CGDWpiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/BLBqPCnOF3Y/s72-c/Grouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7938491241887652553</id><published>2008-10-07T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:39:43.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog worthy?</title><content type='html'>As a huge fan of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seinfield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I loved the episode where Elaine judges her dates for their "Sponge-Worthiness"... is this man worth the precious, nearly extinct form of contraception? As I recall, very very few men were ever deemed "Sponge Worthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn't a post about contraception! Rather, a quandary as to what in my life is actually &lt;strong&gt;Blog Worthy&lt;/strong&gt;. What minutia of my life is worthy of a comical, tragic or even heart-felt blog post? There are little things that strike me a humorous every day, but are they worth jotting down for blogosphere readers? Does anyone even really care? Does anyone even read this blog? Hmmmm, now maybe that is the real question here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people really care about my dating dramas ... and believe me there are a lot (Which boy I'm dating now? Old boyfriends and their excessive baggage -- no way that is EVER going to fit in the "overhead bin" of my life! Which online date had which disease, brain injury or other ailment?) Do people really care about what movies/plays/concerts I recently bought tickets to? Do people really want to hear me gush on about my adorable niece and nephew? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's simply a time for a revival of this blog. A renewed love for posting is in the near future, so stay tuned for more humor, photos, and quirky observations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7938491241887652553?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7938491241887652553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-worthy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7938491241887652553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7938491241887652553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-worthy.html' title='Blog worthy?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5695304951479932745</id><published>2008-09-21T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:29:17.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on hyperdrive!</title><content type='html'>The last 3 weeks have been a complete blur! A hilarious, grin-inducing, heartbeat-skipping, exhausting, invigorating, reality check, I've-seen-the-light, bucking for a job promotion incredible blur! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More posts to come soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5695304951479932745?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5695304951479932745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-on-hyperdrive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5695304951479932745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5695304951479932745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-on-hyperdrive.html' title='Life on hyperdrive!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4900779835858697117</id><published>2008-08-26T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:01:08.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go down to the OzDust Ballroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I just got home from a quick work trip to Los Angeles. I went there to sell cookbooks for one of my authors. Before all the cooking demonstrations and book selling, however, I managed to plan a trip to Pantages Theatre to see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was so incredible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I've always loved going to the theater and I've been so blessed to have many opportunities to watch amazing plays and musicals (Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bard.org"&gt;Utah Shakespearean Festiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bard.org"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;!) It's always such a joy to sit and watch a whole new world unfold through stunning scenery, powerful music, award-worthy acting and impressive dancing. From classic, much-loved productions like&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; "Les Miserables" &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Phantom of the Opera"&lt;/span&gt; to comical farces like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Servant of Two Masters"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Complete Wrks of Wllm. Shkspr (Abridged)," &lt;/span&gt;to little known powerful plays like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Stones in His Pockets"&lt;/span&gt; ... I have logged many an evening at the theater and that's not even mentioning all the Shakespearean productions! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And now I'm so excited to add &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Wicked"&lt;/span&gt; to my continually growing theater list. Here's a trailer for the touring production I thought I'd share. Check out the musical's website &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0m6sclZkH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0m6sclZkH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4900779835858697117?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4900779835858697117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-go-down-to-ozdust-ballroom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4900779835858697117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4900779835858697117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-go-down-to-ozdust-ballroom.html' title='Let&apos;s go down to the OzDust Ballroom'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1992372717450908480</id><published>2008-08-15T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:39:15.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some overdue credit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must apologize for my neglect in giving my talented, brilliant and fabulous sister in law Juline the much-deserved, much-appreciated credit for being the mastermind behind hanging all those great photos and pieces of art in my wonderful home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you, Juline! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your handiwork will be treasured for years to come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK ... am I out of the doghouse now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1992372717450908480?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1992372717450908480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-overdue-credit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1992372717450908480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1992372717450908480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-overdue-credit.html' title='Some overdue credit'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7519668556277516697</id><published>2008-08-06T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:46:06.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's fairy tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time a talented, vivacious, yet oh-so-klutzy 30something woman took a bit of a fall. Balancing on clicky heels isn't always an easy thing, after all. Stepping off a curb, her favorite kitten heel decided to slip, and down on the concrete she went, spraining her ankle in the process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wounded, but not broken this good-natured woman was quick to make fun of herself and her not-so-graceful spill. Sharing the story with a close friend, she was hoping to net a bit of sympathy ... fully knowing she would make this handsome guy laugh hysterically. And laugh he did ... first via email, then in person when the two met up one morning before work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After poking fun at her lack of grace, he offered a sweet farewell and trudged off to jump into his truck. Within a blink of an eye, (unfortunately while our fare damsel's back was turned) Sir Teases-a-Lot was lying in the road, Starbucks coffee spilled on the asphalt, a divot in the grass the apparent culprit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter our heroine ... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;KARMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm STILL laughing at how perfectly timed Karma can be! Luckily he wasn't too wounded ... His pride? Quite possibly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7519668556277516697?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7519668556277516697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-fairy-tale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7519668556277516697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7519668556277516697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-fairy-tale.html' title='Today&apos;s fairy tale'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1862390669584498313</id><published>2008-08-01T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:04:57.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Think, think, think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For some, great ideas are found in the boardroom. Others have sudden epiphanies. Still others hash out their discoveries over hours, days or even weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my ideas  are usually uncovered in ... the bathroom! OK, let me explain. I tend to sort out my thoughts, come up with ideas or work out problems while in the porcelain-filled room. Usually it's while shampooing my hair, but I'm not ashamed to admit I do some of my best thinking while sitting on the commode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to call it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bathroom Brilliance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1862390669584498313?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1862390669584498313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-think-think.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1862390669584498313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1862390669584498313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-think-think.html' title='Think, think, think...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1415838450337929768</id><published>2008-08-01T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:45:54.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Home Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's feeling more and more like HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here's a quick photo tour of my new abod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPJt-98zGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1kMf053EJ38/s1600-h/P8010454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPJt-98zGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1kMf053EJ38/s320/P8010454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229745384141409378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPJurokbnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tUNtXr-_NVI/s1600-h/P8010455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPJurokbnI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tUNtXr-_NVI/s320/P8010455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229745396131327602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPItLkmwnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7tAN2nG402w/s320/P8010458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229744270833271410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPIsu8xcXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SvWw7e4nEYE/s320/P8010461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229744263150006642" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPIrIMEOfI/AAAAAAAAAa8/8P_uuw22cuw/s320/P8010466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229744235565300210" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPIrg89JoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ajiwvlC8j5w/s320/P8010465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229744242212808322" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPIsTb1GFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/X2_LZjw9oGQ/s320/P8010463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229744255764076626" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1415838450337929768?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1415838450337929768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/online-home-tour.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1415838450337929768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1415838450337929768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/08/online-home-tour.html' title='Online Home Tour'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SJPJt-98zGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1kMf053EJ38/s72-c/P8010454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5109299651323020438</id><published>2008-07-10T07:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:33:43.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SIIIt9i70DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LKTb_rbXfUQ/s1600-h/198922366_1fc8775219_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SIIIt9i70DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LKTb_rbXfUQ/s400/198922366_1fc8775219_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224748103411421234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artwork hasn't been hung yet. The weeds aren't all pulled. Not all my furniture is put together. The boxes&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; still&lt;/span&gt; aren't aren't all unpacked. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I still have a ton of work left to do on my wonderful new home, I'm ready to party! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So it's housewarming time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Saturday, July 26 at 5 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I still have a week to do some more cleaning and decorating ... and luckily two of those days off work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're thinking you might be in the neighborhood next week,  give me a shout and I'll give you directions to my new pad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5109299651323020438?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5109299651323020438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5109299651323020438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5109299651323020438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SIIIt9i70DI/AAAAAAAAAaw/LKTb_rbXfUQ/s72-c/198922366_1fc8775219_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7234538342164839110</id><published>2008-06-26T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:00:22.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Zoo Zoobalee Zoo</title><content type='html'>Here's a TON of photos from a recent trip to Hogle Zoo. It is so amazing having Jeff, Juline, Adi and Kohen living so close! And my camera sure doesn't slow down whenever I'm around these adorable kids! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRse8bohbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/gTfOU7-TAL0/s1600-h/P6140410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRse8bohbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/gTfOU7-TAL0/s200/P6140410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216413547275781554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Loves her Hello Kitty shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsfD-IRLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3vPRGLc1-zA/s1600-h/P6140416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsfD-IRLI/AAAAAAAAAZw/3vPRGLc1-zA/s200/P6140416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216413549299516594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hanging with our long-necked friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsfdXpB5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/O9HsiG9pL6Y/s1600-h/P6140418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsfdXpB5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/O9HsiG9pL6Y/s200/P6140418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216413556117407634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsgFaUGBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VjDOhXQC4zM/s1600-h/P6140422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsgFaUGBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/VjDOhXQC4zM/s200/P6140422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216413566866036754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Look at that chubby boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsgqn6CFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-KZ17eBaOjg/s1600-h/P6140428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRsgqn6CFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-KZ17eBaOjg/s200/P6140428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216413576855160914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So beautifu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRt4-2sDdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gH7y6H6Xc7g/s1600-h/P6140432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRt4-2sDdI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gH7y6H6Xc7g/s200/P6140432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216415094114356690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRt5DKJ6CI/AAAAAAAAAaY/pc5XHSOvRls/s1600-h/P6140434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRt5DKJ6CI/AAAAAAAAAaY/pc5XHSOvRls/s200/P6140434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216415095269746722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRt5tvKz5I/AAAAAAAAAag/-dM7y1KuDJE/s1600-h/P6140438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRt5tvKz5I/AAAAAAAAAag/-dM7y1KuDJE/s200/P6140438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216415106699284370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7234538342164839110?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7234538342164839110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/zoo-zoo-zoobalee-zoo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7234538342164839110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7234538342164839110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/zoo-zoo-zoobalee-zoo.html' title='Zoo Zoo Zoobalee Zoo'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGRse8bohbI/AAAAAAAAAZo/gTfOU7-TAL0/s72-c/P6140410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-9030226204403676536</id><published>2008-06-24T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:44:28.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The next show on "Must-See TV"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've always thought most of the quirky, unbelievable, odd, hilarious, humiliating, ridiculous, painful, bizarre and even heart-breaking moments of my life would make a PERFECT sitcom ... Some situation that would be a classic Ross story from "Friends" or even an Elaine tale from "Seinfeld" (no ... I do NOT dance like her, thank heavens!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quick rundown of some classics in Jenn's life:&lt;br /&gt;* The &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peppermint Head doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ok, this is a lengthy story that is worth a whole post, but the quick version is this was a "Doll" adorned in starlight mints that a so-called boyfriend (I use that term VERY loosely) gave me for Valentine's Day. HORRIFYING!&lt;br /&gt;* Being &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;run over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (nearly knocked down) by a car while walking through the parking lot at work. And ... it was a hit and run!&lt;br /&gt;* Having my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home and car broken into&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a total of 3 times ... all within 1 year. The cell phone being the victim all 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fainting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a couple of times while working on stories for the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;* 3-inch-long &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; crawling through my hair while I slept.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; down the stairs (falling is a common occurrence in my life) and not only seriously bruising my fanny, but actually causing a deformity.&lt;br /&gt;* Being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;attacked by a cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exploding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; television sets.&lt;br /&gt;And the list could go on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGF4qA21GhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PeY6HmmsgNU/s1600-h/322062_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215582506651556370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGF4qA21GhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PeY6HmmsgNU/s200/322062_f520.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently reminded of a &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CLASSIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;moment in the dating realm of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online dating has never been that big of a deal for me. Maybe I’m a little too trusting. Maybe I’m a tad naïve. Maybe I’m overly hopeful. At any rate, I have had many a date where we “met” online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable, and actually one of my first, online dates was with a guy we’ll call “Jackson”. After emailing back and forth, texting and talking on the phone for several weeks, we decided to meet up for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, who thinks himself quite the clever comedian and prank-instigator, mentioned how humorous it would be to spook this blind date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ask him if he has experience with wheelchairs,” he said with a devious grin. “And then tell him you’re going to need help getting from your car to the restaurant.” Knowing full well teasing this unsuspecting guy and making him think I’m wheelchair-bound would not be nice, I of course kept Dad’s idea to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-day arrived and I met Jackson at the restaurant and everything went smoothly. Conversation was quite comfortable. In fact, it felt so comfortable I decided to relate my dad’s prankster idea, laughing near-hysterically as I told the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Actually,” Jackson began … “my daughter is in a wheelchair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh My GOSH!&lt;/span&gt; I was so embarrassed, mortified, floored and shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Dad doesn’t get involved in the “planning” of my online or blind dates anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-9030226204403676536?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/9030226204403676536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/next-show-on-must-see-tv.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/9030226204403676536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/9030226204403676536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/next-show-on-must-see-tv.html' title='The next show on &quot;Must-See TV&quot;?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SGF4qA21GhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PeY6HmmsgNU/s72-c/322062_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1279401555099516509</id><published>2008-06-19T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:43:15.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Promise...</title><content type='html'>I hereby promise to post more regularly on this blog!&lt;br /&gt;I hereby also promise to visit and comment on my friends' blogs more regularly as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that said ... here's a taste of what is in store for the next few days!&lt;br /&gt;* Author Signing Starvation&lt;br /&gt;* Zoo-tastic&lt;br /&gt;* Making a "Spectacle" of myself&lt;br /&gt;* And whatever other photos, observances, stories, embarassing moments or other blog fodder I can come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1279401555099516509?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1279401555099516509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/posting-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1279401555099516509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1279401555099516509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/posting-promise.html' title='Posting Promise...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6508175462105367519</id><published>2008-06-19T16:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:37:48.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the simple things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SFreeQJnA7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/J3kUXPN_pfU/s1600-h/anne_taintor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213724129947485106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SFreeQJnA7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/J3kUXPN_pfU/s400/anne_taintor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A load of laundry these days really does make me feel like all of my dreams have come true, namely ... no more LAUNDROMAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hefting, hauling, dragging, hoisting or wheeling loads of laundry through the courtyard of an apartment complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more scrounging for every spare quarter I can find and begging the people at Wal-Mart to exchange a $10 or $20 into the precious coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more running back and forth to switch loads and trying to time it just right so no one would steal my undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my OWN washer and dryer in my OWN laundry room a mere 12 steps (or so, not that I've counted) from my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many amazing things about home-ownership, but this is one I suffered a whole year of Laundromat hell for. And boy have I enjoyed every load these past few weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6508175462105367519?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6508175462105367519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-simple-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6508175462105367519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6508175462105367519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-simple-things.html' title='It&apos;s the simple things...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SFreeQJnA7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/J3kUXPN_pfU/s72-c/anne_taintor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7835524682499420676</id><published>2008-05-30T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:32:12.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the lack of posts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No running water.&lt;br /&gt;Broken garage door openers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boxes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Delayed Comcast installation.&lt;br /&gt;Stinky refrigerators.&lt;br /&gt;Dusty furniture.&lt;br /&gt;Piles of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replacement sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;Couches too small for the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;Umpteen loads of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd bruises.&lt;br /&gt;Sore arms and shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Broken sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;boxes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh ... the joys of home ownership!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7835524682499420676?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7835524682499420676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-lack-of-posts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7835524682499420676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7835524682499420676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-lack-of-posts.html' title='Why the lack of posts?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3871052670975814494</id><published>2008-05-13T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:59:08.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google is so cool!</title><content type='html'>I've found a great tool and I thought I would share it with my fellow bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;It's called Google Analytics. Check it out! Sign up and get the html code to add to your blog and then you can track exactly how many people visit your site! And ... you can find out where those people live, too! It's pretty fun. Oh, and I'm now a huge fan of Google Reader, too. Pretty easy way to keep tabs on all my favorite blog sites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3871052670975814494?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3871052670975814494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/google-is-so-cool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3871052670975814494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3871052670975814494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/google-is-so-cool.html' title='Google is so cool!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1688224037671069720</id><published>2008-05-08T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:07:24.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXk3ICrg5gA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXk3ICrg5gA&amp;hl=en" 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/33474458-1688224037671069720?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1688224037671069720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/twilight-trailer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1688224037671069720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1688224037671069720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/twilight-trailer.html' title='Twilight Trailer'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7422955080281700284</id><published>2008-05-04T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:03:33.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamping</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, my latest obsession. Not really a new obsession ... just a bit renewed, re-ignited. It originally began with  Buffy and Angel a few years ago, but now the obsession has evolved. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, the vamps are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mick St. John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just something about these brooding, brawny, blood-suckers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with another "Twilight" book coming this fall, the movie a few months later and a new series of "Moonlight" on the horizon, the vamping will continue. And then there's that copy of "The Historian" sitting on my shelf waiting to be read as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Long live the Immortals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SB5kMcSnkOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/AachT47GXlw/s1600-h/moonlight.jpb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SB5kMcSnkOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/AachT47GXlw/s200/moonlight.jpb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196701184947622114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SB5pscSnkQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/daDJnFwTCIE/s1600-h/twilightposteryw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SB5pscSnkQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/daDJnFwTCIE/s200/twilightposteryw2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196707232261574914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7422955080281700284?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7422955080281700284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/vamping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7422955080281700284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7422955080281700284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/05/vamping.html' title='Vamping'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SB5kMcSnkOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/AachT47GXlw/s72-c/moonlight.jpb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4563879407634305160</id><published>2008-04-29T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:31:34.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The "M" Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mortgage, that is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some photos of my soon-to-be "ball and chain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's in Clearfield and I should close (fingers crossed) May 15 or so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHB8SnkFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zC0eOU4s0Tg/s1600-h/P4250399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHB8SnkFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zC0eOU4s0Tg/s400/P4250399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194839531373170770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The front of the house. (I neglected to get a "full-body" shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfJSsSnkLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qvbC-cWPxPY/s1600-h/P4250387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfJSsSnkLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qvbC-cWPxPY/s400/P4250387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194842018159235250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front room (paint is actually a beautiful dark green).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfJS8SnkMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RHJXtjXI4-I/s1600-h/P4250384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfJS8SnkMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RHJXtjXI4-I/s400/P4250384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194842022454202562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfJTsSnkNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ACYNUbVUAkE/s1600-h/P4250385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfJTsSnkNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ACYNUbVUAkE/s400/P4250385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194842035339104466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family room (kitchen, dining and family room part of a great room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHCcSnkGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TcaDGhlQ6t8/s1600-h/P4250397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHCcSnkGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TcaDGhlQ6t8/s400/P4250397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194839539963105378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Backyard complete with a swingset and playhouse for Adi! The patio also has stamped concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHC8SnkHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jz3uygpfeHM/s1600-h/P4250394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHC8SnkHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jz3uygpfeHM/s400/P4250394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194839548553039986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHDcSnkII/AAAAAAAAAYI/rTdPs4DV5C0/s1600-h/P4250393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHDcSnkII/AAAAAAAAAYI/rTdPs4DV5C0/s400/P4250393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194839557142974594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Master bedroom. Those "nobs" are actually little reading lights! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4563879407634305160?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4563879407634305160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/m-word.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4563879407634305160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4563879407634305160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/m-word.html' title='The &quot;M&quot; Word'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBfHB8SnkFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zC0eOU4s0Tg/s72-c/P4250399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7266452181634919364</id><published>2008-04-17T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:38:14.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GOAL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBP_3sSnkEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Dl-T9eRLKXY/s1600-h/goal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBP_3sSnkEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Dl-T9eRLKXY/s400/goal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193776127535452226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A training session at work a few weeks ago concluded with a challenge: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;List 101 Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There were no limits, no boundaries. It was no easy task, but I managed to create a full list! I thought it was completely cathartic and certainly fun to dream up a string of possibilities. Here are a few, some legit while others a bit more frivolous:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Exercise more regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Pay off my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Buy a house (DONE!! Post on that coming up next) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Go skydiving, hopefully for my 35th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Return to Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Fly first class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Be on the Ellen Degeneres Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* See the musical "Wicked"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Take singing lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Read 100 books in a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Become a Senior Publicist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Launch my own Public Relations company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Cut my hair for Locks For Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Travel to Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Visit the Louvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Write a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Take piano lessons again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Learn to swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ... the list goes on and on. So I hereby challenge all of you to come up with your own 101 Goals! See where your wishes, dreams, desires and ambitions take you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tell me your top 5, you might inspire me to add even more to my list! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7266452181634919364?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7266452181634919364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/goal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7266452181634919364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7266452181634919364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/goal.html' title='GOAL!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SBP_3sSnkEI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Dl-T9eRLKXY/s72-c/goal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-861788000282410968</id><published>2008-04-17T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:50:50.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fowl Meeting</title><content type='html'>Every morning on my drive to work, when I don't detour to Starbucks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I'm a sucker for the chai tea latte!)&lt;/span&gt;, I drive pass the Layton City Park, aka the Duck Park. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the water is actually a lovely walk deep into the park and not near the street, but one morning as I was driving by, I noticed a flurry of fowl, a gaggle of geese, a myriad of mallards.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It appeared to me like Mr. I-Once-Was-An-Ugly-Duckling GooseNeck had called a meeting of all the feathered inhabitants to discuss the severe stale bread short&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;age (this was during the cold winter months, afterall)&lt;/span&gt;. It was either that, or the city park officials had rustled up the crew and herded them away from their watery home. A little Pre-Spring Cleaning perhaps? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, over the ensuing weeks, I've realized this is a regular gathering. Clearly there must be a very important aviary revolt about to surface. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You've been warned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33474458-861788000282410968?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/861788000282410968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/fowl-meeting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/861788000282410968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/861788000282410968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/fowl-meeting.html' title='A Fowl Meeting'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5847804451528134068</id><published>2008-04-08T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:02:40.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 things I can't live without...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was just flipping through a magazine and saw this "12 Things" feature and thought it might make a fun blog entry (since my life is pretty dull, I'm always looking for interesting stuff to blog about). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes... (in no particular order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Magnetic Dry Erase Boards: First off, I love to write things down and then be able to wipe them off when I complete them! Then I have this amazing, growing collection of magnets and I gotta put them somewhere, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Napolean Dynamite talking doll: I LOVE this doll! He says 17 phrases from the movie! GOSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. KitchenAid Mixer in Emerald Green: Not only does it help make the best homemade bread ever, but it's stylish, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Digital Camera: I would never have started this blog without it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Weight Watchers meals and snacks (where the points are already configured): A scale-saver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. iPod ... and my general music collection: Has revolutionized my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Other electronics stuff ... laptop, iHome alarm clock radio/iPod dock, cell phone: They have all become like additional appendages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Lotion: Dry climate = Need for vats of lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. TiVo: Again, has revolutionized my life. Enhances my couch potato-ness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pilot G-2 gel pens, black ink, medium point: I love these pens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Notebooks: Gives me a place to use those gel pens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Memory foam mattress topper: Sleeping on a hideabed for the past few months ... well, it's a God-send!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5847804451528134068?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5847804451528134068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/12-things-i-cant-live-without.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5847804451528134068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5847804451528134068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/12-things-i-cant-live-without.html' title='12 things I can&apos;t live without...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5067448016011498297</id><published>2008-04-01T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:21:46.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jersey-ites in Utah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here are some great photos from the past week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L7rVio70I/AAAAAAAAAV8/X9bG24jA7Iw/s1600-h/P3220336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184482842992242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L7rVio70I/AAAAAAAAAV8/X9bG24jA7Iw/s400/P3220336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Adi LOVED her tent ... she asked for it nearly every day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L721io71I/AAAAAAAAAWE/xlMx2x8Ykc8/s1600-h/P3220338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184483040560738130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L721io71I/AAAAAAAAAWE/xlMx2x8Ykc8/s400/P3220338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Such a silly girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L86Vio72I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jcbaxfMhfjs/s1600-h/P3220342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184484200201908066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L86Vio72I/AAAAAAAAAWM/jcbaxfMhfjs/s400/P3220342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Easter Bunny found Adi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L9fVio74I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_s7f6D0J7tI/s1600-h/P3220346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184484835857067906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L9fVio74I/AAAAAAAAAWc/_s7f6D0J7tI/s400/P3220346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;She got a new Easter dress, hat, purse ... man that Bunny has got some style! And ... she got not one, but TWO new babies! A sleepy baby (above) and the "BIG Baby" (in the background)! What a generous Easter Bunny!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-zVio75I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0Ia9-sof4iM/s1600-h/P3220348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486278966079378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-zVio75I/AAAAAAAAAWk/0Ia9-sof4iM/s400/P3220348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Did the Easter Bunny bring Guitar Hero?? Nope ... it was Jeff's two generous sisters spoiling him on his 30th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-0Vio77I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3bIpgPAnKHQ/s1600-h/P3230352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486296145948594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-0Vio77I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3bIpgPAnKHQ/s400/P3230352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dressed in their Easter Sunday best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-01io78I/AAAAAAAAAW8/iHGRXG722-8/s1600-h/P3290354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486304735883202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-01io78I/AAAAAAAAAW8/iHGRXG722-8/s400/P3290354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kohen was all dressed in a pin-striped suit for his uncle Jarett's wedding. Here he's enjoying some "Wind, Wind, Wind the Thread" with Grandma Beth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-1Fio79I/AAAAAAAAAXE/OtXzkmZRb2s/s1600-h/P3290356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486309030850514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L-1Fio79I/AAAAAAAAAXE/OtXzkmZRb2s/s400/P3290356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just can't resist those cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L_O1io7_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/SAp_5hvgQKw/s1600-h/P3290362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486751412482034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L_O1io7_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/SAp_5hvgQKw/s400/P3290362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Daddy's Girl for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L_OVio7-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/EcqHtM1RfsA/s1600-h/P3290359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184486742822547426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L_OVio7-I/AAAAAAAAAXM/EcqHtM1RfsA/s400/P3290359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kohen LOVES his Aunt Jenn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I can't wait for these guys to move back to Utah!! Next month Jeff, Juline, Adi and Kohen will be Utahns once again!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33474458-5067448016011498297?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5067448016011498297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-jersey-ites-in-utah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5067448016011498297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5067448016011498297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-jersey-ites-in-utah.html' title='New Jersey-ites in Utah!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L7rVio70I/AAAAAAAAAV8/X9bG24jA7Iw/s72-c/P3220336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-2161176485390532352</id><published>2008-04-01T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:19:05.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L7IVio7zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Fi4M9JiDNAE/s1600-h/P3220332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L7IVio7zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Fi4M9JiDNAE/s400/P3220332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184482241696821042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff turned the big 3-0 while in Utah and Juline and I conspired together to throw him a surprise birthday party at ABC Mandarin in Roy! He was totally surprised!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-2161176485390532352?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/2161176485390532352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2161176485390532352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2161176485390532352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R_L7IVio7zI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Fi4M9JiDNAE/s72-c/P3220332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-8463623343317378307</id><published>2008-03-20T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:28:39.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush with Fame in Chi Town</title><content type='html'>I just got home from Chicago earlier this week for a work trip manning the Gibbs Smith booth at the International Home and Housewares trade show. This show was HUGE! The Today Show was even broadcasting live featuring all the latest in home and kitchen gadgets. It was fun to see all the latest in peelers, pans, cutlery and even water bottles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Grand Dame of Southern Cooking, Ms. Paula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deen&lt;/span&gt; (make sure to say that with a sweet southern drawl), was one of several Celebrity chef guest speakers. Paula was scheduled to speak at 7:30 a.m. Sunday and for a brief moment I thought it would be fun to go see her, but ... that's awfully early to wake up for a lecture, even if it is the Queen of Butter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we had set up the booth Sunday morning, I got word that Paula was actually signing autographs at her booth, just down from ours! So I ran down, completely unprepared for this celeb siting. Just as I turned the corner and saw her stunning, perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coifed&lt;/span&gt; silver mane, I turned on my heel and ran back to grab my camera! But what was I going to have her sign? I asked if they were selling copies of her cookbook at the booth, but was out of luck! So I had to setting for a signature on expo badge. Pretty good memento of the event, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with a signature on my badge, a fun conversation about her beautiful hair and a couple of snapshots, I still wasn't quite ready to completely say goodbye to Paula. Her publicist, however, shuffled us all along our way, so my visit was cut short. BUT... my boss later informed me that there was a booth selling her books! Not wanting to miss her, I RAN to the booth, quickly paid for the book and jumped in the Meet-and-Greet line once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Paula was signing my books, her other publicist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt;, commented on how beautiful my smile was. "Don't you think she as a beautiful smile, Paula?" she said. "Well, yes she does!" Paula enthused in her sweet drawl. "Well, Paula brings it out in me," I said with a grin. (Doesn't hurt to schmooze any way you can, right?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, even though my visit to Chicago was fun, the food amazing and the trade show was pretty enjoyable, nothing could quite hold a candle to meeting Paula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Deen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R-cCrlio7yI/AAAAAAAAAVs/auyauabZ9EI/s400/P3150323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181112844148076322" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-8463623343317378307?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/8463623343317378307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/brush-with-fame-in-chi-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8463623343317378307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8463623343317378307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/brush-with-fame-in-chi-town.html' title='Brush with Fame in Chi Town'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R-cCrlio7yI/AAAAAAAAAVs/auyauabZ9EI/s72-c/P3150323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-580717554299690377</id><published>2008-03-11T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:02:39.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Doing a bit of online research at work today, I was looking through the program listing for satellite radio stations -- '80s, '70s, Top 40 and more ... But then I saw it ... my personal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;radio hell...&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R9dHJJ3BA5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/uR2AmCbPadA/s200/151559__springsteen_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176684519276741522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/7 Bruce Springsteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know, I know, I know ...  he's THE BOSS. He's Mr. New Jersey. He's the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; greatest ... blah blah blah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have NEVER been able to tolerate Bruce's music and I don't understand why he manages to get so much press when he goes on tour, cuts a new album, etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So the idea of a 24/7 Springsteen radio station would be the worst form of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; torture for me. Forget Chinese water torture, thumbscrews, "The Rack." I will divulge the deepest of secrets hearing the first few notes of "Born in the USA." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are a few other groups and individual musicians who rank pretty high up there (Don't get me started on the lack of originality in ALL of Nickelback's songs or the elementary school lyrics of Sheryl Crow's tunes), but Bruce tops my Radio Hell list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is your least favorite band/musical artist?&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/33474458-580717554299690377?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/580717554299690377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-hell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/580717554299690377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/580717554299690377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/music-hell.html' title='My personal Hell'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R9dHJJ3BA5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/uR2AmCbPadA/s72-c/151559__springsteen_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-573524121217775542</id><published>2008-03-08T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:24:37.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Apparently that's who I am now ... the other woman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Let me explain: About 6 weeks ago I went out with a guy from Bountiful. Twice divorced with 3 kids, I knew it wasn't going to go very far. We did have fun though and so I hung out with him 2 more times over the next 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It had been a while since I'd seen him, but we exchanged text messages and he called on several occasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Reality comically smacked me upside the head the other night when I got a phone call from "Rachel" ... this guy's GIRLFRIEND!  She asked if "Paolo" was with me. Nope! Apparently, these two have been dating for a year, broke up but had re-committed to the relationship 6 weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Long story short ... Rachel was told I was the "WE WERE ON A BREAK" girl ... when in fact he was two-timing her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I really hope, for this gal's sake, that she gets a clue and dumps this idiot of a guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As for me, I'm still shaking my head, laughing in disbelief.&lt;/span&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/33474458-573524121217775542?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/573524121217775542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-woman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/573524121217775542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/573524121217775542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-woman.html' title='The Other Woman!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-854555331008111620</id><published>2008-03-04T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:52:21.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relationship aisle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While killing some time&lt;/span&gt; before meeting up with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blind date&lt;/span&gt; the other night, I decided to wander the aisles of the local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. The store was pretty crowded, but I noticed, as I wandered down the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Relationship"&lt;/span&gt; aisle that it was quite a popular hot spot in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a good giggle out of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;middle-aged married couple&lt;/span&gt; perusing the books, apparently in search of a recommended title.  And while I was checking out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why Men Love Bitches,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands"&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Cuddle-sutra,"&lt;/span&gt; I noticed a few attractive men pouring over a few tomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt; Maybe I need to start hanging out at B&amp;amp;N more often. Could there be a possible relationship waiting for me in the Relationship aisle? Is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr. Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all caught up on his&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Relationships 101"&lt;/span&gt; reading and ready to advance on to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mars and Venus in the Bedroom"&lt;/span&gt; and ready to speak the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Five Love Languages"&lt;/span&gt; to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not, but in the meantime I can get a refresher on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Dating for Dummies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-854555331008111620?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/854555331008111620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/relationship-aisle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/854555331008111620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/854555331008111620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/relationship-aisle.html' title='The Relationship aisle?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4963861739525258093</id><published>2008-03-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:43:54.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Cousin Party!</title><content type='html'>The annual tradition continues! This time, however, the usually Christmas-time party was held Feb. 23. A little President's Day celebration this year. Great fun to see everyone! (apologies if I misspell names!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger and Marsha hosted the group of about 40. We all enjoyed a potato and salad bar and cheesecake for dessert. A little entertainment from Robert Callen, with a featured duet with Andy Martin and an array of Japanese goodies from Linda wrapped up the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84bcD1swhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Cc9a7I70Egs/s1600-h/P2230316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84bcD1swhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Cc9a7I70Egs/s320/P2230316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174103190776103442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The McCartys: Becky, her new husband Ryan, Katie and Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84bPD1swgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QVysBEnDBpw/s1600-h/P2230315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84bPD1swgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QVysBEnDBpw/s320/P2230315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174102967437804034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karalee, Jason, Andy and wife Naomi and Marsha (host of the party) in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84a7D1swfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/52zmnwz3euY/s1600-h/P2230314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84a7D1swfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/52zmnwz3euY/s320/P2230314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174102623840420338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karalee, Allen and Georgie's granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84awj1sweI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ML333nafu8A/s1600-h/P2230312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84awj1sweI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ML333nafu8A/s320/P2230312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174102443451793890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Georgie and Karalee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84ahT1swdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cwQzeqs3zdo/s1600-h/P2230310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84ahT1swdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cwQzeqs3zdo/s320/P2230310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174102181458788818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naomi and a crazy wooden "cockroach" from Aunt Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84aGz1swcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wp2_M-eu-2E/s1600-h/P2230309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84aGz1swcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/wp2_M-eu-2E/s320/P2230309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174101726192255426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah Callen, BYU freshman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84Zmj1swbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/iKoTSFsTr1I/s1600-h/P2230308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84Zmj1swbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/iKoTSFsTr1I/s320/P2230308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174101172141474226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pregnant Jenny, her 2-year-old Adam and husband Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84ZXj1swaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b8e8SMXTXOc/s1600-h/P2230306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84ZXj1swaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b8e8SMXTXOc/s320/P2230306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100914443436450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Callie and Jacob playing with Japanese fans from Aunt Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84ZKD1swZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XR7U2foC1gc/s1600-h/P2230305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84ZKD1swZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XR7U2foC1gc/s320/P2230305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174100682515202450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Callie playing coy with her Japanese fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4963861739525258093?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4963861739525258093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/may-cousin-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4963861739525258093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4963861739525258093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/03/may-cousin-party.html' title='May Cousin Party!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R84bcD1swhI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Cc9a7I70Egs/s72-c/P2230316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6191479403975226234</id><published>2008-02-24T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:14:27.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working life...</title><content type='html'>... means no blog entries, obviously. Sorry! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a couple of pretty fun weekends and I actually have some photos to post! So, consider this a preview of events to come! Or it could also be a warning, too ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Coming soon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* St. George Parade of Homes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* May Family Cousin Party!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and there might be a photo of my mom and her stylish sling!! She fell on the ice last week and broke her elbow! &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/33474458-6191479403975226234?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6191479403975226234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/working-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6191479403975226234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6191479403975226234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/working-life.html' title='Working life...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3112381902676984278</id><published>2008-02-06T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:58:39.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Cookie!</title><content type='html'>I love peanut butter cookies and I found this amazingly decadent, over-the-top, rich and gooey version while watching Studio 5 on KSL (there really is some value to daytime TV!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6pXRDkNWeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zy8HDHTrCBo/s1600-h/Peanut+Butter+Sandwich+Cookies+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6pXRDkNWeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zy8HDHTrCBo/s320/Peanut+Butter+Sandwich+Cookies+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164035873260263906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Peanut Butter Sandwich Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;(a recipe selected as part of the Pillsbury Bake-off by Kerry Edwards, Utah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2    packages (8 oz each) cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup JIF® Creamy Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;2    tablespoons honey&lt;br /&gt;1    cup Domino® or C&amp;amp;H® Confectioner Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1    roll (16.5 oz) Pillsbury® Create ‘n Bake® refrigerated peanut butter cookies&lt;br /&gt;3/4 to 1 cup Fisher® Honey Roasted Dry Roasted Peanuts, coarsely chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In large bowl, beat cream cheese, peanut butter and honey with electric mixer on medium speed until smooth. Add powdered sugar; beat just until smooth. Cover; refrigerate at least 1 hour while baking and cooling cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Heat oven to 350°F. Make cookies as directed on package. Cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Spread 1/3 cup cream cheese mixture on bottom of 1 cookie; top with another cookie, bottom side down. Press cookies together slightly so cream cheese mixture just extends past edges of cookies. Roll edge of cream cheese mixture in chopped peanuts to generously coat. Repeat with remaining cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Serve immediately, or store in single layer tightly covered in refrigerator up to 4 hours (cookies stored longer become very soft).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6pW8DkNWdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pb0KBQxLFrk/s1600-h/Peanut+Butter+cookies+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6pW8DkNWdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pb0KBQxLFrk/s320/Peanut+Butter+cookies+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164035512483011026" 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/33474458-3112381902676984278?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3112381902676984278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/c-is-for-cookie.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3112381902676984278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3112381902676984278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/c-is-for-cookie.html' title='C is for Cookie!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6pXRDkNWeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Zy8HDHTrCBo/s72-c/Peanut+Butter+Sandwich+Cookies+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6610043715271461451</id><published>2008-02-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:29:10.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed No More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break out the party hats and balloons! Jennifer has found a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JOB! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting tomorrow I will be a publicist at &lt;a href="http://www.gibbs-smith.com/"&gt;Gibbs-Smith Publishing&lt;/a&gt; ... a book publisher in neighboring Kaysville. They are known for their cookbooks, architecture, coffee table and childrens' books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only overjoyed with the idea of breaking into this new career field, but also can't believe I lucked out to find a job with virtually no commute! I'm less then 10 minutes from the office now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Resolution No. 1 for 2008 ... ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6610043715271461451?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6610043715271461451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/unemployed-no-more.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6610043715271461451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6610043715271461451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/unemployed-no-more.html' title='Unemployed No More!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7062529714715888918</id><published>2008-02-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:53:00.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pounding the pavement</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been more than 3 months now that I have been an unemployed, yet enormously happy, bum! Although I don't have any job offers yet, in the past 3 weeks I've had four really great interviews, so a job could be on the horizon! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm now completely updated on all my daytime dramas. Did you know that Adrienne was back on "Days of Our Lives"? I caught that yesterday and was totally surprised! The original actress, who had been on Days as Mimi's mom (I think), is now back with a new die job and classic emotional Adrienne personality. WAIT WAIT WAIT ... what am I talking about!! UGH! "Days of Our Lives"? I REALLY need a job! And FAST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NEfjkNWZI/AAAAAAAAATk/j_eUqo9D9_E/s1600-h/rhan431l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NEfjkNWZI/AAAAAAAAATk/j_eUqo9D9_E/s400/rhan431l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162044906810464658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so other than TV, I've also been shoveling the FEET of snow we keep getting. Seriously today was our THIRD storm this week!! I said I wanted to come back to Utah and enjoy the snow and winter months, but really?? This is a bit much I think! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm not pounding the pavement or shoveling the pavement I've managed to find a few craft projects here and there. And I've decided it's all about vinyl lettering! I feel so domestic!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out how cute they are! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NNKTkNWcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fmO0lhM0voA/s1600-h/P13103301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NNKTkNWcI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fmO0lhM0voA/s400/P13103301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162054437342894530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NMfjkNWbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2xv7GLtA9-w/s1600-h/P1310328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NMfjkNWbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2xv7GLtA9-w/s400/P1310328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162053702903486898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NMGDkNWaI/AAAAAAAAATs/QO2UjvUMnBE/s1600-h/living+christ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NMGDkNWaI/AAAAAAAAATs/QO2UjvUMnBE/s400/living+christ.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162053264816822690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7062529714715888918?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7062529714715888918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/pounding-pavement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7062529714715888918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7062529714715888918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/02/pounding-pavement.html' title='Pounding the pavement'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R6NEfjkNWZI/AAAAAAAAATk/j_eUqo9D9_E/s72-c/rhan431l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1496966547962875967</id><published>2008-01-24T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:25:34.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Jane Austen</title><content type='html'>A devoted, yet somewhat uneducated fan of all things Jane Austen, I have been engrossing myself in her world of high society romance each Sunday night! Masterpiece Theater, on PBS, has been airing all of Jane's classics starting with all-new versions of the lesser-known books-turned-films.  So far I've enjoyed "Persuasion" and "Northanger Abbey" and this week is "Mansfield Park." Between now and this Sunday, I think I'll have to go rent "The Jane Austen Book Club" and then catch "Becoming Jane" at the dollar theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I stumbled onto &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.publicvideostore.org/category/show/3757?gclid=CJi2hY6XkJECFQibggod-Q0iFg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site where you can buy all the movies, books and even this totally great book: "Jane Austen Handbook : A Sensible Yet Elegant Guide to Her World" that also comes with ... get this ... A JANE AUSTEN ACTION FIGURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the little blurb: For all &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5k2zzkNWYI/AAAAAAAAASc/R5vQDSCUouw/s1600-h/30939-78.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5k2zzkNWYI/AAAAAAAAASc/R5vQDSCUouw/s400/30939-78.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159215111772920194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those readers who dream about living in Regency England, The Jane Austen Handbook offers step-by-step instructions for proper comportment in the early nineteenth century. You'll discover:&lt;br /&gt;How to Become an Accomplished Lady&lt;br /&gt;How to Run a Great House&lt;br /&gt;How to Indicate Interest in a Gentleman Without Seeming Forward&lt;br /&gt;How to Throw a Dinner Party&lt;br /&gt;How to Choose and Buy Clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to be able to resist this! So cute!!&lt;br /&gt;Now ... where can I get a MR. DARCY action figure??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1496966547962875967?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1496966547962875967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/becoming-jane-austen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1496966547962875967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1496966547962875967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/becoming-jane-austen.html' title='Becoming Jane Austen'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5k2zzkNWYI/AAAAAAAAASc/R5vQDSCUouw/s72-c/30939-78.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-8693059182624623896</id><published>2008-01-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:53:01.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UR-tZxy2I/AAAAAAAAARs/ZzdQgDXce_0/s1600-h/Christmas+tree+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UR-tZxy2I/AAAAAAAAARs/ZzdQgDXce_0/s200/Christmas+tree+2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158048717260049250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the Kings, well most of them, celebrated Christmas in St. George! Lisa was able to get some time off and the four of us had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad particularly enjoyed their present from Jeff, Juline, Adi and Kohen ... a digital picture frame, loaded with adorable photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UTEdZxy6I/AAAAAAAAASM/ljcLb21Ff_M/s1600-h/PC240303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UTEdZxy6I/AAAAAAAAASM/ljcLb21Ff_M/s400/PC240303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049915555924898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UTa9Zxy7I/AAAAAAAAASU/gvQmGaPjWEo/s1600-h/PC240304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UTa9Zxy7I/AAAAAAAAASU/gvQmGaPjWEo/s400/PC240304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158050302102981554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Christmas festivities, I got in some quality time with my good friend Suzanne and her Oh-So-Cute daughter McKinley! She is such a cutie pie! Suzanne and I have a great little tradition of enjoying lengthy, lingering lunches at Painted Pony in St. George. Delicious food! So sophisticated, too! And McKinley joined us this time ... such a good girl! We had a great time. Painted Pony sounds awfully good right now. So yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5USqdZxy5I/AAAAAAAAASE/dgKd-micREM/s1600-h/Suzanne+and+McKinley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5USqdZxy5I/AAAAAAAAASE/dgKd-micREM/s200/Suzanne+and+McKinley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049468879326098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5USb9Zxy4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6Z_6R13zmkk/s1600-h/McKinley+Jane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5USb9Zxy4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6Z_6R13zmkk/s200/McKinley+Jane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158049219771222914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5USN9Zxy3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/tTg-ULPp5kY/s1600-h/Jenn+Suzanne+McKinley+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5USN9Zxy3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/tTg-ULPp5kY/s200/Jenn+Suzanne+McKinley+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158048979253054322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Christmas fun included picking out a new 32-inch flat screen TV for the condo, enjoying a great turkey dinner, installing internet (yipee!!) and prepping the condo for the new tile that was installed once we left. Now I really can't wait to go back down and check out the renovation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-8693059182624623896?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/8693059182624623896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-late-than-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8693059182624623896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8693059182624623896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UR-tZxy2I/AAAAAAAAARs/ZzdQgDXce_0/s72-c/Christmas+tree+2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7831596103822830502</id><published>2008-01-21T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:07:20.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!</title><content type='html'>The snow is just coming down today and it is simply BEAUTIFUL!! Since I'm staying nice and toasty dry inside, I thought I might spend some time updating this blog. I've been quite the slacker! But I've noticed I'm not alone among my fellow bloggers! SLACKERS UNITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this was from a different snowstorm about 2 weeks ago, I thought I would post this cute photo of Riley playing in the snow. He was NOT happy with the foot of snow he had to jump through. In fact, at this point he was whining for me to pick him up. And the poor puppy gained about 10 pounds all in (frozen) water weight! His belly was covered in mini snowballs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UIBdZxy0I/AAAAAAAAARg/scw4X_GJXpE/s1600-h/P1090317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UIBdZxy0I/AAAAAAAAARg/scw4X_GJXpE/s400/P1090317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158037769388411714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I ought to down load a photo or two from Christmas ... only a month late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7831596103822830502?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7831596103822830502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7831596103822830502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7831596103822830502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R5UIBdZxy0I/AAAAAAAAARg/scw4X_GJXpE/s72-c/P1090317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-215567036563774682</id><published>2008-01-11T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:37:01.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powered up!</title><content type='html'>My power cord came in the mail the other day, but the problem is I really don't care! I'm too busy playing on my mom's new laptop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Monday morning, walked into the kitchen and thought I was in the wrong house for a minute. There was a brand new laptop peeking out of it's box on the kitchen table!! The computer fairies apparently got up in the wee hours of the morning and ran to WalMart for a nice hardware purchase, aka Jenn's New Toy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the fancy new Macbook Pro that I would love, but this laptop sure is pretty ... for a PC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I've been playing on this computer and neglecting my trusty iBook, I haven't downloaded my latest photos of Christmas and this crazy thing called SNOW! Stay tuned for a couple of fun photos if I can manage to step away from my new friend Dell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-215567036563774682?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/215567036563774682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/powered-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/215567036563774682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/215567036563774682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/powered-up.html' title='Powered up!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4129134796215115987</id><published>2008-01-05T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:33:41.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerless</title><content type='html'>HELP! I've lost all power!&lt;br /&gt;My power cord to my laptop decided to break! So now I am forced to leave my cozy, if cluttered, basement dwelling and play ... er... work on my mom's computer. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my new cord is in the mail!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4129134796215115987?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4129134796215115987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/powerless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4129134796215115987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4129134796215115987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2008/01/powerless.html' title='Powerless'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5768630726066333525</id><published>2007-12-26T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:22:23.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another stolen pix ... or two</title><content type='html'>Again, apologies to my brother! But, that's what you get when you only post photos to your myspace account and not your blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R3LF2tZxyyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gurz-t_6qyk/s1600-h/l_d26e21de13d785c41fb3b55d0aaef2a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R3LF2tZxyyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gurz-t_6qyk/s400/l_d26e21de13d785c41fb3b55d0aaef2a8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148394867729222434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R3LFj9ZxyxI/AAAAAAAAARI/zUteR7mDwD4/s1600-h/l_45803d7a30fdd01cf6e8ec9b55a3cd16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R3LFj9ZxyxI/AAAAAAAAARI/zUteR7mDwD4/s400/l_45803d7a30fdd01cf6e8ec9b55a3cd16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148394545606675218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5768630726066333525?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5768630726066333525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-stolen-pix-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5768630726066333525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5768630726066333525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-stolen-pix-or-two.html' title='Another stolen pix ... or two'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R3LF2tZxyyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gurz-t_6qyk/s72-c/l_d26e21de13d785c41fb3b55d0aaef2a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5475904773693786080</id><published>2007-12-17T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:35:13.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Merriment and mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R2aIjK7KFYI/AAAAAAAAARA/RvBUIIN-HvA/s1600-h/xmasshopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R2aIjK7KFYI/AAAAAAAAARA/RvBUIIN-HvA/s400/xmasshopping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144949762126648706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a week before Christmas and the shopping, wrapping, shipping and baking frenzy is just beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will haul Santa's ENTIRE bag of gifts to the Post Office, joining thousands of harried, grouchy and frustrated others, and ship a small toy store to my niece and nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm off to the crowded stores in search of gifts for my hard-to-buy friends and family. (I'm thinking gift cards!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this early morning I'm gearing up for my venture out onto the holiday battlefield. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5475904773693786080?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5475904773693786080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/merriment-and-mayhem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5475904773693786080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5475904773693786080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/merriment-and-mayhem.html' title='Merriment and mayhem'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R2aIjK7KFYI/AAAAAAAAARA/RvBUIIN-HvA/s72-c/xmasshopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3885474210134630413</id><published>2007-12-10T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:17:43.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ivar&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Space Needle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Space Needle and Pike's Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A day in the Emerald City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14G-tCsCII/AAAAAAAAAQY/iSuIXoiWm7A/s1600-h/Tree+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14G-tCsCII/AAAAAAAAAQY/iSuIXoiWm7A/s320/Tree+view.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142555498816211074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14Ga9CsCHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b9AfiQFqOLo/s1600-h/Needle+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14Ga9CsCHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b9AfiQFqOLo/s320/Needle+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142554884635887730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my four previous visits to Seattle, I've actually never been atop the Space Needle. So this trip today with my best friend Alicia began at the majestic needle! The views were incredible and we picked a beautiful, if a bit windy, day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13x0dCsCEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/o_F3_k9BMiQ/s1600-h/Jenn+needle+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13x0dCsCEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/o_F3_k9BMiQ/s400/Jenn+needle+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142532232978368578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13yVdCsCFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GTqc5c4eIls/s1600-h/Alicia+Needle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13yVdCsCFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GTqc5c4eIls/s400/Alicia+Needle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142532799914051666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13xY9CsCDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9-zjY35zlJM/s1600-h/Windy+shrubby+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13xY9CsCDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9-zjY35zlJM/s400/Windy+shrubby+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142531760531966002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outside the needle, there was a lovely little shrubbery version  ... too bad you can't see it in this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14JvNCsCKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eFBf_X7pdRI/s1600-h/Shrubby+version+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14JvNCsCKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eFBf_X7pdRI/s400/Shrubby+version+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142558531063122082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But there it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13wztCsCCI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wkZkSH7nBik/s1600-h/Jenn+Pikes+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13wztCsCCI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wkZkSH7nBik/s400/Jenn+Pikes+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142531120581838882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the needle, we were off to Pike's Market! Great quirky shops and ... the Fish Market! This fresh fish shop is world-renowned for flamboyantly flinging and flipping fish from one employee to the next. Want to buy a Talapia? Watch it fly through the air from the ice to the scale. Amazing! Sadly, catching photos of this performance is not quite so easy ... Oh well, here's what I did manage to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14LMNCsCLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S43OE6uE2Og/s1600-h/PC100288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14LMNCsCLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/S43OE6uE2Og/s400/PC100288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142560128790956210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm .... CRAB LEGS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the market, we went down to the pier and found a sexy fisherman we just had to photograph! "I once caught a fish THIS BIG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13wcNCsCBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RrmVCF6ddNY/s1600-h/Jenn+fisherman+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R13wcNCsCBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RrmVCF6ddNY/s400/Jenn+fisherman+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142530716854913042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then I had to introduce Alicia to a Seattle institution!! You can't visit the waterfront of Seattle without eating a savory lunch of Clam Chowder and Clam Strips at IVAR'S. So incredible! It was a bit too cold to feed the leftover french fries to the seagulls near the water (a tradition, too), but it was delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14MtdCsCMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kdwXyfA5mLM/s1600-h/Ivars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14MtdCsCMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kdwXyfA5mLM/s400/Ivars.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142561799533234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit more shopping, my throbbing feet decided they had had enough, so we gathered up our souvenir spoils and heading down the road ... me north to Everett, Alicia south to Tacoma.  Hopefully I will be able to hook up with Alicia and her husband Anthony for dinner before I leave on Saturday .... maybe this time in Everett!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3885474210134630413?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3885474210134630413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/space-needle-and-pikes-market.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3885474210134630413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3885474210134630413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/space-needle-and-pikes-market.html' title='Space Needle and Pike&apos;s Market'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R14G-tCsCII/AAAAAAAAAQY/iSuIXoiWm7A/s72-c/Tree+view.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-8701972778968385489</id><published>2007-12-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:16:55.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen pix</title><content type='html'>I stole these from my sister in law's myspace page! ... Sorry Jeff, they are too cute not to share!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1y9odCsB_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WF1nQhCF2FY/s1600-h/m_5bb4507c7b27f5655f4f2b7693415384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1y9odCsB_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WF1nQhCF2FY/s400/m_5bb4507c7b27f5655f4f2b7693415384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142193377238583282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1y9Q9CsB9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Nnvub3vOvMw/s1600-h/l_f245e6e761990a2f7bcf62edd23cbf66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1y9Q9CsB9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Nnvub3vOvMw/s400/l_f245e6e761990a2f7bcf62edd23cbf66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142192973511657426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-8701972778968385489?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/8701972778968385489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/stolen-pix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8701972778968385489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8701972778968385489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/stolen-pix.html' title='Stolen pix'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1y9odCsB_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WF1nQhCF2FY/s72-c/m_5bb4507c7b27f5655f4f2b7693415384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6718359735022949389</id><published>2007-12-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:17:33.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1d3o9CsB7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_8nN7v94UBI/s1600-h/51Q9MhQqkIL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1d3o9CsB7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_8nN7v94UBI/s200/51Q9MhQqkIL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140709045131020210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was even before Halloween that SLC station 106.5 started playing Christmas music 24/7 ... I do love listening to Christmas music, but the earliness was a bit extreme! Even so, I would still indulge in a song or two before Turkey Day, when I usually bust out my own music collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights ago I spent some time downloading some new festive tunes. I try each year to add at least one more holiday album to my collection. This year I did a little more than one. I bought the much-anticipated Josh Groban "Noel" but also hunted down his version of "O Holy Night" since it wasn't on the CD ... a major oversight since it's one of his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While perusing the holiday music section, I also found one of my old favorites! Back when I was at Ricks College my roommate Julie introduced me to two wonderful classic holiday music institutions. The Carpenters Christmas ... an all-time favorite; and Nat "King" Cole's Christmas Song album. I made audio tape versions of both these albums, but wore them both out. I have since replaced The Carpenters, but it wasn't until the other night that I was able to bring Nat back to the King Christmas Music Collection. I just love his version of "I Saw Three Ships"! And of course his quintessential "The Christmas Song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more modern favorites I just added include: "Mistletoe" by Colbie Caillat, "Sleigh Ride" by SHeDAISY, "Carol of the Bells" by both The Bird and the Bee and Emmy Rossum (Christine from the movie "Phantom of the Opera"). I also love Jars of Clay's new Christmas album. Their "Drummer Boy" is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The albums that get the most air time in my collection however, are the ones by Kurt Bestor! He is a genius when it comes to musically capturing that holiday spirit! Other favorite purchases from previous years include the "Elf" soundtrack, Michael Buble's "Let It Snow" and Sarah McLachlan's "Wintersong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite Christmas tunes? Who does the best version?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6718359735022949389?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6718359735022949389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/music-of-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6718359735022949389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6718359735022949389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/music-of-season.html' title='Music of the Season'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1d3o9CsB7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_8nN7v94UBI/s72-c/51Q9MhQqkIL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3387436637795742220</id><published>2007-12-06T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:50:32.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soakin' in Seattle</title><content type='html'>I've been in Seattle ... er, Everett ... just over a week now and it's been a lot of fun! I just hope I'm being helpful enough!! &lt;br /&gt;After a few days of "training" and getting a feel for their schedule, I'm now able to free up some of my cousin Chris' time for her own family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I have managed to escape on a few shopping escapades! I've managed to find a few Christmas gifts and, of course, bought a few things for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marge and I also went to the hospital Tuesday for her Physical Therapy sessions. It takes Marge some time to get to and from the car, but she's getting along great! I know she's frustrated that she can't get up and go like she used to and she's struggling with her eyesight, but it's obvious she's getting stronger and better every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure has been rainy! In fact that lovely snow storm turned into a huge mess with lots of flooding. Luckily we stayed safe and relatively dry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've enjoyed quite a few home-cooked meals that I have been so excited to prepare! Finally somone to cook for!!  I tried to recreate Marge's famous Swedish Meatballs. I think they turned out great, but apparently not quite like the master's. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;The biggest hit so far has been my Chicken Enchilada Casserole. Awfully tasty and super easy to throw together! Here's the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN ENCHILADA CASSEROLE&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded chicken (for ease, you can use the canned chicken, 2 small cans)&lt;br /&gt;1 can Cream of Chicken Soup&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Sour Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 small can diced green chilies&lt;br /&gt;1 small can chopped olives&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded cheese&lt;br /&gt;Salt and Pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;8-10 corn tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend all ingredients together, including cheese. Then either layer between torn up pieces of tortilla, or, rip the tortillas into smaller pieces and blend into the mixture. &lt;br /&gt;Place in 9x13 pan. Top with more shredded cheese.  &lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 for 30 minutes or until bubbly. &lt;br /&gt;Great garnished with sour cream and salsa. Don't forget the tortilla chips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3387436637795742220?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3387436637795742220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/soakin-in-seattle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3387436637795742220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3387436637795742220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/soakin-in-seattle.html' title='Soakin&apos; in Seattle'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1927463780439573689</id><published>2007-12-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T17:31:27.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's visit</title><content type='html'>I don't remember who it was, but there was an older couple in our ward who would dress as Santa and Mrs. Claus and, after hooking up their horses to an authentic sleigh, they would travel throughout the neighborhood on Christmas Eve, stopping at various homes, leaving presents of ribbon candy and oranges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1dVzNCsB6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/34pmE9cjgzE/s1600-h/20392236.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1dVzNCsB6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/34pmE9cjgzE/s200/20392236.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140671837829334946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so exciting watching the jingling sleigh pull into our cul-de-sac. And those oranges ... what is is about oranges and Christmas? Oranges just taste better when you either get them from a visiting Santa or pull them out of the bottom of your stocking on Christmas morning! Oh ... and I nearly forgot the peanuts! Still in their shells, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1927463780439573689?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1927463780439573689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/santas-visit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1927463780439573689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1927463780439573689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/santas-visit.html' title='Santa&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1dVzNCsB6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/34pmE9cjgzE/s72-c/20392236.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6724454799635459136</id><published>2007-12-05T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:33:51.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1dRCtCsB5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/FSEQxHLTJrk/s1600-h/20750920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 310px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1dRCtCsB5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/FSEQxHLTJrk/s400/20750920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140666606559168402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sharing this crazy holiday story the other day and I thought it would make a funny blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas Eve, as the excitment and anticipation of Santa's visit was building, my dad played a mean, evil, Scrooge-like trick. Thinking he was so clever, he pulled out a piece of cardboard and made a huge sign that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Don't Stop Here, Santa! These Kids Have Been Naughty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of screaming and crying from us kids, and chiding from my mom, Dad brought the sign in the house just in time! Whew! I don't remember what we got that particular year, but I know that Santa did find the King Kids, despite my dad's "naughty" claims. Looks like Santa knew better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I've stirred up these Christmases past memories, I just might have to share a few more stories. What are your fondest holiday memories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6724454799635459136?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6724454799635459136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6724454799635459136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6724454799635459136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas memories'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1dRCtCsB5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/FSEQxHLTJrk/s72-c/20750920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1631674235691696480</id><published>2007-12-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:26:05.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's time to deck the halls and my cousin has started a great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.christmasmaking.blogspot.com/"&gt;Making Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;blog that is full of clever ideas, recipes, holiday deals and more. Check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1631674235691696480?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1631674235691696480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1631674235691696480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1631674235691696480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-ideas.html' title='Christmas ideas'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5982635249495640889</id><published>2007-12-01T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:40:37.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1I_0tCsByI/AAAAAAAAANo/ratXw0SQDr0/s1600-R/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1I_0tCsByI/AAAAAAAAANo/luCbj3cznLw/s200/image-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139240299459774242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1I_kdCsBwI/AAAAAAAAANY/e02i2jmgCL4/s1600-R/image"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1I_kdCsBwI/AAAAAAAAANY/X9l1QeX9tKc/s200/image" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139240020286899970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1I_sNCsBxI/AAAAAAAAANg/dVh4SDGnwNE/s1600-R/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1I_sNCsBxI/AAAAAAAAANg/mANmiq6VpiQ/s200/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139240153430886162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a purse freak! I have dozens and dozens of purses that I LOVE! I don't switch out my tote from my bevy of bags nearly as often as I would like. Something about transferring all the crap that just gets annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a solution! My friend Elaine and I were shopping with her family at Fashion Place Mall in Salt Lake when we ran across a kiosk peddling these nifty creative purses &lt;a href="http://www.michebag.com/"&gt;www.michebag.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the perfect purse. One simple brown or black purse with dozens of interchangeable shells that magnetically snap into place. Want to match your shoes to your purse? Want to enhance your cute pink springy outfit, but swap out shell of the purse. GENIUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only Santa could somehow read this blog.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5982635249495640889?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.michebag.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5982635249495640889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-purse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5982635249495640889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5982635249495640889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-purse.html' title='The Perfect Purse'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1I_0tCsByI/AAAAAAAAANo/luCbj3cznLw/s72-c/image-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6303814970342610711</id><published>2007-12-01T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:59:32.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1ItZtCsBvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WNjR3sLSkys/s1600-R/22115414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1ItZtCsBvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wVW-wLXeBm8/s320/22115414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139220044394006258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful snow was falling this afternoon as my cousin Chris and I were driving home from a great Christmas bazaar ... Victorian Christmas Village an hour or so south of Everett. The two of us both found a few Christmas gifts, tasty treats and enjoyed some great window shopping. A great way to get into the Christmas spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day, however, was the flurry of flakes fluttering fast on the drive home! The flakes were huge and were starting to stick to the ground. We planned our trip just right ... enjoy the shopping and still get home before the snow got too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect way to welcome December!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6303814970342610711?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6303814970342610711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6303814970342610711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6303814970342610711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R1ItZtCsBvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/wVW-wLXeBm8/s72-c/22115414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3942235472682038450</id><published>2007-11-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:25:55.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Pepper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Great Northwest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R0uOJh-3GfI/AAAAAAAAANI/skT4m2eAaPQ/s1600-h/photos-uncategorized-space-needle-seattle-washington-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R0uOJh-3GfI/AAAAAAAAANI/skT4m2eAaPQ/s320/photos-uncategorized-space-needle-seattle-washington-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137356094338177522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being actively unemployed, still searching for a job, I have volunteered to spend three weeks in Seattle, Everett, to be exact. I will be helping out my Aunt Marge (see, "She's a Pepper!") who is still recovering from a stroke she had over the summer. So I will become Nurse-Housekeeper-Laundress-Chef Jenn from now until Dec. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited. I've always loved Seattle and always have a great time with the Peterson Clan! And, hopefully on this trip, I'll also be able to spend even more time with Alicia and Anthony (see, "Vegas Fun") since they are at McChord AFB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to post about all my adventures and fun stories that I'm sure my Uncle Lyle has ready to tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3942235472682038450?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3942235472682038450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-northwest.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3942235472682038450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3942235472682038450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-northwest.html' title='Great Northwest!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/R0uOJh-3GfI/AAAAAAAAANI/skT4m2eAaPQ/s72-c/photos-uncategorized-space-needle-seattle-washington-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5840739432974948770</id><published>2007-11-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:01:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH HUMBUG!</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not Scrooge! Not in the slightest. I can't wait for Christmas this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I really dislike about the holidays, however, ... those sappy, unrealistic, over-acted Kay Jewelers commercials. "Every Kiss Begins With Kay" ... UGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The torture is just beginning and it will only get more and more sickly sweet after Thanksgiving. Why must this jewelry store torment me?!? Finding the perfect Christmas tree, decked in diamond earrings ... BLEH! A sweet child's Christmas poem to his mom muddied by a diamond pendant from his dad ... YEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't holiday commercials be as witty and hilarious as the Heineken commerical where little old grannies fight over bottles of the ale? Or what about my favorite: "I didn't leave him cookies. I left him CHEEEESE!"  Those are great seasonal commercials! &lt;br /&gt;(Of course I will never admit that the real reason I hate these over-played commercials: I would give anything to have something so romantic like that in my life. Nope, never going to admit that! haha! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5840739432974948770?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5840739432974948770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/bah-humbug.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5840739432974948770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5840739432974948770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/bah-humbug.html' title='BAH HUMBUG!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5467615782664351627</id><published>2007-11-15T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:56:03.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basement Dwellers</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite term and I give all the credit to my clever friend Angie! &lt;br /&gt;Here's the scenario when I discovered this newest bit of wit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove an hour south for church last week. Angie attends a mid-singles ward and I thought it would be a great opportunity to possibly meet some new people ... and well, check out the "meat" market. First off, the ward was quite large. And through my quick, not-so-sly  Sacrament Meeting glances, the prospects seemed encouraging. But, like is so often the problem in singles wards, the odds of men to women where horrible! Unfortunately I've come to expect this sad, sad ratio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meetings were great and the linger longer boasted an array of tasties, but the mingling was a little sparse for the two new girls. I guess that was the down-side of being one of the first people in the food line. As Angie mentioned, we shouldn't have let our growling stomachs impede our socializing options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recapping the day's events, Angie declared that the ward wasn't too bad, even though there were a few Basement Dwellers -- those unsavory men and women who might still be living in their parent's basement, haven't seen the sun in a few decades and lack refined social skills. What a great descriptor! Logging that term in my "to be used" file. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a few days later, I've had an epiphany!! &lt;br /&gt;I too could be considered a Basement Dweller! ARGH! &lt;br /&gt;Yep, here I sit clicking away on my laptop in my basement abode: Converted sofa permantely made into a bed, makeshift closet hanging in the laundry room and ... oh yeah ... several job applications waiting to be filled out so I can once again return to the workforce! UH OH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5467615782664351627?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5467615782664351627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/basement-dwellers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5467615782664351627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5467615782664351627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/basement-dwellers.html' title='Basement Dwellers'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7487991363000567479</id><published>2007-11-06T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:10:17.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many photos!</title><content type='html'>The King family officially welcomed baby Kohen Mitchel King this past weekend. The family flew out to New Jersey to participate in the blessing of the little prince. We had a great time cooing over Kohen ... a lot of bouncing to calm him down while Mom, Juline, prepared for feeding time ... and pulling out all sorts of new outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higlights of the weekend came from 2 1/2 year old Adilyn!&lt;br /&gt;It has been about 10 months since I've seen Adi, and she has changed so much!! She has gotten so big and is so incredibly smart, and such a talker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough jabbering ... on to the photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE4SblY2tI/AAAAAAAAANA/b5l7ezf8wno/s1600-h/PB010210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE4SblY2tI/AAAAAAAAANA/b5l7ezf8wno/s400/PB010210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129943339845081810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Adi and her new Halloween-decked Teddy Bear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE3kblY2sI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pUn16W2NFEM/s1600-h/PB010214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE3kblY2sI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pUn16W2NFEM/s400/PB010214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129942549571099330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Here's Kohen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE3RLlY2rI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y6p0o1YnkEQ/s1600-h/PB010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE3RLlY2rI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y6p0o1YnkEQ/s400/PB010216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129942218858617522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Watching the Backyardigans ... right before she fell asleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE23rlY2qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8A8DdhGNw38/s1600-h/PB020221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE23rlY2qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8A8DdhGNw38/s400/PB020221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129941780771953314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What a great big sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE2grlY2pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JHmjSEgzOok/s1600-h/PB020222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE2grlY2pI/AAAAAAAAAMg/JHmjSEgzOok/s400/PB020222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129941385634962066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;About to brush her teeth. Wearing cute new outfit from Aunt Lisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE2I7lY2oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nHCKcfqAme8/s1600-h/PB020223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE2I7lY2oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nHCKcfqAme8/s400/PB020223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129940977613068930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Waking up Cowboy Papa with a kiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE06LlY2lI/AAAAAAAAAMA/h8SVNi0wqZM/s1600-h/PB040242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE06LlY2lI/AAAAAAAAAMA/h8SVNi0wqZM/s400/PB040242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129939624698370642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Family portraits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE0hLlY2kI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JgS-VqeD-bQ/s1600-h/PB040244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE0hLlY2kI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JgS-VqeD-bQ/s400/PB040244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129939195201641026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Whole King  Clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7487991363000567479?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7487991363000567479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-many-photos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7487991363000567479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7487991363000567479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-many-photos.html' title='So many photos!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzE4SblY2tI/AAAAAAAAANA/b5l7ezf8wno/s72-c/PB010210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-2278428220589336929</id><published>2007-11-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:29:54.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends in VEGAS, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzEwWLlY2hI/AAAAAAAAALg/N2dsIbl7Hsk/s1600-h/Vegas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzEwWLlY2hI/AAAAAAAAALg/N2dsIbl7Hsk/s400/Vegas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129934608176568850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzEwyblY2iI/AAAAAAAAALo/_5sy-vgprk8/s1600-h/PA280208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzEwyblY2iI/AAAAAAAAALo/_5sy-vgprk8/s400/PA280208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129935093507873314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my trek from California back to Utah, I made a quick, extra trip to Las Vegas to see my best friend from high school and her husband -- Alicia and Anthony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Planet Hollywood Casino and ate a great dinner at a little restaurant and then visited and caught up while wandering through the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been about 16 months since we had seen each other (last time was in New Jersey over lunch at Harold's with my brother, sis-in-law and niece), so it was great to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and Anthony just relocated from N.J. to Seattle! I'm so excited to have them so much closer. Next trip ... I'm going to have to go see them in Seattle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-2278428220589336929?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/2278428220589336929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-friends-in-vegas-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2278428220589336929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2278428220589336929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-friends-in-vegas-baby.html' title='Best Friends in VEGAS, Baby!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RzEwWLlY2hI/AAAAAAAAALg/N2dsIbl7Hsk/s72-c/Vegas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4110251163612706781</id><published>2007-11-02T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:03:17.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Adi's Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ryu6WLlY2gI/AAAAAAAAALY/KznV1cOeJq8/s1600-h/DSC02879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128397490920937986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ryu6WLlY2gI/AAAAAAAAALY/KznV1cOeJq8/s400/DSC02879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ryu6FrlY2fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yV-L9V7wVxk/s1600-h/DSC02874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128397207453096434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ryu6FrlY2fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yV-L9V7wVxk/s400/DSC02874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to dress up for Halloween this year, so I thought I would post a couple of the pix from my niece Adi. Cutest bumblebee ever!&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/33474458-4110251163612706781?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4110251163612706781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/adis-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4110251163612706781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4110251163612706781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/11/adis-halloween.html' title='Adi&apos;s Halloween!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ryu6WLlY2gI/AAAAAAAAALY/KznV1cOeJq8/s72-c/DSC02879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4704048049698804641</id><published>2007-10-30T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:45:06.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah ... at last!</title><content type='html'>Brrr... it's kinda cold here in Utah! But I guess this is what I wanted. I have missed the cold weather for the past year, so the chilly temps will be a welcomed change. Now if my blood would thicken up just a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Budget truck is unloaded. The storage shed is filled. The basement is slowly becoming my own ... kind of. Now I'm working on hauling in all my clothes! Let the fun begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... and I've also found a few more blogging friends! Check out my links for more blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4704048049698804641?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4704048049698804641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/utah-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4704048049698804641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4704048049698804641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/utah-at-last.html' title='Utah ... at last!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6904534859633704269</id><published>2007-10-25T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T18:59:55.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The exodus begins!</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day at The Desert Sun! After working a 12-hour day Wednesday, today was a blessed short 1-hour long! Just enough time to have my exit interview and say a few goodbyes! Ahhhhhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now begins the heavy lifting, literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate, hate, hate moving! My head already hurts, I'm trying to get everything done and not forget any of the details. No wonder my head hurts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6904534859633704269?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6904534859633704269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/exodus-begins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6904534859633704269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6904534859633704269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/exodus-begins.html' title='The exodus begins!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7075431303445697696</id><published>2007-10-21T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:51:04.470-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kirstin Chenowith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Carell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pushing Daisies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan in Real Life'/><title type='text'>Fall favorites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rxt0wiKt7xI/AAAAAAAAALI/cQbp0Ne-pdI/s1600-h/daninreallife_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rxt0wiKt7xI/AAAAAAAAALI/cQbp0Ne-pdI/s400/daninreallife_posterbig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123817378218372882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and I just went to see a sneak preview of "Dan in Real Life" with Steve Carell. This was one of the best movies I've seen in a really long time. Hilarious. Sweet. Poignant. Endearing. And ... the previews don't give away the whole story! &lt;br /&gt;So "Dan in Real Life" is one of my Fall Favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the list is ABC's hit "Pushing Daisies." &lt;br /&gt;What is NOT perfect about this show? &lt;br /&gt;* Bright and colorful&lt;br /&gt;* Romantic chemistry&lt;br /&gt;* Love triangle&lt;br /&gt;* Creative plotline&lt;br /&gt;* He's a pie maker&lt;br /&gt;* Great narration from great Jim Dial&lt;br /&gt;* And ... Broadway star Kristin Chenowith! (did you see when she sang "Hopelessly Devoted? GREAT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7075431303445697696?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7075431303445697696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-favorites.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7075431303445697696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7075431303445697696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-favorites.html' title='Fall favorites!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rxt0wiKt7xI/AAAAAAAAALI/cQbp0Ne-pdI/s72-c/daninreallife_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6160049530695563072</id><published>2007-10-18T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:05:49.007-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cologne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oil of Olay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scents'/><title type='text'>The nose knows...</title><content type='html'>This morning I was getting gas and the stupid pump didn't switch off, so when I went to unhook the pump gas splashed on me and proceeded to pour out of the pump! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;So all day I've been smelling like gas (no wonder I have a huge headache right now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my smelly day I thought I would try and turn my thoughts to pleasant aromas ... So here is a list of my favorite scents: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Freshly baked bread (my Lion House Rolls are the BEST!) &lt;br /&gt;* Leather (especially when it's coming from a new purse or new shoes!)&lt;br /&gt;* A new pack of spearmint gum&lt;br /&gt;* Cologne on an attractive man (some faves through the years have been Polo, Drakkar, Armani Gio, Cool Water, Polo Black and others...)&lt;br /&gt;* Clean laundry ... Tide, Bleach and a little Downy fabric softner: the perfect combination!&lt;br /&gt;* Candles that smell like something sweet is baking: Sugar Cookie, Butter Pecan Pie, Vanilla, etc...&lt;br /&gt;* Christmas trees&lt;br /&gt;* Oil of Olay (memories of Mom always smelling like that) &lt;br /&gt;* Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I could go on for days, but not all I want is some good smelling man to cuddle up to while bread is baking in the oven, it's raining outside, the Christmas tree is shimmering, I'm snapping my gum and lighting a scented candle. Oh and unwrapping my new leather purse and getting ready to climb into clean, bleached sheets. &lt;br /&gt;But wait ... I think I catch a faint wiff of gasoline still. Drat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite scents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6160049530695563072?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6160049530695563072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/nose-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6160049530695563072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6160049530695563072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/nose-knows.html' title='The nose knows...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1757098335124707998</id><published>2007-10-18T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:49:10.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Ben and Prince William ... here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;A little old fashioned, and a little modern. &lt;br /&gt;A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;A unique soul like you needs a city that offers everything.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you and London will get along so well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&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/33474458-1757098335124707998?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1757098335124707998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-belong-in-london-little-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1757098335124707998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1757098335124707998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-belong-in-london-little-old.html' title='Big Ben and Prince William ... here I come!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3333338330965904513</id><published>2007-10-12T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:36:15.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah bound!</title><content type='html'>It's official! I am moving back home to Utah in 2 weeks! I am so excited, relieved, anxious, and more. Being a very practical, responsible person, I am taking a huge leap in my newest adventure ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;I HAVE NO JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having realized over the past year that I am not a California Girl, I am excited to return to my familiar stomping grounds, friends and family who love me and actual DATING OPPORTUNITIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside to my "triumphant" return to Utah? Living with my parents once again. I think they now call people like me Boomerang Kids. Hopefully this will be a short stay with the 'rents. I'm hoping for a fabulous job and an adorable apartment in my very near future!&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself that change is good ... that's been a mantra of mine for the past 18 months as my life has seen a good share of ups and downs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the packing fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3333338330965904513?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3333338330965904513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/utah-bound.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3333338330965904513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3333338330965904513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/utah-bound.html' title='Utah bound!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-8230442508752313506</id><published>2007-10-04T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:25:36.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>A- Attached or single: Oh so single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: Where to begin... Alicia, Suzanne, Amy, Elaine, Brent, Joni, Shawna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie: Ooooo CAKE! Especially when it's from Costco. Also loving cupcakes from Bristol Farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of choice: Saturday for sure. But also enjoy a nice Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: Chapstick and a hair tie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color: Green ... nearly all shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy Bears or Worms: Neither one. Yuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: Layton, Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgence(s): Cupcakes (see above!), Twinkies, Starbucks Chai Latte (working on cutting those out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July: July in N. Utah, but January in either Palm Springs or St. George -- july is too hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids? Cannot wait to have them one day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Life is Incomplete Without: My family, friends and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date: I think Sept. 2008 sounds great! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: Drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote(s): "Looking for my Mr. Darcy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason To Smile: It's my BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: Fall (see previous Autumnal Abundance post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag Three: 1, 2, 3 ... you're it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact About Me: Unknown ... I'm an open book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: Bring on the meat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst Habit: I'm really bad about taking pills ... vitamins, medications, etc... Maybe I need one of those pill-a-day boxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-Rays or Ultrasounds: whatever finds the broken parts of me best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your Favorite Food: seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac: Libra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-8230442508752313506?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/8230442508752313506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8230442508752313506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8230442508752313506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6672285959204732294</id><published>2007-10-04T10:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:53:56.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 34th Birthday to Me!! hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUaliKt7kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MPS1wiCG3fE/s1600-h/birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUaliKt7kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MPS1wiCG3fE/s400/birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117525783705677378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6672285959204732294?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6672285959204732294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-34th-birthday-to-me-hehehe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6672285959204732294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6672285959204732294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-34th-birthday-to-me-hehehe.html' title='Happy 34th Birthday to Me!! hehehe'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUaliKt7kI/AAAAAAAAAIw/MPS1wiCG3fE/s72-c/birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4130197870994018568</id><published>2007-10-04T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:49:16.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kohen Mitchel King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUZcyKt7jI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IJX03UAklCU/s1600-h/New+edition"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUZcyKt7jI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IJX03UAklCU/s400/New+edition" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117524533870194226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUZVSKt7iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/251mi_a2H6I/s1600-h/Going+Home"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUZVSKt7iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/251mi_a2H6I/s400/Going+Home" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117524405021175330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUYySKt7hI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v-Jmuq-UVj0/s1600-h/Adi+and+Kohen"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUYySKt7hI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v-Jmuq-UVj0/s400/Adi+and+Kohen" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117523803725753874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4130197870994018568?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4130197870994018568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/kohen-mitchel-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4130197870994018568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4130197870994018568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/10/kohen-mitchel-king.html' title='Kohen Mitchel King'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RwUZcyKt7jI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IJX03UAklCU/s72-c/New+edition' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-3585364995143173831</id><published>2007-09-28T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:25:12.610-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kohen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Jersey'/><title type='text'>New Nephew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rv1wDCKt7eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CeUolubRwE/s1600-h/Kohen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rv1wDCKt7eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CeUolubRwE/s400/Kohen+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115367949186493922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rv1vUiKt7dI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aUZI7HShcdc/s1600-h/Kohen+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rv1vUiKt7dI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aUZI7HShcdc/s400/Kohen+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115367150322576850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, Juline and Adi welcomed Kohen Mitchel to the King family Friday afternoon! Isn't he adorable!! I can't wait to see him when the family all flies out to New Jersey for his baby blessing in November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-3585364995143173831?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/3585364995143173831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-nephew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3585364995143173831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/3585364995143173831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-nephew.html' title='New Nephew!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rv1wDCKt7eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CeUolubRwE/s72-c/Kohen+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7997962883455207650</id><published>2007-09-24T16:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:49:09.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Autumnal Amazement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rvg-uSKt7cI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z7QKJ-Cf-jg/s1600-h/21692959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rvg-uSKt7cI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z7QKJ-Cf-jg/s400/21692959.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113906341750894018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now my favorite time of year! I love FALL!! October, by far, is my favorite month of the year. &lt;br /&gt;In honor of the first full day of fall, here's my list of Fall Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;* My birthday ... October 4!&lt;br /&gt;* Crisp fall nights&lt;br /&gt;* Beautiful changing leaves and long, romantic drives to see the colors!&lt;br /&gt;* Halloween costume shopping or creating! (see Hurricane Katrina)&lt;br /&gt;* Dad's dramatic stories from the deer hunt&lt;br /&gt;* Halloween Parties&lt;br /&gt;* Digging out my fall/winter sweaters&lt;br /&gt;* Warm apple cider -- Starbuck's Caramel Apple Cider is the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;* Halloween/Fall crafts&lt;br /&gt;* Pumpkin-scented everything ... even though I dislike pumpkin flavored everything. &lt;br /&gt;* And ... Scary Movies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Scary movies ... here's a list of the movies that scared me the most.&lt;br /&gt;1. "Watcher in the Woods"&lt;br /&gt;2. "The Ring"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Rosemary's Baby"&lt;br /&gt;4. "What Lies Beneath"&lt;br /&gt;5. "Wait Until Dark"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all great films! What are your scariest movies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7997962883455207650?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7997962883455207650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumnal-amazement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7997962883455207650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7997962883455207650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumnal-amazement.html' title='Autumnal Amazement'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rvg-uSKt7cI/AAAAAAAAAHs/z7QKJ-Cf-jg/s72-c/21692959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5231904380321732684</id><published>2007-09-23T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:55:45.269-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beard Papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange County Swap Meet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Beard Papa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvaKnyKt7bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uQPN2Fa6aYM/s1600-h/Beard+Papa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvaKnyKt7bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uQPN2Fa6aYM/s320/Beard+Papa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113426843012033970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a year since I returned from Japan ... more than a year since my last incredible Beard Papa cream puff. ... That is until yesterday! As posted earlier, I found a Beard Papa shop in Costa Mesa, just a couple hours away. So yesterday I embarked on a little adventure: Orange County Swap Meet shopping extravaganza followed by a sweet treat or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day wasn't as idyllic as I had hoped. I caught a cold (probably from the pretty drastic drop in temperatures ... 105 to 85 within a week ... not that I'm complaining!! It's beautiful outside). So I wasn't feeling so great, but I was determined to enjoy a nice Saturday morning. I enjoyed a great drive, complete with a lovely rainstorm, but when I arrived at the swap meet the effects of the rainstorm were obvious ... not many vendors. A little disappointed, I still managed to find a few fun things: knockoff sunglasses and a couple of really cute hats (yep, going to start wearing hats more!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to feel not so hot, I decided it was time to reunite with Beard Papa! The shop was inside a cute little Japanese grocery store. Kind of fun to see familiar sites: bakery items, people eating ramen noodles ... and fresh pastry puffs being filled with sweet cream! I splurged and bought a whole dozen ... enough to hopefully take to work and share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there were a few disappointments and I didn't feel well, it was a nice morning that was followed by a nice long afternoon nap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5231904380321732684?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5231904380321732684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/beard-papa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5231904380321732684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5231904380321732684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/beard-papa.html' title='Beard Papa!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvaKnyKt7bI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uQPN2Fa6aYM/s72-c/Beard+Papa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-8474713160628002768</id><published>2007-09-20T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:50:52.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><title type='text'>Neurotic Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNIzyKt7aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CWV1S7f9koo/s1600-h/Massage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNIzyKt7aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CWV1S7f9koo/s320/Massage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112510056472898978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even get a massage in peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-8474713160628002768?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/8474713160628002768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/neurotic-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8474713160628002768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/8474713160628002768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/neurotic-dog.html' title='Neurotic Dog'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNIzyKt7aI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CWV1S7f9koo/s72-c/Massage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-4609777745127590648</id><published>2007-09-19T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:29:11.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New paint job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNIOSKt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_yM-Whng6kc/s1600-h/Door+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNIOSKt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_yM-Whng6kc/s320/Door+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112509412227804562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment got a bit of a facelift on Tuesday. Well, I should really call it a botched facelift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making improvements to the complex, the management is repainting all the front doors and stair railings. Assuming they would just put a fresh coat of green on the doors (the complex is, afterall, Emerald Place), I instead came home to a door that is a bright shade of Coral ... or is it Salmon. UGH! It looks so horrible! And, to add to the ugliness, it's a high gloss paint ... so it's a shiny Coral! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of the whole door-painting was that the brilliant painters left my front door WIDE open once they were done. No workers watching the paint dry ... nope, they just left my apartment exposed, welcoming possible burglars, while my dogs sat in their crates. Luckily Lisa came to the apartment before anything could be stolen. Furious, I called the complex and they just blew it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNGZSKt7YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vovQ-zwpneM/s1600-h/Door+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNGZSKt7YI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vovQ-zwpneM/s320/Door+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112507402183110018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa came home today, too, to a wide open apartment ... but it's OK cuz it was a freshly painted door. What kind of idiots are running this complex?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-4609777745127590648?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/4609777745127590648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-paint-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4609777745127590648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/4609777745127590648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-paint-job.html' title='New paint job'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RvNIOSKt7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_yM-Whng6kc/s72-c/Door+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1818653474568522</id><published>2007-09-14T23:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:56:04.370-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beard Papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cream Puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ru9drJMD-LI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-SvVMJ_xR44/s1600-h/flavors-vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ru9drJMD-LI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-SvVMJ_xR44/s320/flavors-vanilla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111407097871071410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reflecting today with one of my reporters about my favorite treats in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;Beard Papa was a cute little bakery, located near the train station that served up the most dreamy cream puffs ever! &lt;br /&gt;Well ... turns out there are some Beard Papa shops here in California!! The nearest is just over an hour away and I'm already making plans for a weekend day trip! A little shopping topped off with a selection of fluffy, warm, fresh Beard Papa cream puffs. &lt;br /&gt;Check out the web site (click on the "Cream Puffs" title or follow this link... www.muginhousa.com)  and learn about the story of Beard Papa in Osaka, Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1818653474568522?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.muginohousa.com/' title='Cream Puffs'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.muginhousa.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1818653474568522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/cream-puffs_14.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1818653474568522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1818653474568522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/cream-puffs_14.html' title='Cream Puffs'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Ru9drJMD-LI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-SvVMJ_xR44/s72-c/flavors-vanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-2047142555309186107</id><published>2007-09-08T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:53:27.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must-haves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Top Watch-Anytime Movies</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of movies that I could watch over and over again. I know every line, every scene by heart and I've seen them dozens and dozens of times, but everytime they come on TV, or if I'm not feeling too good, or just in a mood for a comfort movie, I pop one of these whos in the VCR or DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my Top 10 list ... in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Doubtfire&lt;br /&gt;Army of Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Addams Family Values&lt;br /&gt;Hitch&lt;br /&gt;Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones&lt;br /&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite "comfort" movies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-2047142555309186107?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/2047142555309186107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-watch-anytime-movies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2047142555309186107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/2047142555309186107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-watch-anytime-movies.html' title='Top Watch-Anytime Movies'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-7800952802723974607</id><published>2007-09-03T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:52:20.428-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laguna Beach'/><title type='text'>Life's a beach ... at least for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RtzR4uBvilI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kYD6mv9fnyw/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RtzR4uBvilI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kYD6mv9fnyw/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106186849889520210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RtzRt-BvikI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3SGwI_1UMwE/s1600-h/securedownload-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RtzRt-BvikI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3SGwI_1UMwE/s320/securedownload-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106186665205926466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh ... Labor Day! Lisa and I finally had the same day off, so we set off on an adventure to Laguna Beach. A huge fan of laguna Beach the TV show on MTV, Lisa really wanted to go check out the scene. So we drove out, played in the water for a bit, ate lunch at a beachside French cafe and did a little shopping. Then we cruised up the PCH through Newport and into Huntington. Then it was to the huge South Coast Plaza mall for more shopping. After playing in the sand we really wanted to find a good mani-pedi place, but decided to head home and try and beat the holiday traffic instead. It was a great little trip and I wish I enjoy these kind of adventures more often. Guess I need to find some friends who don't work Saturdays! &lt;br /&gt;Sorry the photos are kinda cruddy ... forgot my camera, so I had to make do with the camera phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-7800952802723974607?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/7800952802723974607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/lifes-beach-at-least-for-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7800952802723974607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/7800952802723974607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/lifes-beach-at-least-for-today.html' title='Life&apos;s a beach ... at least for today'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RtzR4uBvilI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kYD6mv9fnyw/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6636244880428860166</id><published>2007-09-01T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:55:21.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah Shakespearean Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Layton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gateway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A great vacation...</title><content type='html'>So I've been home from Utah for almost a week and I miss it so much! &lt;br /&gt;Here were some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;* Driving with two crazy dogs for 6 hours makes for a very LONG drive ... especially when one very spoiled dog insists on sitting on your lap the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;* BBQ at Brent's newly finished, remodeled house with Amy, Elaine, Brent, David, Brian, Rob and Mike. Good food and GREAT friends! &lt;br /&gt;* "Twelfth Night" at the Utah Shakespearean Festival with Shawna! Great comedy with an incredibly HOT Michael Sharon in a leading role. Great time visiting with Shawna catching up on love lives, gossip and other drama. &lt;br /&gt;* Horrible, terrible, pathetic blind date. OK, so this one is another classic. I met this guy (37 and never married) at the Clark Planetarium in SLC. He stank of old man cologne. We saw a movie at the theater that was completely over my head. Somewhat interesting and incredible visuals, but I felt like I needed a doctorate in astronomy to understand it. Yikes! So afterward we wandered through the gift shop and he bought a 75 cent mini slinky and gave it to me ... I think it was just to get a parking validation. So we walked out to the parking garage. I knew my car was on an upper level, but he tried to convince me that it was on the save level as his. Well ... it wasn't. I told him my car was on the upper level and he then told me he had better go and find his own car, before he got lost. Yep, he actually left me alone in a parking garage to try and find my car by myself! I laughed the entire way to the elevator and continued to laugh all the way back to Layton. Including drive time that date lasted less than 2 hours ... thank heavens!!&lt;br /&gt;* Uncovered new job opportunities in Utah!  &lt;br /&gt;* Took the parents out to lunch at a really nice new restaurant in Layton. Good food. &lt;br /&gt;* Had plans to meet Joni in SLC at the Gateway for a little shopping/errand running and dinner, but plans quickly changed to just a quick visit instead. &lt;br /&gt;* Got a text message from my favorite solider ... Keith and I met up at the Gateway. He had been serving in Afghanistan since Christmas and, after being wounded in a helicopter crash, he was FINALLY coming home!! He had arrived in Seattle the day before and then flew the next day to SLC. We spent a great time at dinner. I was completely excited, nervous and hardly ate any of my dinner. It was so amazing to finally see him after 10 months! The last time I saw him was on my 33rd birthday in October. We had a great time catching up, but I was sad it had to end so soon. I'm hoping we can pick up where we left off very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rtod3OBvijI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xM9-aELdX60/s1600-h/Soldier+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rtod3OBvijI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xM9-aELdX60/s320/Soldier+boy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105425962073295410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shopping with Kristy for a little flirty nighttime fun was a great afternoon ... like old days when we managed to drop a good share of cash hitting sales. &lt;br /&gt;* The drive back to St. George had a little extra "baggage" as Mom drove back with me. &lt;br /&gt;* Visiting with friends once again, I dreaded heading back home to California, but it was a great trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6636244880428860166?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6636244880428860166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-vacation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6636244880428860166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6636244880428860166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-vacation.html' title='A great vacation...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/Rtod3OBvijI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xM9-aELdX60/s72-c/Soldier+boy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-1187122045294959669</id><published>2007-08-27T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:53:01.884-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Propel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='must-haves'/><title type='text'>Can't live without...</title><content type='html'>10 things I can't live without (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;#10 - TiVo&lt;br /&gt;#9 - iPod&lt;br /&gt;#8 - Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;#7 - Propel Water&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Cell phone&lt;br /&gt;#5 - Toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;#4 - Camera&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Great friends and family&lt;br /&gt;#2 - A good pillow&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Blogs to read when I'm bored at work (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your top 10?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-1187122045294959669?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/1187122045294959669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-live-without.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1187122045294959669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/1187122045294959669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-live-without.html' title='Can&apos;t live without...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-5936315545674213227</id><published>2007-08-15T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:57:31.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation Utah Shakespearean Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Layton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Vacation time!</title><content type='html'>I am gearing up for a much-anticipated, long-awaited, extremely-overdue VACATION! &lt;br /&gt;A trip back home to St. George and Salt Lake City may not seem like much of an adventure, but it's just what the therapist calls for ... haha! &lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to visit all my St. George friends. Even though it's only been a few weeks since I've seen them, I love and miss them all so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RsPecuBvihI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1ix-fhdqHko/s1600-h/twelfthP6998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RsPecuBvihI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1ix-fhdqHko/s320/twelfthP6998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099163788086577682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite restaurants, too, await me. Green Chile Chicken Salad at Bajio, Steak Burrito at Cafe Rio, Chicken Tortellini with Creamy Pesto at Pasta Factory, Taco Time's Crispy Chicken Burrito, Honey-Baked Ham store's Bedda Chedda, The Empire State at Gandolfo's ... Ahhh the food! Can't wait! I have missed it so much. I'm so incredibly disappointed in the restaurants here in Palm Springs. There is fast food, crappy Mexican, fancy-schamncy places and completely over-priced wannabes regular faves. There is no where in this desert where I could get a lunch as complete as the Pasta or Pizza Factory lunches (drink, breadstick, salad and pasta) for under $7. Boy I miss Utah! &lt;br /&gt;OK, enough about food... &lt;br /&gt;While I'm home, I'm also going to enjoy one of my favorite summer traditions... The Utah Shakespearean Festival. "Twelfth Night" is on the schedule for a Saturday matinee! Last summer was the first in 11 years that I have not enjoyed all the plays at the Tony Award-winning festival. &lt;br /&gt;After a weekend in St. George I'm heading up the 15 to the 'rents' place. Can't wait to hopefully reconnect with some friends I haven't seen in nearly a year or longer. And maybe, just maybe ... a certain returning, recovering soldier boy will find his way back home while I'm there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-5936315545674213227?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/5936315545674213227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5936315545674213227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/5936315545674213227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation time!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RsPecuBvihI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1ix-fhdqHko/s72-c/twelfthP6998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33474458.post-6849552084541727422</id><published>2007-08-15T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:58:41.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Survey-tastic!</title><content type='html'>So this MySpace survey was actually kind of fun, so I thought I'd post it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Driver's Ed, who really taught you how to drive?My mom (it was a very stressful time! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the one thing you love/miss about your Grandma's cooking? Grandma May made a great chocolate cake, with a fluffy white frosting and then drizzled melted milk chocolate on top of that ... heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had money to burn, what 3 charities would you donate to? Breast Cancer, Utah Shakespearean Festival, United Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What "Late Night Radio" song would you request to your man/woman? Groovy Kind of Love ... hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and Go by Imogen Heap ("Why'd ya hafta be so cute..." Favorite line!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last high school/college project you did? Probably my senior thesis ... and for the life of me I can't remember what it was. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, who was the first "famous death" you remember hearing about? Elvis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music did your parent's listen to while u were growing up? Classic 50s and 60s .... great stuff! "Calendar Girl" "It's My Party" "Yellow Polka Dot Bikini" "One Eyed, One Horned, Flying Purple People Eater" and all of Elvis' hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 2 historic events that have happened in your lifetime? Regan was shot and Challenger blew up, just to name a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who taught you to tie your shoes? my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go on your first "official" date? A girls choice dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you "cruised the strip"...who were you usually with? Went in Washington State with my cousin Chris. We thought we were so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was like your "second Mom" or "second Dad"? That would have to be Kathy Piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your Strangest Relative and why? hmmm ... hard to pick just one! haha just kidding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your typical ice cream order at Dairy Queen? Peanut Buster Parfait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS AND THAT&lt;br /&gt;Animal House or Caddyshack? Caddyshack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorito's or Frito Lay's? Dorito's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight-Man or Comic Relief? Comic Relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivor Man or Man vs. Wild? don't really care for either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca or An Affair To Remember? Affair to Remember ... it's all about Cary Grant!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Grace or Princess Diana? Diana for sure! Although I was a fan of Grace, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, Movies or TV? All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe or Anna Nicole Smith? Marilyn Monroe for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playboy or Hustler? I love the Girls Next Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland, Disneyworld, or Universal Studios? Tokyo Disneyland!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween or Christmas? Both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading or Following? I'm a follower ... haha ... but I do like to lead every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planes or Trains? Amazing memories while traveling as a kid on Amtrak! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RsRZI-BviiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t9cjl1C7pGI/s1600-h/sometimesspirit001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RsRZI-BviiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t9cjl1C7pGI/s320/sometimesspirit001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099298688714377762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Painting? "Sometimes the Spirit Touches Us Through Our Weaknesses" by James C. Christensen (left) and any of the Amish series by Eric Dowdle. Also love anything from Renoir and Degas (WAY too hard to pick just one!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum Exhibit? Paintings and sculpture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do when you're sitting home alone and the power goes out? Chat on the phone or play card games by candlelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack/Junk Food? Twinkies or pink and white animal cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet name for your significant other? Either baby or sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname for your best friend? too many friends to just pick one... here's a sampling... Joni loves Chachi, Sliz, Licia, Aim, Charlie Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge tactic? hmmm that could be pretty damning ... better not divulge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song to sing in the shower? Last song I heard on the stereo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill that you have to pay? Ugh they never end! Electric bill right now ... freakin' $200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuss word? So many ... my fave is sonuvabitchin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era to read about or watch a movie in? Elizabethan and Victorian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet? I'm not huge into poetry, but I do enjoy Poe and Shakespeare's sonnets. Sylvia Plath, too, was intriguing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villain in a movie? Anthony Hopkins.. The man is incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic to gab with your family about? other family gossip and cute things Adi said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;If you could be invisible for one day, what would you do? not really sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could know everything that one person was thinking, who would it be? &lt;br /&gt;It would be a silly boy for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have coffee with 3 people, living or dead, who would they be? &lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare, JFK (find out who really shot him) and ... well Brad Pitt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33474458-6849552084541727422?l=jennkinglog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/feeds/6849552084541727422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/08/survey-tastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6849552084541727422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33474458/posts/default/6849552084541727422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkinglog.blogspot.com/2007/08/survey-tastic.html' title='Survey-tastic!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14548235158617956773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/SKYEoyvPRxI/AAAAAAAAAb4/zOZmrTUH96Q/S220/Jenn+in+Japan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O0nuc3-E0R0/RsRZI-BviiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t9cjl1C7pGI/s72-c/sometimesspirit001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
