<?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-7485093345672265545</id><updated>2012-02-10T09:49:36.182-06:00</updated><category term='paint'/><category term='nation'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='God'/><category term='beach'/><category term='chilvary'/><category term='funnytimes'/><category term='kennedy'/><category term='communication'/><category term='school'/><category term='morals'/><category term='holidays;traditions'/><category term='faith'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='blog'/><category term='style'/><category term='potty'/><category term='home'/><category term='teenagers'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-7144115285791186989</id><published>2012-02-10T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T09:49:36.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts;resolutions'/><title type='text'>one more day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1864457636"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1864457637"&gt;Written on&amp;nbsp;Jan. 3rd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just looking through post in "draft" and ran across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;i was lucky enough to take a long extended vacation from work&lt;br /&gt;having all this time to be home and spending it with my family &lt;br /&gt;was something that i needed&lt;br /&gt;i had alot in mind to accomplish and do over the pass 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;but as i sit here in bed, @ 8:36am on Tuesday, i realize i haven't really accomplished any of it&lt;br /&gt;i have accomplished lots of play time with paint, barbies, playdoh, singing and dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4TidYkaPBE/TzU76M_FtjI/AAAAAAAABgs/_2M3k6OBhI0/s1600/1.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4TidYkaPBE/TzU76M_FtjI/AAAAAAAABgs/_2M3k6OBhI0/s640/1.23.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while my hallway still sits unpainted&lt;br /&gt;and there are still bags that need to be dropped off at goodwill&lt;br /&gt;baseboards that desperately need to be washed&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but believe that i have accomplished &lt;br /&gt;and done everything that i needed to do over this break&lt;br /&gt;which was to just be mom and take in all the moments &lt;br /&gt;i could while the boys were here&lt;br /&gt;listening and watching all that kennedy does&lt;br /&gt;learning more about her growing personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house will always need cleaning&lt;br /&gt;something will always need to be repaired&lt;br /&gt;those things aren't going away&lt;br /&gt;but the days and minutes that i have to take in a conversation with a 2 year old&lt;br /&gt;or 13 year old&lt;br /&gt;and even my very soon to be 18year old step son&lt;br /&gt;those moments do pass by and i can not get those moments back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BW5UzGs3C80/TzU79s50QfI/AAAAAAAABg0/Yn648OI3dbo/s1600/1.28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BW5UzGs3C80/TzU79s50QfI/AAAAAAAABg0/Yn648OI3dbo/s640/1.28.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have thought and thought about resolutions for the past week&lt;br /&gt;while i have many things that i want to accomplish &lt;br /&gt;one thing is sitting heavy on my heart that i really want to work on and accomplish&lt;br /&gt;and i know one person in particular will really appreciate this resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, since i about to make known to the blog world and be held accountable&lt;br /&gt;i, in 2012, want to learn to be a better listener&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be honest&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to do it&lt;br /&gt;i love to engage in conversation and i always have something to say&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like there has been alot i haven't heard &lt;br /&gt;because i haven't really heard what has been shared with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest part that i will have to learn in my resolution&lt;br /&gt;is to slow down&lt;br /&gt;if i slow down then i can hear what is being said to me&lt;br /&gt;not just the surface talk&lt;br /&gt;but i can hear what is trying to be shared or opened to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaBpMSC74dM/TzU7_DRaBqI/AAAAAAAABg8/T46yrrw8xsY/s1600/1.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaBpMSC74dM/TzU7_DRaBqI/AAAAAAAABg8/T46yrrw8xsY/s640/1.19.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know myself, and i know this will be a struggle...but i also know that if this is something &lt;br /&gt;that i need and something that i ask God to help me with&lt;br /&gt;then it will be accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheers to a new year&lt;br /&gt;new resolutions&lt;br /&gt;and for me to listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7144115285791186989?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7144115285791186989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1496882952080061354</id><published>2012-02-09T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:25:00.185-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>wednesday thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;a friend of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;whom i just happen to be lucky enough to work with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;has a a daily calendar with some of the best thoughts and quotes&lt;/div&gt;i love the fact that our minds are typically in the same place so she will share these with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_n4AJxIs_bU/TzKfhGblJuI/AAAAAAAABgU/8fTO7TsnSBM/s1600/DSC_5639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_n4AJxIs_bU/TzKfhGblJuI/AAAAAAAABgU/8fTO7TsnSBM/s640/DSC_5639.JPG" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;this morning she brought me one that hit the nail on the head&lt;/div&gt;it's something that has been a struggle for me&lt;br /&gt;a struggle that i realize and one that i am working on&lt;br /&gt;one topic that is actually in a draft discussion just waiting to be posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the daily thought&lt;br /&gt;"when our mood is high, rather than beleiveing that others &lt;br /&gt;are doing better than we are, or even spending energy comparing ourselves to them,&lt;br /&gt;we realize that we are all on different paths,&lt;br /&gt;doing the best we can.&amp;nbsp; instead of complaining that making money is hard work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;we get a kick out of the entire process and see new ways to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;create abundance for ourselves and others"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlyltuRwHZw/TzKfm9TNdBI/AAAAAAAABgc/1T2xka9bdXQ/s1600/DSC_5645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RlyltuRwHZw/TzKfm9TNdBI/AAAAAAAABgc/1T2xka9bdXQ/s640/DSC_5645.JPG" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLLCOsatQDQ/TzKfxfaXl6I/AAAAAAAABgk/dJ5qjACkz5w/s1600/DSC_5643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLLCOsatQDQ/TzKfxfaXl6I/AAAAAAAABgk/dJ5qjACkz5w/s640/DSC_5643.JPG" width="640px" /&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/7485093345672265545-1496882952080061354?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1496882952080061354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=1496882952080061354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1496882952080061354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1496882952080061354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2012/02/wednesday-thought.html' title='wednesday thought'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_n4AJxIs_bU/TzKfhGblJuI/AAAAAAAABgU/8fTO7TsnSBM/s72-c/DSC_5639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-5762250240987279028</id><published>2012-02-03T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:06:46.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>new year beginning in february</title><content type='html'>i'm late&lt;br /&gt;nothing new there&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to even go back and recap all the past moments&lt;br /&gt;that have been memorable, fun and even stressful&lt;br /&gt;but starting today, february 1st&lt;br /&gt;i will start my new of blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing new and exciting&lt;br /&gt;probably more boring than anything&lt;br /&gt;because i want to use it more to capture &lt;br /&gt;with documentation of kennedy and all the fun and not so fun things that happen&lt;br /&gt;life is so busy that i do not want to forget &lt;br /&gt;nor overlook anything &lt;br /&gt;so even if i have to place a title and just a picture as a post&lt;br /&gt;then so be it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i will not recap everything since christmas&lt;br /&gt;i will just post a few memorable event pictures of the past 2 months, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-5762250240987279028?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5762250240987279028/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1973124974014832397</id><published>2011-12-20T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T21:14:19.483-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays;traditions'/><title type='text'>cookies with nana</title><content type='html'>a few weeks ago we spent a friday evening at nana's&lt;br /&gt;it consisted of lots of sugar, flour, icing, sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;it was a a little bit of chaos&lt;br /&gt;mixed with 3 kiddos&lt;br /&gt;3 adults &lt;br /&gt;in an old 1965 ranch style kitchen&lt;br /&gt;at one point i told my sister we actually move around each other really good in this kitchen&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was on food network &lt;br /&gt;yelling "behind ya"..."oven open"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LNyEPZr14E/TvFMYM4PYaI/AAAAAAAABbw/lQ2OFRLuDNA/s1600/DSCN0754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LNyEPZr14E/TvFMYM4PYaI/AAAAAAAABbw/lQ2OFRLuDNA/s640/DSCN0754.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk0XIXdrCK0/TvFMc1qvnzI/AAAAAAAABb4/gUyZHzk61pM/s1600/DSCN0756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk0XIXdrCK0/TvFMc1qvnzI/AAAAAAAABb4/gUyZHzk61pM/s640/DSCN0756.JPG" width="640px" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIOqKqCIGmI/TvFNE1Oh3RI/AAAAAAAABcw/FmwQbM9COO8/s1600/DSCN0770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIOqKqCIGmI/TvFNE1Oh3RI/AAAAAAAABcw/FmwQbM9COO8/s640/DSCN0770.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm one lucky girl to have the mom and sister that i have &lt;br /&gt;to share all these times with and make the memories i am able to make with kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures tell more than my words can&lt;br /&gt;i failed to bring my good camera...again&lt;br /&gt;so the little point and shoot will have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get in the kitchen and make some memories with the ones you love &lt;br /&gt;trust me...you will have so much fun you won't even notice the mess being made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/12/cookies-with-nana.html' title='cookies with nana'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3LNyEPZr14E/TvFMYM4PYaI/AAAAAAAABbw/lQ2OFRLuDNA/s72-c/DSCN0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-7176432408418304228</id><published>2011-12-10T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:29:22.677-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays;traditions'/><title type='text'>memories of christmas decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;there are so many things that i remember as a child at christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i truly believe christmas memories are ones that are held onto for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;we may not remember everything about starting kindergarten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;but i can guarantee you can remember what the man with the red coat brought you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i remember, as if it were yesterday, that i never slept on christmas eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and i mean i never shut my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i've always been one that can not concentrate or relax when i am excited for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;still to this day if something big or exciting is approaching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i get all worked up and anxious, in a good way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;thinking back on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;santa must have waited a really long time before he came to our house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;hoping that i would be asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;poor santa, i bet you were really tired staying up so late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this year as i put out christmas decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;there are certain things that i love about decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;certain ornaments or displays that bring such joy to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and memories that are refreshed in my mind as soon as i see them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;my mother has 3 particular christmas decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;that i absolutely loved when she brought them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i recently called to ask my mother is she still had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;some of the items that stand out in my mind as a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;as i was told mice in the attic may have gotten the best of mrs. clause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i still held onto hope that the lighted christmas tree may be found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;with some determination hunting around the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjFGKwaHD-o/TuJfpl8wPhI/AAAAAAAABbk/LKljuLt14Xw/s1600/Christmas+tree+vintage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjFGKwaHD-o/TuJfpl8wPhI/AAAAAAAABbk/LKljuLt14Xw/s320/Christmas+tree+vintage.jpg" width="284px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i've already placed a few of the items &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;just in case they are not located&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and i will continue to be on the hunt throughout the year for the bottle brush trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;at garage sales, flea markets, antique stores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5uRwCh22Rk/TuI11nNcnGI/AAAAAAAABbE/1LlRdwnocf8/s1600/bottle+brush+christmas+trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5uRwCh22Rk/TuI11nNcnGI/AAAAAAAABbE/1LlRdwnocf8/s640/bottle+brush+christmas+trees.jpg" width="490px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i want to have things that my daughter will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;be able to call me about one day to ask if i still have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i want to be able to hand her a piece of her childhood to share with her children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;we have this old faded santa clause that hands in the bay window of our kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it is number one to twenty-five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;each day of december a reindeer is placed in that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;until you have made the journey to christmas day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;my thirteen year old step son, still to this day will move the reindeer to the correct spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i debated even putting the thing up this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;the red is faded to a rosy color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;otis obviously got a hold of the reindeer at one point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;but it's a tradition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;if santa's mice did get a hold of mrs clause and her apron to hold our candy canes&lt;br /&gt;i know where to find her&lt;br /&gt;it may not be my mother's but i can be sure to make it a tradition&lt;br /&gt;and a special memory in our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-71PFBCjHM/TuJfpR07RoI/AAAAAAAABbc/2jpzgkR2rwA/s1600/annalee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-71PFBCjHM/TuJfpR07RoI/AAAAAAAABbc/2jpzgkR2rwA/s640/annalee.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings from my memories to yours,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7176432408418304228?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7176432408418304228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=7176432408418304228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7176432408418304228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7176432408418304228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/12/memories-of-christmas-decor.html' title='memories of christmas decor'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjFGKwaHD-o/TuJfpl8wPhI/AAAAAAAABbk/LKljuLt14Xw/s72-c/Christmas+tree+vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3940613814987688746</id><published>2011-12-07T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:19:44.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>generations</title><content type='html'>for weeks i have planned to take all the women close to me&lt;br /&gt;to the annual showing of the &lt;a href="http://www.radiocitychristmas.com/"&gt;rockettes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in amazement as these beautiful girls are &lt;br /&gt;in complete sync with one another&lt;br /&gt;knowing the discipline that it has taken to dance on this level&lt;br /&gt;to have this physique of a dancer&lt;br /&gt;it's incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tp5hnqApfyY/Tt_AzpBrKGI/AAAAAAAABaw/h6SLgWBDDGw/s1600/DSC_4530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tp5hnqApfyY/Tt_AzpBrKGI/AAAAAAAABaw/h6SLgWBDDGw/s640/DSC_4530.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each year i have taken my mother, my sister, my grandmother and sister in law&lt;br /&gt;this year my sister in law happen to be in alabama with her family&lt;br /&gt;i debated on taking kennedy&lt;br /&gt;is she too young?&amp;nbsp; will she sit still?&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm showing is 30 minutes shy of her routine bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz_eqUdsgdM/Tt_AR36_hDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/ota1wqTxXPs/s1600/DSC_4572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz_eqUdsgdM/Tt_AR36_hDI/AAAAAAAABZ4/ota1wqTxXPs/s640/DSC_4572.JPG" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got her a ticket just in case &lt;br /&gt;one evening she ran into the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;yelling for me to look&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the tv and saw the commercial for the Music City Rockettes&lt;br /&gt;that was all i needed to convince me to take her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that moment until last night we have heard&lt;br /&gt;"when we go to rockettes"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;watching her hold a chair and swing her leg &lt;br /&gt;explaining to us that she was indeed a "rockette"&lt;br /&gt;what made it even more special was to be able to take my 91 year old grandmother&lt;br /&gt;who just a year ago we didn't think would make it out of the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8zJXiTGInA/Tt_AU3ZGBeI/AAAAAAAABaA/LdpmNGdlAzk/s1600/Kennedy+Grandma+outisde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h8zJXiTGInA/Tt_AU3ZGBeI/AAAAAAAABaA/LdpmNGdlAzk/s640/Kennedy+Grandma+outisde.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this woman is a pistol&lt;br /&gt;sharp as a knife&lt;br /&gt;guarantee that she will always smell of Chanel Coco perfume&lt;br /&gt;lips will be stained with a soft lipstick&lt;br /&gt;heels...not high heels but heels&lt;br /&gt;and stylin in the some duds that are so not a 91 year old grandma&lt;br /&gt;i love her so much&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that i can be even an ounce of everything that she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the excitement of my little girl along with the excitement of a much more mature woman&lt;br /&gt;i probably missed some of the show from watching the faces of kennedy and my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFQjbC55ZFc/Tt_Acf29gEI/AAAAAAAABaQ/jwWEWmR3rzs/s1600/4+Generations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472px" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lFQjbC55ZFc/Tt_Acf29gEI/AAAAAAAABaQ/jwWEWmR3rzs/s640/4+Generations.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i can't put into words how much i enjoyed last night&lt;br /&gt;or how excited i was&lt;br /&gt;or even how amazing these girls called rockettes are&lt;br /&gt;i do know how thankful i am that i had, once again, the opportunity to take them &lt;br /&gt;and make this memory is such a blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqiwg7uIWIA/Tt_AaPioWnI/AAAAAAAABaI/lWI6y5U8ES0/s1600/Kennedy+outside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqiwg7uIWIA/Tt_AaPioWnI/AAAAAAAABaI/lWI6y5U8ES0/s640/Kennedy+outside.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTwAHfYvvFM/Tt_AgMAaVaI/AAAAAAAABaY/cGv5W6kFoUE/s1600/DSC_4564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eTwAHfYvvFM/Tt_AgMAaVaI/AAAAAAAABaY/cGv5W6kFoUE/s640/DSC_4564.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeBg3VSFDl4/Tt_AjPm7wgI/AAAAAAAABag/pRZrlVs_RP4/s1600/DSC_4557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CeBg3VSFDl4/Tt_AjPm7wgI/AAAAAAAABag/pRZrlVs_RP4/s640/DSC_4557.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiuxGl0daU/Tt_AyTXZ6BI/AAAAAAAABao/vKdxWevf6O4/s1600/DSC_4552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuiuxGl0daU/Tt_AyTXZ6BI/AAAAAAAABao/vKdxWevf6O4/s640/DSC_4552.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTsbDwdshY0/Tt_A1CaxkZI/AAAAAAAABa4/y_W4UmOwdNw/s1600/DSC_4535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTsbDwdshY0/Tt_A1CaxkZI/AAAAAAAABa4/y_W4UmOwdNw/s640/DSC_4535.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't been&lt;br /&gt;i highly suggest you take the time to go&lt;br /&gt;it will definitely put you even more in the christmas spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3940613814987688746?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3940613814987688746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3940613814987688746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3940613814987688746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3940613814987688746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/12/generations.html' title='generations'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tp5hnqApfyY/Tt_AzpBrKGI/AAAAAAAABaw/h6SLgWBDDGw/s72-c/DSC_4530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3529173509676737000</id><published>2011-12-02T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:15:11.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>things missing</title><content type='html'>i disappeared for a month&lt;br /&gt;while i continually thought about topics for the blog&lt;br /&gt;and have hundreds of pictures that can be shared&lt;br /&gt;i never took the few minutes to collect thoughts and type them out&lt;br /&gt;strangely, i have felt the effects of it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little blog is my outlet&lt;br /&gt;and i have realized that this blog along with my prayers&lt;br /&gt;clears all the jumbled thoughts and worries i have&lt;br /&gt;i was also reminded over the thanksgiving holiday &lt;br /&gt;how much kennedy will appreciate having this to look back on one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i jump back in feet first&lt;br /&gt;be warned that pictures may not actually go along with the post&lt;br /&gt;(i haven't even put anything up with kennedy's adorable angelina ballerina costume or zach's freddy cruder mask)&lt;br /&gt;things may even be a bit jumbled and hard to follow&lt;br /&gt;as i play catch up and try to release some built up thoughts that &lt;br /&gt;are a constant in my mind&lt;br /&gt;all while making the most and enjoying the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3529173509676737000?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3529173509676737000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3529173509676737000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3529173509676737000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3529173509676737000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-missing.html' title='things missing'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1571470599452557183</id><published>2011-10-23T06:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T07:36:15.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>shackles</title><content type='html'>the video at the end of this blog&lt;br /&gt;has a song that i just love&lt;br /&gt;i love the beat&lt;br /&gt;turning it up in the car and just singing with kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other &amp;nbsp;morning when it came on&lt;br /&gt;i didn't turn it up quite so loud&lt;br /&gt;my lips stayed closed&lt;br /&gt;and i listened more intently to the words and thought about the "removal of shackles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Nc6LS3EUas/TqMi2wWSnHI/AAAAAAAABW8/lFRxLbN5Lv4/s1600/CSC_3666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Nc6LS3EUas/TqMi2wWSnHI/AAAAAAAABW8/lFRxLbN5Lv4/s640/CSC_3666.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about what shackles i have&lt;br /&gt;what keeps me from sharing my joyous things that God has blessed me with&lt;br /&gt;sharing the triumphs of the things HE has brought me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i immediately thought about my mother&lt;br /&gt;whom i know she will disagree&lt;br /&gt;but to me has no shackles, or at least any i can notice&lt;br /&gt;from as long back as my mind will allow me to remember&lt;br /&gt;my mother has seldom let a chance slip that she didn't mention&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' name to someone &lt;br /&gt;that she didn't invite someone to church&lt;br /&gt;or times that she didn't tell someone she would pray for them&lt;br /&gt;and if she said she would pray for you&lt;br /&gt;consider it done&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is she is so subtle and quiet with such a powerful impact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqBluEo36eE/TqMi4ZuYQmI/AAAAAAAABXE/YR1oaqx-D9s/s1600/DSC_3627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqBluEo36eE/TqMi4ZuYQmI/AAAAAAAABXE/YR1oaqx-D9s/s640/DSC_3627.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEAknC9jOAA/TqMi74EpyuI/AAAAAAAABXM/1WHz2N7Mg8I/s1600/DSC_3638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEAknC9jOAA/TqMi74EpyuI/AAAAAAAABXM/1WHz2N7Mg8I/s640/DSC_3638.JPG" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwvNs0XtWr8/TqMi9mfWZCI/AAAAAAAABXU/7vgvSFdmg0s/s1600/DSC_3641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dwvNs0XtWr8/TqMi9mfWZCI/AAAAAAAABXU/7vgvSFdmg0s/s640/DSC_3641.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGOAjZRti2U/TqMjADKYA-I/AAAAAAAABXc/JR-fhRg7NMY/s1600/DSC_3644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGOAjZRti2U/TqMjADKYA-I/AAAAAAAABXc/JR-fhRg7NMY/s640/DSC_3644.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will keep it very real and honest&lt;br /&gt;it use to embarrass me growing up, even going to a private christian school&lt;br /&gt;i would think, "mom, just don't get all bible on them"&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been until i have had a home of children&lt;br /&gt;been blessed to be a mother&lt;br /&gt;and of course become a little older and somewhat wiser&lt;br /&gt;that i realize what a blessing it was to have a mother that didn't have those shackles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know in this day of age everyone is so worried about offending someone&lt;br /&gt;but isn't that just another&amp;nbsp;tactic that is used by the ultimate liar of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realized in most of the blogs that i read and/or follow&lt;br /&gt;that there isn't a post that goes by that HE is not lifted or praised&lt;br /&gt;they use their blog, whether they realize it or not, to reach others&lt;br /&gt;by sharing even the smallest of HIS WORD to others&lt;br /&gt;while i will probably leave this post in draft for weeks&lt;br /&gt;worried about what someone will say or think &lt;br /&gt;my mind travels to all the things in my life that i shouldn't have done &lt;br /&gt;or things i shouldn't have said&lt;br /&gt;that people know about&lt;br /&gt;which just reminds me of how much i fail everyday in the way i live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to work on &lt;br /&gt;praying that my shackles are removed and i can move as freely as they mention in this sound&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm the only one that feels this way&lt;br /&gt;and i promise i'm not trying to be a downer&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy and feel blessed &lt;br /&gt;and know great things are happening&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want to be that person that doesn't share any of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7ORxcdunFQ/TqMjB417-oI/AAAAAAAABXk/DpZn9Qqu8U4/s1600/DSC_3659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a7ORxcdunFQ/TqMjB417-oI/AAAAAAAABXk/DpZn9Qqu8U4/s640/DSC_3659.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_pAJUUQkOs/TqMjChIsWOI/AAAAAAAABXs/Ok0ubKG6vhU/s1600/DSC_3668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S_pAJUUQkOs/TqMjChIsWOI/AAAAAAAABXs/Ok0ubKG6vhU/s640/DSC_3668.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are quit to complain and talk about all that is wrong&lt;br /&gt;but are slow to praise HIM for our blessings&lt;br /&gt;recoveries&lt;br /&gt;answered prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to sharing more blessings and answered prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/V7eZD3TKn_M/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7eZD3TKn_M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7eZD3TKn_M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1571470599452557183?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1571470599452557183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=1571470599452557183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1571470599452557183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1571470599452557183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/10/shackles.html' title='shackles'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Nc6LS3EUas/TqMi2wWSnHI/AAAAAAAABW8/lFRxLbN5Lv4/s72-c/CSC_3666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-2577205041078947229</id><published>2011-10-22T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:05:54.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>flour, sugar and sprinkles OH MY</title><content type='html'>i have fun doing anything with kennedy&lt;br /&gt;seriously, brushing teeth is fun with that kid&lt;br /&gt;she is at the age where her personality just is jumping out at the seams&lt;br /&gt;and i honestly never quite know what is going to come out of that mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning as i was preparing to gather things for dinner that night&lt;br /&gt;i ran across all of my "fall" sprinkles &lt;br /&gt;found some sugar cookie mix&lt;br /&gt;pulled out all the fall/halloween cookie cutters&lt;br /&gt;thinking - i'll give this a shot&lt;br /&gt;convinced i would do this alone and the cookies would be stale&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have frosting&lt;br /&gt;so to google i went&lt;br /&gt;and what i came up with was something just fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t, kennedy and i sat down for dinner&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't too keen on eating alot of chili (like she normally does)&lt;br /&gt;since she is working on allergies or a cold&lt;br /&gt;but once i mentioned "cookies"&lt;br /&gt;she came to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXbL7GjH9cU/TqMgmM72t-I/AAAAAAAABVU/Wnsu664f2Xc/s1600/DSC_3703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXbL7GjH9cU/TqMgmM72t-I/AAAAAAAABVU/Wnsu664f2Xc/s640/DSC_3703.JPG" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYP9GwAC6tE/TqMguRrSXRI/AAAAAAAABVc/zvuzM_3a2TM/s1600/DSC_3706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYP9GwAC6tE/TqMguRrSXRI/AAAAAAAABVc/zvuzM_3a2TM/s640/DSC_3706.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to go step by step of the events&lt;br /&gt;but this little girl provided me with so much fun and laughter&lt;br /&gt;i didn't care how much flour was over the place or on me&lt;br /&gt;at one point she sat down to wipe off the sprinkles off her feet because our kitchen floor was covered&lt;br /&gt;she was very adamant about using the cookie cutters and knew all of the shapes/animals&lt;br /&gt;and i might add that she rocked out the apron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each sprinkle was placed in the exact spot she wanted&lt;br /&gt;and she gave great concentration to this part of the decorating&lt;br /&gt;once the cookies were ready to try&lt;br /&gt;she was completely more interested in the frosting we had made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyaudZUU_Xs/TqMgwZAQQMI/AAAAAAAABVk/sOmpgTuocxU/s1600/DSC_3712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyaudZUU_Xs/TqMgwZAQQMI/AAAAAAAABVk/sOmpgTuocxU/s640/DSC_3712.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdNAX8EghoM/TqMg2zaayTI/AAAAAAAABV8/JuB0JBSdR3w/s1600/DSC_3731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdNAX8EghoM/TqMg2zaayTI/AAAAAAAABV8/JuB0JBSdR3w/s640/DSC_3731.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds silly&lt;br /&gt;but i laid down that night thanking the lord for allowing us to have that time to make cookies&lt;br /&gt;for slowing me down&lt;br /&gt;for removing the OCD in me to keep the kitchen clean while i cook&lt;br /&gt;to see the eagerness in my daughter to be involved and learn&lt;br /&gt;to just be a kid&lt;br /&gt;experiencing the great joys of motherhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0XY-CphLbrg/TqMg7plAcgI/AAAAAAAABWE/64Lww8u3rPo/s1600/DSC_3740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHNXHv9uYfw/TqMhJw0aCJI/AAAAAAAABWs/gpecZluSE2w/s1600/DSC_3768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XHNXHv9uYfw/TqMhJw0aCJI/AAAAAAAABWs/gpecZluSE2w/s640/DSC_3768.JPG" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i plopped her straight in the tub&lt;br /&gt;i told t&lt;br /&gt;"i always have fun with her...but that is the most fun i've had with her so far"&lt;br /&gt;i could hear t quietly as we made the cookies &lt;br /&gt;and watched his eyes as i let flour soar in the air&lt;br /&gt;frosting and sprinkles cover our clothes and hair&lt;br /&gt;the messier the better, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not wait for more adventures in the kitchen with her&lt;br /&gt;this is sure to be a time for some major mommy/daughter bonding&lt;br /&gt;*cheaper than shoe shopping bonding) which we still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu2uVLT21qs/TqMhK258G7I/AAAAAAAABW0/dCr5mhJJkAw/s1600/DSC_3778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu2uVLT21qs/TqMhK258G7I/AAAAAAAABW0/dCr5mhJJkAw/s640/DSC_3778.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next batter of cookies&lt;br /&gt;we send you blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-2577205041078947229?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2577205041078947229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=2577205041078947229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2577205041078947229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2577205041078947229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/10/flour-sugar-and-sprinkles-oh-my.html' title='flour, sugar and sprinkles OH MY'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXbL7GjH9cU/TqMgmM72t-I/AAAAAAAABVU/Wnsu664f2Xc/s72-c/DSC_3703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-9048083598582505435</id><published>2011-10-06T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T06:00:12.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>reminded</title><content type='html'>there is a blog (check out&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://paigeknudsen.blogspot.com/"&gt;paige&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;) i read daily that inspires me &lt;br /&gt;to be the best mom i can be&lt;br /&gt;to make things special for each event or accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;inspires me to be close and have respect for kids&lt;br /&gt;it makes me long for a closer relationship with teenagers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr-9X1Gn5-k/TotS-ZWcWWI/AAAAAAAABU0/3s-hzLWtgMg/s1600/DSCN0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr-9X1Gn5-k/TotS-ZWcWWI/AAAAAAAABU0/3s-hzLWtgMg/s640/DSCN0510.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like lately i find myself reminding T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;along with reminding myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we, once too, were teenagers&lt;br /&gt;i, too, was probably never&amp;nbsp;home (or wanted to be)&lt;br /&gt;but found myself often nestled in the home of my best girl friends&lt;br /&gt;when i was with my family or parents&lt;br /&gt;i was rushing to do whatever it was they had planned &lt;br /&gt;so i could get out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i was always trying to think of a way to get out of the family things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;or finding a way to incorporate my friends into the family things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0jyl83ZQoM/To0BQl0OlHI/AAAAAAAABVE/mW5m7PIy930/s1600/CSC_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0jyl83ZQoM/To0BQl0OlHI/AAAAAAAABVE/mW5m7PIy930/s640/CSC_1149.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh4tDQR9OXs/To0B6ex_-SI/AAAAAAAABVI/KczlJ_TTp9U/s1600/DSC_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh4tDQR9OXs/To0B6ex_-SI/AAAAAAAABVI/KczlJ_TTp9U/s640/DSC_1148.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as i try to remember this stage&lt;br /&gt;and that is exactly what it is, a stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i can't help but desire more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i wouldn't trade anything for the marriage and family i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;it has taught me more about God's union of marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and how sacred it is&lt;/div&gt;how it is a union blessed by God that should be not be forsaken&lt;br /&gt;i understand more clearly the obstacles of when a marriage is broken&lt;br /&gt;i feel the often&amp;nbsp;pain and pressures&amp;nbsp;everyday of it's outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to feel connected to your child's friends and their parents &lt;br /&gt;when you aren't in the same community&lt;br /&gt;you don't run into them at the grocery&lt;br /&gt;or see them at the bank, post office, ect.&lt;br /&gt;you are completely out of the loop on any gossip surrounding the other kids and events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you do get time with your "teenager" to connect&lt;br /&gt;to hear about what is going on&lt;br /&gt;with efforts of trying to be involved&lt;br /&gt;you are in a constant battle with the other person on the receiving end of the text messages&lt;br /&gt;you're repeating yourself &lt;br /&gt;asking the same questions because a text was coming in&lt;br /&gt;or being responded too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try my best to remember how i was as a teenager&lt;br /&gt;while i didn't have texting&lt;br /&gt;i did have phone glued to my ear&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still in debate what is worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also reminded that as i was into my first year of college&lt;br /&gt;and really HAD to grow up&lt;br /&gt;because i had to fend alot for myself while away at school&lt;br /&gt;i longed for time with my family &lt;br /&gt;i loved the conversations that i had around the dinner table&lt;br /&gt;the break&amp;nbsp;from friends and coming home to something that was comfortable &lt;br /&gt;where i could be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i watched kennedy snuggled up beside Z this weekend&lt;br /&gt;sharing crackers and cheese&lt;br /&gt;reading books to one another&lt;br /&gt;i wanted the moment to freeze&lt;br /&gt;shortly, even as the next morning came&lt;br /&gt;the sound of a 2 year old girl &lt;br /&gt;repeating her brother's names wouldn't be as sweet to them as the evening before&lt;br /&gt;her wanting to play with them wouldn't be as interesting&lt;br /&gt;i've learned to take it as it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6I2FVVH4T4k/To0CHVQ-89I/AAAAAAAABVM/eApvcL8gYmc/s1600/DSCN0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6I2FVVH4T4k/To0CHVQ-89I/AAAAAAAABVM/eApvcL8gYmc/s640/DSCN0170.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've &lt;strike&gt;learned&lt;/strike&gt; learning&amp;nbsp;teenage hormones and the up's and downs&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking the time i get and trying to make the most&lt;br /&gt;giving space and friends/freedom when it's needed&lt;br /&gt;but still desiring for them to have the desire to be all about family&lt;br /&gt;(i can keep dreaming, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know in&amp;nbsp;a few short months&lt;br /&gt;a child that entered my life 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;will legally be an adult&lt;br /&gt;but still just a child&lt;br /&gt;that will always need his father and mother&lt;br /&gt;and will have a stepmother and stepfather that is always willing to be there&lt;br /&gt;parents that will let him go when he wants to &lt;br /&gt;but will always be there waiting when they need to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miN9dFljFyw/TotTF-exUoI/AAAAAAAABU4/Rl6IhRkwnzU/s1600/DSCN0407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miN9dFljFyw/TotTF-exUoI/AAAAAAAABU4/Rl6IhRkwnzU/s640/DSCN0407.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and whoever said babies/toddlers were hard&lt;/div&gt;obviously hasn't had adventures with teenagers yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but worth every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-9048083598582505435?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9048083598582505435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=9048083598582505435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/9048083598582505435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/9048083598582505435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/10/reminded.html' title='reminded'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr-9X1Gn5-k/TotS-ZWcWWI/AAAAAAAABU0/3s-hzLWtgMg/s72-c/DSCN0510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-5626333204526905822</id><published>2011-10-05T12:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:00:02.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>push through...anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i felt completely defeated this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i felt like satan was winning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and i should just give up and quit trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i wanted to sit in the floor and just cry/scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;act like a child and throw a fit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;but as i looked at my sleeping daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;who is so innocent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and has nothing to worry about other than what toy to play with at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God quickly showed me through her peaceful resting body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;that i have to continue to push forward and do the right thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm so thankful the past few sermons and Sunday School lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;have been on topics that are about living God's will for your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and how we make doing the right thing much more difficult than it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;all of those sermons and lessons flashed in my head this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i quickly dried my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;put on my armour of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;woke up my precious angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and began to tackle the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it's unfortunate that people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and family will hurt you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it's unfortunate that there are so many people in this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;that are selfish with themselves and their time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it's unfortunate the blessings that people miss out on by just doing the right thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;as i was listening to the fish this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this song came on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;one i'm sure we have all heard on many stations of the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and i just quietly said to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"thank you Lord"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i will keep pushing through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;with HIS help i will continue to try and do the right thing reaching out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;to the ones that hurt us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;because i have someone on my side that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;will not be defeated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and i hope you do too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;blessings and enjoy this amazing video and song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5626333204526905822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5626333204526905822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/10/push-throughanyway.html' title='push through...anyway'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-2071323574960743417</id><published>2011-10-01T08:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T08:47:11.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chilvary'/><title type='text'>chivalry...rare to find</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#263. Accept chivalry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;When your father and I started dating, I was shocked by the way he held every door for me and grasped my hand when I stepped off a low curb. Despite being secretly smitten by these gestures, in my self-righteous youth, I responded with ridiculous assertions that I could do it myself. I kept up this charade until the day he bluntly told me to lay off. He knew I was perfectly capable of the simple task of opening a door; he just wanted to do it for me! Then and now, I revel in your father’s dedication to old-fashioned chivalry: He still walks to the passenger side of the car to open the door for me; he refuses to allow me to carry heavy things; and he insists that I wrap myself in his coat, even though I knew it would be a cold night and left my warm jacket at home because it didn’t coordinate with my dress. This is what’s known as gallantry. Know that you aren’t entitled to it, and you can’t expect it, but in those rare cases when you find it beating down your door, embrace it! Also, thank your father for showing you how it’s done."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found at &lt;a href="http://www.prudentadviceformybabydaughter.com/"&gt;http://www.prudentadviceformybabydaughter.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess if you are a mother of boys&lt;br /&gt;you hope and pray this is what your young son will grow to be&lt;br /&gt;if you have daughters &lt;br /&gt;you PRAY that they will find the rare man that still has chivalry qualities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2Spf1WuQs/TocY9pf7leI/AAAAAAAABUw/wb9iH2-a2W0/s1600/Chilvary+viii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2Spf1WuQs/TocY9pf7leI/AAAAAAAABUw/wb9iH2-a2W0/s640/Chilvary+viii.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any dating that took place before thomas&lt;br /&gt;was with "teeny" boppers&lt;br /&gt;i was still on the verge of leaving "teeny bopper" stage dates&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i wouldn't even really call them dates&lt;br /&gt;it was more of hanging out&lt;br /&gt;consisted of sitting in my parent's driveway just talking&lt;br /&gt;maybe a movie with a group of people&lt;br /&gt;and you always met there&lt;br /&gt;or you were hanging out as a group at a friend's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgEwIUjHq3s/TocYhACeAxI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IY-msBX4mME/s1600/Chilvary+v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgEwIUjHq3s/TocYhACeAxI/AAAAAAAABUQ/IY-msBX4mME/s640/Chilvary+v.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHjmk-dQMVg/TocYjwH7qQI/AAAAAAAABUU/XW8t76bU2r4/s1600/Chilvary+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHjmk-dQMVg/TocYjwH7qQI/AAAAAAAABUU/XW8t76bU2r4/s640/Chilvary+II.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHmMPlGI10U/TocYlF5L3LI/AAAAAAAABUY/kyNzGB09c_s/s1600/Chilvary+III.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHmMPlGI10U/TocYlF5L3LI/AAAAAAAABUY/kyNzGB09c_s/s640/Chilvary+III.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked to think i was pretty "strong" as a female&lt;br /&gt;i didn't need the door opened&lt;br /&gt;and especially if someone ordered my food for me&lt;br /&gt;so it was a shocker when T and I &lt;br /&gt;really started to seriously date &lt;br /&gt;that he ordered my dinner&lt;br /&gt;my chair was pulled out&lt;br /&gt;the door was always opened for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ot-sPbtDCsA/TocYmhmP5UI/AAAAAAAABUc/E_kcMoMo3mY/s1600/Chilvary+IV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ot-sPbtDCsA/TocYmhmP5UI/AAAAAAAABUc/E_kcMoMo3mY/s640/Chilvary+IV.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXdsf1C4buQ/TocYpVrlZ8I/AAAAAAAABUk/3_LDRGV_u9c/s1600/Chilvary+vi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXdsf1C4buQ/TocYpVrlZ8I/AAAAAAAABUk/3_LDRGV_u9c/s640/Chilvary+vi.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even now - after 9 years of marriage&lt;br /&gt;he still shows those same qualities&lt;br /&gt;i don't get everything i ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful for that&lt;br /&gt;because when i am showered with a present&lt;br /&gt;or something thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;it means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V81pB1d2BHg/TocYtDu9-QI/AAAAAAAABUo/wXp5Kz-A9Ec/s1600/Chilvary+vii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V81pB1d2BHg/TocYtDu9-QI/AAAAAAAABUo/wXp5Kz-A9Ec/s640/Chilvary+vii.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old high school friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;posted this on facebook the other day&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure i i gave a loud AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need to teach our daughters to distinguish between a man who flatters her- and a man who compliments her. A man who spends money on her- and a man who invests in her. A man who views her as property- and a man who views her properly. A man who lusts after her-and a man who loves her. A man who believes he is God's gift to women- and a man who remembers a woman was God's gift to man...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping all you moms &lt;br /&gt;with beautiful daughters find a man of chivalry&lt;br /&gt;and mothers with sons&lt;br /&gt;hope you have men of chivalry for our daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-2071323574960743417?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2071323574960743417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=2071323574960743417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2071323574960743417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2071323574960743417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/10/chivalryrare-to-find.html' title='chivalry...rare to find'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pO2Spf1WuQs/TocY9pf7leI/AAAAAAAABUw/wb9iH2-a2W0/s72-c/Chilvary+viii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-5755154568254477204</id><published>2011-09-30T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T08:52:24.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><title type='text'>i'm here...</title><content type='html'>i'm so behind in blogs&lt;br /&gt;there are loads of post in draft&lt;br /&gt;that are just waiting to have the "publish" button pushed&lt;br /&gt;life is busy but it's great &lt;br /&gt;being blessed by helping others and giving others in need some of my time&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, blog world gets neglected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend&lt;br /&gt;i'm making a point to loads some pictures&lt;br /&gt;and hit publish on a few post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to push through this friday &lt;br /&gt;with very tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;with a thankful attitude &lt;br /&gt;of this beautiful day &lt;br /&gt;crisp fall weather&lt;br /&gt;and a healthy family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the day with a positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-5755154568254477204?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5755154568254477204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=5755154568254477204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5755154568254477204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5755154568254477204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-here.html' title='i&apos;m here...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3791906521884032430</id><published>2011-09-11T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:10:37.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>remembering</title><content type='html'>as i sat in sunday school this morning&lt;br /&gt;reminded of how the nation cried out for prayers&lt;br /&gt;on this same day 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;how there was such a desire for God's mercy on &lt;br /&gt;families, our children and most importantly our country&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how 10 years later on this same day&lt;br /&gt;our schools are not allowed to have prayer&lt;br /&gt;before sporting events there is no longer prayer&lt;br /&gt;rarely will you hear our president, if you even do, mention to name of Jesus or God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sit here 10 years later&lt;br /&gt;and talk about how messed up the world is&lt;br /&gt;how times are so bad&lt;br /&gt;the destruction that is taking place&lt;br /&gt;and we really don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;do we hear anyone begging for the prayers and for God's mercy &lt;br /&gt;as we did the day of the terrible attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to always keep the memory of this day&lt;br /&gt;but more importantly&lt;br /&gt;i always want to keep the need for prayer&lt;br /&gt;for our country&lt;br /&gt;our leaders&lt;br /&gt;so that we and our children and generations for now&lt;br /&gt;how a country that is still founded on the beliefs of Christianity&lt;br /&gt;that still understands and values power of prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i still mourn for all the ones that were effected by this tragedy on 9-11&lt;br /&gt;i am mourning also for the loss of the need of God and prayer in our country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFNJYH-pTIA/Tm1ozPQowSI/AAAAAAAABUI/MUjThTNnKwY/s1600/CSC_3399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFNJYH-pTIA/Tm1ozPQowSI/AAAAAAAABUI/MUjThTNnKwY/s400/CSC_3399.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;O beautiful for spacious skies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For amber waves of grain,&lt;br /&gt;For purple mountain majesties&lt;br /&gt;Above the fruited plain!&lt;br /&gt;America! America! God shed His grace on thee,&lt;br /&gt;And crown thy good with brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;From sea to shining sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PzoTDK6ets/Tm1o04XEvfI/AAAAAAAABUM/IIKi0IwnMVs/s1600/CSC_3405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PzoTDK6ets/Tm1o04XEvfI/AAAAAAAABUM/IIKi0IwnMVs/s400/CSC_3405.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures taken on back roads in alabama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3791906521884032430?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3791906521884032430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3791906521884032430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3791906521884032430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3791906521884032430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/09/remembering.html' title='remembering'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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found myself lost looking at all the pictures &lt;br /&gt;taking notes of things i wanted to remember&lt;br /&gt;which makes me think i really have to get into this whole pinterest thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, go &lt;a href="http://favoritepaintcolors.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and check it out&lt;br /&gt;see if you notice anything familiar with today's post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8954685593140424389?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8954685593140424389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8954685593140424389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/8954685593140424389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/8954685593140424389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiration-blog.html' title='inspiration blog'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-2043284356932047269</id><published>2011-09-03T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:58:13.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>vacation part duex</title><content type='html'>i'm sure your bored already with the beach post&lt;br /&gt;however, i have to keep the little things written somewhere&lt;br /&gt;other than the baby book &lt;br /&gt;along with pictures to remember all of these moments&lt;br /&gt;just bare with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two was fabulous&lt;br /&gt;i honestly believe the sun shines a little brighter near the ocean&lt;br /&gt;as the sky is just a different shade of blue&lt;br /&gt;while i love me some heels and dress clothes&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to realize i could live in flip flops&lt;br /&gt;with beach cover ups majority of my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVlIxYdn6VA/TmIyFoRuePI/AAAAAAAABSg/cRbL08Hlwyg/s1600/DSC_2952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVlIxYdn6VA/TmIyFoRuePI/AAAAAAAABSg/cRbL08Hlwyg/s400/DSC_2952.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bo2TiPbJMW4/TmIyVxWXW5I/AAAAAAAABSk/m_No3K8V8AU/s1600/DSC_2955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bo2TiPbJMW4/TmIyVxWXW5I/AAAAAAAABSk/m_No3K8V8AU/s400/DSC_2955.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;not worrying about makeup &lt;br /&gt;or hair&lt;br /&gt;while i'm sure that there were mornings T wished i would of put some on&lt;br /&gt;it's a free spirit &lt;br /&gt;"just woke up" beach look that is so carefree&lt;br /&gt;plus, put on a hat that covers most of your face&lt;br /&gt;a huge pair of sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;and viola - you're a superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we started at the beach for majority of the morning&lt;br /&gt;i quickly realized this wasn't going to be &lt;br /&gt;a time to close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;listens to the waves &lt;br /&gt;and feel the breeze and misting ocean water on my face&lt;br /&gt;kennedy had 3 buckets and toys everywhere&lt;br /&gt;obviously, this would entertain her for a while&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;each bucket always had to have water in it&lt;br /&gt;and she wasn't going to the ocean by herself to get it&lt;br /&gt;so up and down and up and down&lt;br /&gt;t and i went to refill the buckets of water&lt;br /&gt;we even went as far as burying the buckets in the sand so the water wouldn't come out&lt;br /&gt;didn't work&lt;br /&gt;she pulled as hard as she could to get it out of the sand &lt;br /&gt;we both then looked at each other&lt;br /&gt;realizing that our little girl is 2 &lt;br /&gt;and wants us to play with her and what are we thinking trying to just sit around&lt;br /&gt;realizing our vacations are very different now&lt;br /&gt;and different for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SAmTOzym5I/TmIyxqzuPPI/AAAAAAAABSo/BMENOfRKeEA/s1600/DSC_2963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SAmTOzym5I/TmIyxqzuPPI/AAAAAAAABSo/BMENOfRKeEA/s400/DSC_2963.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UaM_JdX670/TmJOQNTqdBI/AAAAAAAABTc/duS_8xrEmZc/s1600/DSC_2972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UaM_JdX670/TmJOQNTqdBI/AAAAAAAABTc/duS_8xrEmZc/s400/DSC_2972.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after lunch nap it was pool time&lt;br /&gt;i will be placing kennedy in swimming lessons this fall&lt;br /&gt;after watching her kick off the side&lt;br /&gt;doggy paddle with her feet&lt;br /&gt;turn herself around in the water&lt;br /&gt;and not freak out if she goes under&lt;br /&gt;this child completely amazed me with her time in the pool&lt;br /&gt;we had to have every float within a hands reach&lt;br /&gt;every little happy meal toy that she owns on the side of the pool&lt;br /&gt;and she claimed the "Steps" as her spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKNU-cGzM7E/TmIzIT-J44I/AAAAAAAABSw/DBGGFnPJ_-I/s1600/DSC_2978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nKNU-cGzM7E/TmIzIT-J44I/AAAAAAAABSw/DBGGFnPJ_-I/s400/DSC_2978.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9-5UfGGeAo/TmIzdB3qStI/AAAAAAAABS0/Hx7396avtgQ/s1600/DSC_2988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9-5UfGGeAo/TmIzdB3qStI/AAAAAAAABS0/Hx7396avtgQ/s400/DSC_2988.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we didn't have big events racing go karts&lt;br /&gt;i didn't shop anything like i imagined&lt;br /&gt;there weren't super late nights of driving around &lt;br /&gt;it was a slow pace of nothing&lt;br /&gt;which is what i needed&lt;br /&gt;enjoying someone cooking my dinner&lt;br /&gt;(and i went all out on the food - probably an extra 10 lbs more)&lt;br /&gt;treated ourselves to dessert&lt;br /&gt;and spent hours on the deck once kennedy was asleep&lt;br /&gt;just catching up&lt;br /&gt;chatting about nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JCORvLPbj0/TmIzt3loogI/AAAAAAAABS4/ouWk2KemEjw/s1600/DSC_3001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3JCORvLPbj0/TmIzt3loogI/AAAAAAAABS4/ouWk2KemEjw/s400/DSC_3001.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jV7OYbbLaDQ/TmI0A7gE_4I/AAAAAAAABS8/51rXsbc0h3U/s1600/DSC_3007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jV7OYbbLaDQ/TmI0A7gE_4I/AAAAAAAABS8/51rXsbc0h3U/s400/DSC_3007.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7HUJ_jT85A/TmI0TGED_BI/AAAAAAAABTA/AAS03fodDzI/s1600/DSC_3008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7HUJ_jT85A/TmI0TGED_BI/AAAAAAAABTA/AAS03fodDzI/s400/DSC_3008.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;laughing at the new things kennedy is doing and saying&lt;br /&gt;like how the whole way down there she was very consistent &lt;br /&gt;about a cowboy&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where she got that&lt;br /&gt;or who the cowboy is&lt;br /&gt;but she wanted a cowboy&lt;br /&gt;or how now when she wants to give us something&lt;br /&gt;it's "honey, honey"&lt;br /&gt;the fact that she was the only kid on the beach or at the pool&lt;br /&gt;that refused to remove her sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;(watch suri...i have a diva here in TN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ux0Nb-4zs8/TmI0mZl2vGI/AAAAAAAABTE/bYY3Rs7YpdE/s1600/DSC_3036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ux0Nb-4zs8/TmI0mZl2vGI/AAAAAAAABTE/bYY3Rs7YpdE/s400/DSC_3036.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2bmaBA_xng/TmI05IU4GGI/AAAAAAAABTI/JR2O519Is7s/s1600/DSC_3039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2bmaBA_xng/TmI05IU4GGI/AAAAAAAABTI/JR2O519Is7s/s400/DSC_3039.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqBPE3OIQmo/TmI1MYQs-nI/AAAAAAAABTM/Ny0gN0TIxwM/s1600/DSC_3042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pqBPE3OIQmo/TmI1MYQs-nI/AAAAAAAABTM/Ny0gN0TIxwM/s400/DSC_3042.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i could go on about things i noticed and watched in my daughter for days&lt;br /&gt;i watch in amazement at she is mine&lt;br /&gt;and still sometimes find it hard to believe that God let me have this precious &lt;br /&gt;sometimes feisty little girl&lt;br /&gt;i didn't just come back with extra sand in bags and clothes&lt;br /&gt;or with another hermit crab (who has since gone on to hermit land)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't come back with just a tan and some peeling&lt;br /&gt;but i came back realizing even more how precious time is&lt;br /&gt;especially with the ones that you love&lt;br /&gt;how important it is to slow down and take it in&lt;br /&gt;to stop what you are doing when they are talking to you&lt;br /&gt;not to always be multi tasking when your husband gets home and shares about his day&lt;br /&gt;to stop when my teenage step sons want to share about something&lt;br /&gt;as a friend over at &lt;a href="http://annabledsoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;stated so well in a recent post&lt;br /&gt;"stop, look them in the eye..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ny5e19WLoM/TmI1kHL88JI/AAAAAAAABTQ/dkoxo-fsm_s/s1600/DSC_3052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ny5e19WLoM/TmI1kHL88JI/AAAAAAAABTQ/dkoxo-fsm_s/s400/DSC_3052.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPauoRE3DJc/TmI143ICMsI/AAAAAAAABTU/cH4erSt_dCY/s1600/DSC_3053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPauoRE3DJc/TmI143ICMsI/AAAAAAAABTU/cH4erSt_dCY/s400/DSC_3053.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;that's what i'm bringing back with me&lt;br /&gt;and what i hope to achieve as a wife and mother&lt;br /&gt;embracing our conversations &lt;br /&gt;and lives together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Zc0pKJM4s/TmI2Nrj4myI/AAAAAAAABTY/uWjSa1TzTm4/s1600/DSC_3061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3Zc0pKJM4s/TmI2Nrj4myI/AAAAAAAABTY/uWjSa1TzTm4/s400/DSC_3061.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;blessings until beach iii,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-2043284356932047269?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2043284356932047269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=2043284356932047269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2043284356932047269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2043284356932047269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/09/vacation-part-duex.html' title='vacation part duex'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVlIxYdn6VA/TmIyFoRuePI/AAAAAAAABSg/cRbL08Hlwyg/s72-c/DSC_2952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-7387592104020286449</id><published>2011-09-02T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:26:50.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>vacation part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i honestly don't know where to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;as i downloaded over 500 pictures last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;yes, over 500 pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i thought aloud to T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"how do i decide what to post?&amp;nbsp; what to print?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_OZWvOT6MI/TmFXpoFIsmI/AAAAAAAABSc/pQOkitRbGFw/s1600/DSC_2949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_OZWvOT6MI/TmFXpoFIsmI/AAAAAAAABSc/pQOkitRbGFw/s400/DSC_2949.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;with that being said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i will not overload you with a million pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;but ones that i beleive truly capture the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;wonderful moments spent together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;the ones that tell the story of vacation by themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;that show personality that only a picture can capture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;all unedit and raw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;pure kennedy, me and T fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day one:&lt;br /&gt;left house at 4:30am&lt;br /&gt;let me just say that is early&lt;br /&gt;and myself didn't even think about that wake up call &lt;br /&gt;as i was still up at 11:30 the previous evening&lt;br /&gt;kennedy did great on the way down there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until about an hour from the beach&lt;br /&gt;then came the "mommy i want out"&lt;br /&gt;by that time all the toys were old &lt;br /&gt;she had no interest in any of them&lt;br /&gt;i had put the flip flops back on her feet for the 1 millionth time&lt;br /&gt;at this point i'm almost crying "i want out of the car"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsKAeyUaxtI/TmDrdcFoCYI/AAAAAAAABSI/AbHtnWC32OE/s1600/DSCN0541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YsKAeyUaxtI/TmDrdcFoCYI/AAAAAAAABSI/AbHtnWC32OE/s400/DSCN0541.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFDgGwktLow/TmDrh5ZYs4I/AAAAAAAABSM/2BmCq0Njf64/s1600/DSCN0546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFDgGwktLow/TmDrh5ZYs4I/AAAAAAAABSM/2BmCq0Njf64/s400/DSCN0546.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v4ilpXo0_VE/TmDruLUwvoI/AAAAAAAABSQ/NdeXj7JDq9w/s1600/DSCN0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v4ilpXo0_VE/TmDruLUwvoI/AAAAAAAABSQ/NdeXj7JDq9w/s400/DSCN0545.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;perfect weather&lt;br /&gt;perfect view&lt;br /&gt;uncrowded beach and pool&lt;br /&gt;with kennedy successfully jumping in the water and loving every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHKe3_6lkjk/TmDr6snonnI/AAAAAAAABSY/IhX7Ugo4H0s/s1600/DSCN0558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHKe3_6lkjk/TmDr6snonnI/AAAAAAAABSY/IhX7Ugo4H0s/s400/DSCN0558.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvplGUaAJ2c/TmDryqEVi6I/AAAAAAAABSU/ADJXPr_0nog/s1600/DSCN0547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RvplGUaAJ2c/TmDryqEVi6I/AAAAAAAABSU/ADJXPr_0nog/s400/DSCN0547.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dinner was &lt;a href="http://www.hogsbreath.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hog's breath is like the first night ritual&lt;br /&gt;best smoked tuna dip eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think kennedy was about to fall asleep at the table&lt;br /&gt;she didn't speak a word&lt;br /&gt;but did finish off the cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;called it an early night in preparation &lt;br /&gt;for a fun full day of sun and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7387592104020286449?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7387592104020286449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=7387592104020286449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8742627157457465570</id><published>2011-09-01T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:40:45.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>operation home</title><content type='html'>after much longing for new paint colors&lt;br /&gt;a "refresh" of the things i already had in our house&lt;br /&gt;it finally happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week prior to our vacation &lt;br /&gt;there was hammering on the roof&lt;br /&gt;shingles all over our new bremuda grass&lt;br /&gt;patches on the entire walls &lt;br /&gt;samples of paint swatches on different areas of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcwIz3vulJk/Tl5Kpuh0E3I/AAAAAAAABRM/OSVD1HSD_v8/s1600/DSCN0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcwIz3vulJk/Tl5Kpuh0E3I/AAAAAAAABRM/OSVD1HSD_v8/s400/DSCN0528.JPG" width="300px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMuT_6vWDpk/Tl5KrTMQlJI/AAAAAAAABRQ/HaoXRcVYX_I/s1600/DSCN0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PMuT_6vWDpk/Tl5KrTMQlJI/AAAAAAAABRQ/HaoXRcVYX_I/s400/DSCN0526.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really a super fast and easy process&lt;br /&gt;i would leave for work in the morning&lt;br /&gt;come home and with a new roof and majority of my house painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i have things&lt;br /&gt;all over the dining room table&lt;br /&gt;tucked away in every open space of cabinet i could find&lt;br /&gt;the bonus room floor covered with curtains and furniture&lt;br /&gt;it was a seamless process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDG9edbwklo/Tl5KuVBXdSI/AAAAAAAABRU/TClYwc6AUd8/s1600/DSCN0525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PDG9edbwklo/Tl5KuVBXdSI/AAAAAAAABRU/TClYwc6AUd8/s400/DSCN0525.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgGtxJ6fUxI/Tl5KxBZmVLI/AAAAAAAABRY/JbFDuv5lLyo/s1600/DSCN0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tgGtxJ6fUxI/Tl5KxBZmVLI/AAAAAAAABRY/JbFDuv5lLyo/s400/DSCN0524.JPG" width="300px" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6NSdoSwG6U/Tl5K55KX2qI/AAAAAAAABRo/qmlOsHV0WCQ/s1600/DSCN0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6NSdoSwG6U/Tl5K55KX2qI/AAAAAAAABRo/qmlOsHV0WCQ/s400/DSCN0521.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was on vacation&lt;br /&gt;two of the best women in the world took over my house&lt;br /&gt;let me just say there are no words to describe my gratitude &lt;br /&gt;toward my mother and sister&lt;br /&gt;no detail left unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be more pleased&lt;br /&gt;in fact we are about to "revamp" the bonus room&lt;br /&gt;so girls get ready...that's your next job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought i could put a room together pretty well&lt;br /&gt;i was mistakenly wrong&lt;br /&gt;it obviously is better to have 2 other sets of eyes to help you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking into our home late Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;after a long drive&lt;br /&gt;t and i were just stunned&lt;br /&gt;speechless&lt;br /&gt;what a way to come back from vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn6JvBr23c4/TmAxmfsgnWI/AAAAAAAABRs/NkNcAtOTW5I/s1600/house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn6JvBr23c4/TmAxmfsgnWI/AAAAAAAABRs/NkNcAtOTW5I/s400/house.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;will have to continue to build upon the picture wall&lt;br /&gt;but i have visions of lots of memorable pictures on this wall&lt;br /&gt;it's a huge wall - that no amount of furniture is big enough to fill the space&lt;br /&gt;on my kind of budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-os-rdzwj5_4/TmAxppc127I/AAAAAAAABRw/uIKuf_SBf2U/s1600/house+ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-os-rdzwj5_4/TmAxppc127I/AAAAAAAABRw/uIKuf_SBf2U/s400/house+ii.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ACGQXaCy50/TmAxsGPPa9I/AAAAAAAABR0/fjy58lvX-2w/s1600/house+iii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ACGQXaCy50/TmAxsGPPa9I/AAAAAAAABR0/fjy58lvX-2w/s400/house+iii.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i don't do house plants&lt;br /&gt;but the mom and sister got these&lt;br /&gt;as seen in martha stewart&lt;br /&gt;need shade and very little water&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking i can handle that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUh5D_Z2nAo/TmAxvR9jooI/AAAAAAAABR4/fZfqnjbdZKE/s1600/house+iv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUh5D_Z2nAo/TmAxvR9jooI/AAAAAAAABR4/fZfqnjbdZKE/s400/house+iv.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;next room to be "worked" on is the dining room&lt;br /&gt;distressed farm table is in the works &lt;br /&gt;with some old barn wood&lt;br /&gt;so thankful a man that T works with can build&lt;br /&gt;had this fabric put away in a closet for years&lt;br /&gt;thinking each side has over 9 yeards...it's ALOT of fabric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xK7TvS7Atyo/TmAxxyytAXI/AAAAAAAABR8/wkBE-vT1_F8/s1600/house+v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xK7TvS7Atyo/TmAxxyytAXI/AAAAAAAABR8/wkBE-vT1_F8/s400/house+v.jpg" width="267px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;trying to find the perfect handles for this dresser&lt;br /&gt;that was turquoise in front of someone's drive way &lt;br /&gt;next door to my parents&lt;br /&gt;another man's junk...is another man's treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZDB2ig-FdE/TmAxzdskwkI/AAAAAAAABSA/K56hvlcpyHo/s1600/house+vi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZDB2ig-FdE/TmAxzdskwkI/AAAAAAAABSA/K56hvlcpyHo/s400/house+vi.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;love how they made sure to put kennedy a little space&lt;br /&gt;since they removed all the "kid" friendly toys out of the living room&lt;br /&gt;i decided it was time to take out the changing table&lt;br /&gt;while it made diaper changing much easier&lt;br /&gt;as kennedy would not run from me or roll around&lt;br /&gt;it allowed more room for the never ending amount of toys she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNyvpCRA4Yo/TmAx0RBGhzI/AAAAAAAABSE/1j71V18spGg/s1600/house+vii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNyvpCRA4Yo/TmAx0RBGhzI/AAAAAAAABSE/1j71V18spGg/s400/house+vii.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my pure luck of a shot easter picture&lt;br /&gt;i will never luck out this good again&lt;br /&gt;i get my frames from a man at the flea market&lt;br /&gt;i promise his prices CAN NOT be beat&lt;br /&gt;plus the more you buy...the better deal he gives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super excited about other changes that are coming&lt;br /&gt;as i know we will probably be here for a good long time&lt;br /&gt;as i surround myself with pictures of my family&lt;br /&gt;and items that hold so many memories&lt;br /&gt;i sit in a place of contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again to the mom and sister&lt;br /&gt;you two rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8742627157457465570?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8742627157457465570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8742627157457465570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-5777774640260108759</id><published>2011-08-29T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:53:02.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy thoughts'/><title type='text'>hustle bustle</title><content type='html'>i know it's only expected that i blog&lt;br /&gt;about the recent adventures of the beach trip&lt;br /&gt;but as i sit watching the clock &lt;br /&gt;get later&lt;br /&gt;which means in a few short hours it's back to reality for this chick&lt;br /&gt;i can't blog about the beach&lt;br /&gt;no worries - it's coming&lt;br /&gt;but right now&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i'm kind of pitiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE being with my daughter&lt;br /&gt;i love slow mornings waking up &lt;br /&gt;making breakfast for her&lt;br /&gt;it always goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;me: good morning sunshine&lt;br /&gt;k: good morrrrnnniinnggg&lt;br /&gt;me: what would you like for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;k: sasage (how it sounds) pancake&lt;br /&gt;every morning like clock work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being able to start dinner at 5:00pm&lt;br /&gt;and not driving in rush hour traffic to get home by 6:00&lt;br /&gt;to throw something together quick&lt;br /&gt;running out the door to a ballgame&lt;br /&gt;or church&lt;br /&gt;or any other events that take space on the calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pitiful tonight folks&lt;br /&gt;i witnessed so much of my daughter's personality this week&lt;br /&gt;and i'm amazed &lt;br /&gt;this little bity body&lt;br /&gt;of blue eyes and white hair&lt;br /&gt;has so much to say and do and show me&lt;br /&gt;so much excitement al bundled up &lt;br /&gt;just waiting to share it with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful in this economy that i have such an amazing job&lt;br /&gt;with so many amazing people&lt;br /&gt;i love my job&lt;br /&gt;and i love the people i work with&lt;br /&gt;but right now&lt;br /&gt;at this second &lt;br /&gt;on the night before i have to return to work from vacation&lt;br /&gt;i don't like any of it&lt;br /&gt;i told you....i'm pitiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;no worries, i'll be back to myself (note i didn't say normal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;shortly, but for right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i'm allowing myself to be pitiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14Ws2xPhQFc/TlxPrsAlW3I/AAAAAAAABQk/g0IN9BbsG54/s1600/CSC_2932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14Ws2xPhQFc/TlxPrsAlW3I/AAAAAAAABQk/g0IN9BbsG54/s400/CSC_2932.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/7485093345672265545-5777774640260108759?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5777774640260108759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=5777774640260108759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5777774640260108759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5777774640260108759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/hustle-bustle.html' title='hustle bustle'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14Ws2xPhQFc/TlxPrsAlW3I/AAAAAAAABQk/g0IN9BbsG54/s72-c/CSC_2932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1165529381907891068</id><published>2011-08-26T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:59:49.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>all mine</title><content type='html'>thought i would hold off a little bit on the beach blogs&lt;br /&gt;especially, since we aren't home yet &lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure there are much more memories to be made over the next couple of days&lt;br /&gt;so far it's been just incredible &lt;br /&gt;such a blessing to be able to spend this time &lt;br /&gt;with my favorite, now white headed little girl&lt;br /&gt;and reconnect with T without all the stresses of everyday life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we definitely made a pack that no matter what may be going on&lt;br /&gt;or what we may have to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;this trip is something that has to be done each year&lt;br /&gt;**i'm pushing for twice a year!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, as i sit here on the floor &lt;br /&gt;while K is as close to me as she possibly can&lt;br /&gt;asking me over and over if a blue crayon is pink&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like my answer that it's a blue crayon&lt;br /&gt;so i finally just say it's pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have watched and watched this child of mine&lt;br /&gt;like a hawk this week&lt;br /&gt;she has truly amazed me&lt;br /&gt;i've seen the little girl she is turning into&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so proud&lt;br /&gt;no fear of water &lt;br /&gt;which is great but terrifies me too&lt;br /&gt;*side note - swimming lessons when we return home*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkEQh2t4Re4/TlemK3S0cZI/AAAAAAAABQg/zH8a0_ccZtw/s1600/Swimming+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkEQh2t4Re4/TlemK3S0cZI/AAAAAAAABQg/zH8a0_ccZtw/s400/Swimming+I.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;watching her jump off the side of the pool with no fear&lt;br /&gt;push off the side into the middle of the pull&lt;br /&gt;i just can't get over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the post prior was about how much they watch&lt;br /&gt;it's just been reminded to me even more this week&lt;br /&gt;i sit in amazement as she plays &lt;br /&gt;and swims with daddy&lt;br /&gt;feeling so lucky and beyond blessed&lt;br /&gt;that she is &lt;br /&gt;all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-89KO5WqDJBc/Tlel_VLIlTI/AAAAAAAABQY/HQidXeSUQqU/s1600/Sand+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-89KO5WqDJBc/Tlel_VLIlTI/AAAAAAAABQY/HQidXeSUQqU/s400/Sand+I.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i must go now&lt;br /&gt;little bit just asked to paint toes&lt;br /&gt;sand is a great exfoliator&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't good for a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll paint toes while T is playing golf&lt;br /&gt;then it's off the splish and splash&lt;br /&gt;with the one that is &lt;br /&gt;all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIApJPt9N8U/TlemD7WqeLI/AAAAAAAABQc/zygoYG-C2hk/s1600/Beach+I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIApJPt9N8U/TlemD7WqeLI/AAAAAAAABQc/zygoYG-C2hk/s400/Beach+I.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1165529381907891068?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1165529381907891068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=1165529381907891068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1165529381907891068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1165529381907891068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-mine.html' title='all mine'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkEQh2t4Re4/TlemK3S0cZI/AAAAAAAABQg/zH8a0_ccZtw/s72-c/Swimming+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-7717965509258202200</id><published>2011-08-21T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:39:59.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnytimes'/><title type='text'>they watch</title><content type='html'>if i ever needed to be reminded &lt;br /&gt;that people are always watching&lt;br /&gt;i got that reminder this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3lvsqg7nrM/TlGyBQmWVEI/AAAAAAAABPk/mw5EAaxMlZk/s1600/make+up+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3lvsqg7nrM/TlGyBQmWVEI/AAAAAAAABPk/mw5EAaxMlZk/s400/make+up+i.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGkurpvdcuk/TlGyD9ODFLI/AAAAAAAABPo/_MlygXrDPdc/s1600/make+up+ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IGkurpvdcuk/TlGyD9ODFLI/AAAAAAAABPo/_MlygXrDPdc/s400/make+up+ii.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcKHtFuibHI/TlGyHQzt9AI/AAAAAAAABPs/zlUL3J6EZUs/s1600/make+up+iii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcKHtFuibHI/TlGyHQzt9AI/AAAAAAAABPs/zlUL3J6EZUs/s400/make+up+iii.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqD0POPya3A/TlGyr7VxyhI/AAAAAAAABQU/LeUr8G7JJrM/s1600/tennis+shoe+iii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqD0POPya3A/TlGyr7VxyhI/AAAAAAAABQU/LeUr8G7JJrM/s400/tennis+shoe+iii.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're off to the beach for a few days&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there are lots of interesting post&lt;br /&gt;just brewing up&lt;br /&gt;until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7717965509258202200?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7717965509258202200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=7717965509258202200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7717965509258202200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7717965509258202200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/they-watch.html' title='they watch'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3lvsqg7nrM/TlGyBQmWVEI/AAAAAAAABPk/mw5EAaxMlZk/s72-c/make+up+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-5503833984961046657</id><published>2011-08-20T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:00:06.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Today's Modesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;, style(this blog post is strictly the opinion of a conservative women with the hopes that she can raise her daughter to be respectful of her body, that God gave her)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures are from Style Blueprint, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.styleblueprint.com/fashion/kate-middleton-dress-length/?utm_source=StyleBlueprint+Nashvile&amp;amp;utm_campaign=3f3d12005a-kate_and_hemlines8_19_2011&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and i think they are just fabulous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;modesty: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reserve or propriety in speech, dress, or behavior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lack of pretentiousness; simplicity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretentiousness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;expressive of affected, unwarranted, or exaggerated importance, worth, or stature &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humility is like underwear, essential but indecent if it shows&lt;/strong&gt; —Helen Nielsen, Reader’s Digest, March, 1959&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you know where i am headed with this&lt;br /&gt;as i have dropped hints, in previous post&lt;br /&gt;with my opinion on dress and inappropriate"ness" of kids, children and women in today's society&lt;br /&gt;i already dropped a few hints of my opinion &lt;a href="http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreaded-shopping-tripthis-one-is-for.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, if you need a refresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i haven't admitted already, i love to people watch&lt;br /&gt;always have and probably will continue&lt;br /&gt;i don't people watch - judging&lt;br /&gt;i people watch trying to figure out their story...kind of like blog world&lt;br /&gt;i like to see the trends...how people carry themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayjJuzy5Tvk/Tk6CTkFc5bI/AAAAAAAABPM/XWJ3GOtWenA/s1600/Skirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayjJuzy5Tvk/Tk6CTkFc5bI/AAAAAAAABPM/XWJ3GOtWenA/s400/Skirt.jpg" width="352px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tory burch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and yes at times the horrible moments where you are actually embarrassed for this person&lt;br /&gt;so now that middle school football season has started&lt;br /&gt;and i sit on the bleachers surrounded by pre teen and teenage girls (and some mommas)&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to focus on the game at times&lt;br /&gt;i leaned over to thomas the other night and simply said&lt;br /&gt;"what happens when the day comes that kennedy wants to wear that?"&lt;br /&gt;t response was "she won't"&lt;br /&gt;internally i was laughing thinking "yea right"&lt;br /&gt;i remember being told no too, oh how i hate to admit this...&lt;br /&gt;BAGGY PANTS&lt;br /&gt;but i packed them in a bag and when i got to my destination - i changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pqvpv2jmRM/Tk6CW9_bzYI/AAAAAAAABPc/ttH_mDXmuxU/s1600/skirt+ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9pqvpv2jmRM/Tk6CW9_bzYI/AAAAAAAABPc/ttH_mDXmuxU/s400/skirt+ii.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;banana republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i asked "what if she takes them with her and changes"&lt;br /&gt;his response - "she won't leave the house!"&lt;br /&gt;again, my internal laughter was hurting my sides and with that i just turned back to the game&lt;br /&gt;with my thoughts trying to figure out, how do i teach and make sure that kennedy &lt;br /&gt;outwardly shows how much she respects herself, her body&lt;br /&gt;and how she also demands that same respect from anyone around her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother's&amp;nbsp;of daughters - i welcome any and all words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;i know i have years before all this starts&lt;br /&gt;and i continually pray each day for her life as she grows and the girl that she will become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18Y-f64yw5U/Tk6CVNZeToI/AAAAAAAABPU/q3a_5hOh1ko/s1600/skirt+v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18Y-f64yw5U/Tk6CVNZeToI/AAAAAAAABPU/q3a_5hOh1ko/s400/skirt+v.jpg" width="308px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if you have to keep pulling your shorts down - why wear them?&lt;br /&gt;no joke, i have underwear, probably, bigger and cover more than some of these little girls shorts&lt;br /&gt;by all means, i'm not&amp;nbsp;saying that all girls should be in capris and pants&lt;br /&gt;but when there are bathing suits&amp;nbsp;similar to the length of your shorts...maybe it's time to rethink this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look around and see more and more teens having babies&lt;br /&gt;with the influence of&amp;nbsp;the show "17 and pregnant" almost making it the "thing" to do&lt;br /&gt;i'm heart broken and disgusted&lt;br /&gt;strictly my opinion...but i believe it goes hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9xYdsMpp9A/Tk6CWMHsCHI/AAAAAAAABPY/fQzeGGC1bD8/s1600/skirt+iv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9xYdsMpp9A/Tk6CWMHsCHI/AAAAAAAABPY/fQzeGGC1bD8/s400/skirt+iv.jpg" width="326px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to make sure that kennedy always demands the respect&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know how to make sure that she always presents herself in a respectful way&lt;br /&gt;i do know that i have to teach her&lt;br /&gt;i have to be the one to lead&amp;nbsp;by example &lt;br /&gt;i know i have to pray that God shows me the way to mother her as she grows&lt;br /&gt;and i also know that God will show her as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tG4gGXAZG4/Tk6CUqrK6nI/AAAAAAAABPQ/BGfZ05uPoBE/s1600/skirt+vi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tG4gGXAZG4/Tk6CUqrK6nI/AAAAAAAABPQ/BGfZ05uPoBE/s400/skirt+vi.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope no one has been offended by this post&lt;br /&gt;i strictly just see things getting worse and more &lt;br /&gt;and frankly, that scares me as a mom to a small child - especially a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm4v8ueJTms/Tk6CSO0poqI/AAAAAAAABPI/FxgtrgOR1pw/s1600/skirts+iii.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm4v8ueJTms/Tk6CSO0poqI/AAAAAAAABPI/FxgtrgOR1pw/s400/skirts+iii.png" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c19B5wDYGs/Tk6Ch1fMTiI/AAAAAAAABPg/mPjfrJREgps/s1600/skirts+vii.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c19B5wDYGs/Tk6Ch1fMTiI/AAAAAAAABPg/mPjfrJREgps/s400/skirts+vii.png" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tina Adams, owner of Wardrobe Consulting LLC, in Nashville:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across this poem &lt;a href="http://faithfulprovisions.com/2011/08/17/free-beauty-tips/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and new immediately that it went with this post (which has been in draft for a while)&lt;br /&gt;i am working on memorizing this for kennedy&lt;br /&gt;and figuring out a way to incorporate it somehow in her room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time-Tested Beauty Tips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Never throw out anybody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sam Levenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the day will come &lt;br /&gt;where kennedy and i will walk out of a store &lt;br /&gt;not speaking because i will not purchase the "in" item of clothing&lt;br /&gt;or slammed doors because i won't let her do certain things to her hair&lt;br /&gt;or cut off her jeans into short shorts (goodness, i hope not)&lt;br /&gt;but i also know i will have a day&lt;br /&gt;where i look at a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;respectful&lt;br /&gt;classy&lt;br /&gt;dignified, young woman &lt;br /&gt;that i call my daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a high five to all you mother's with beautiful, respectful, God fearing daughters! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7485093345672265545-5503833984961046657?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5503833984961046657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=5503833984961046657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5503833984961046657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5503833984961046657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/todays-modesty.html' title='Today&apos;s Modesty'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ayjJuzy5Tvk/Tk6CTkFc5bI/AAAAAAAABPM/XWJ3GOtWenA/s72-c/Skirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-4069916972423220608</id><published>2011-08-19T08:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:00:13.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kennedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>take 2</title><content type='html'>i think i can&lt;br /&gt;i think i can&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i can&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvY2DE3jBg0/Tk3TUiTog7I/AAAAAAAABOg/IFDMLMTnPVY/s1600/DSC_2795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvY2DE3jBg0/Tk3TUiTog7I/AAAAAAAABOg/IFDMLMTnPVY/s400/DSC_2795.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only kennedy understood this &lt;br /&gt;if i could help her little mind understand that this is new&lt;br /&gt;and very soon this will not be new&lt;br /&gt;it will be routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kennedy wanted to carry her backpack in&lt;br /&gt;she looked like such a big girl&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i've ever taken pictures at school&lt;br /&gt;which makes me think i need to carry my camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6pIIxbFXdc/Tk3TYXFGLCI/AAAAAAAABOk/cS9niZA9_X8/s1600/DSC_2797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6pIIxbFXdc/Tk3TYXFGLCI/AAAAAAAABOk/cS9niZA9_X8/s400/DSC_2797.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OE-O29AcJzo/Tk3TcmWDeAI/AAAAAAAABOo/Zdfd21dAK9g/s1600/DSC_2798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OE-O29AcJzo/Tk3TcmWDeAI/AAAAAAAABOo/Zdfd21dAK9g/s400/DSC_2798.JPG" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQKSqnCxU6s/Tk3TgaVvW3I/AAAAAAAABOs/uychildGAow/s1600/DSC_2799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQKSqnCxU6s/Tk3TgaVvW3I/AAAAAAAABOs/uychildGAow/s400/DSC_2799.JPG" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we hit the door&lt;br /&gt;i had the back pack&lt;br /&gt;her little arms were crossed tight &lt;br /&gt;as she doesn't want to hold my hand (insert my tears here)&lt;br /&gt;we get to the new classroom&lt;br /&gt;i open the door to a room full of energetic little kids&lt;br /&gt;all clean and hair in place&lt;br /&gt;knowing in a few short hours &lt;br /&gt;faces will be covered in dirt&lt;br /&gt;bows no longer in their hair&lt;br /&gt;shoes have been tied a good 30 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2b985-PHhQ/Tk3TpL7k26I/AAAAAAAABOw/IPt5xSQk1yo/s1600/DSC_2814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2b985-PHhQ/Tk3TpL7k26I/AAAAAAAABOw/IPt5xSQk1yo/s400/DSC_2814.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2R4Kv_Af8ys/Tk3TsxPdqfI/AAAAAAAABO0/gK_LOGuy_MY/s1600/DSC_2826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2R4Kv_Af8ys/Tk3TsxPdqfI/AAAAAAAABO0/gK_LOGuy_MY/s400/DSC_2826.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say my hello and good mornings&lt;br /&gt;and turn back to find&lt;br /&gt;kennedy walking backwards slowly out the doorway&lt;br /&gt;and then when she is out of an arm's reach&lt;br /&gt;she darts down the hallway to, none other than her&lt;br /&gt;OLD CLASSROOM&lt;br /&gt;proceeds to stand there and bang on the door&lt;br /&gt;wondering "why can't i get in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh and want to cry at the same time&lt;br /&gt;while i scoop her up&lt;br /&gt;i get kicked and the stiff arm&lt;br /&gt;with a little child screaming&lt;br /&gt;and let it be known - my child has never been the screaming child in school&lt;br /&gt;oh but now she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the part that i know is horrible&lt;br /&gt;but i also know it is what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;i don't hang around&lt;br /&gt;i don't squat down and rationalize with her&lt;br /&gt;because even as &lt;strike&gt;smart as she is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; a 2 year old, she doesn't understand all i am saying&lt;br /&gt;i place her in the care of a teacher, whom i trust completely&lt;br /&gt;place her pull ups in her bathroom cubby&lt;br /&gt;then i leave&lt;br /&gt;i do this more for my own sanity&lt;br /&gt;and so i don't lose it right there&lt;br /&gt;then the teachers have a crying momma with a crying toddler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the nights i was letting kennedy &lt;br /&gt;cry herself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i would just grab a magizine and try to tune it out&lt;br /&gt;thomas had to go drive&lt;br /&gt;he had to leave&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't take it&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't understand why&lt;br /&gt;it's not killing her to let her cry&lt;br /&gt;she isn't getting sick&lt;br /&gt;not passing out&lt;br /&gt;just learning to soothe herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, i know how he felt&lt;br /&gt;and my public apology for making fun of him &lt;br /&gt;for always telling him to toughen up&lt;br /&gt;i was ok with being the "hard" parent&lt;br /&gt;for standing firm and saying no&lt;br /&gt;now i'm struggling with being as soft as 4-ply toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;and just crumbling into one hot mess (is this what emotional menopause will be like, lord, i hope not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i giggle as i walk to my car&lt;br /&gt;thinking of her smooth move&lt;br /&gt;running to her old classroom&lt;br /&gt;she's&amp;nbsp;a slick one for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fCgoGpzVHcY/Tk3T46UQgbI/AAAAAAAABPA/MItDdLGmk7w/s400/DSC_2834.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is really teaching me through this small little move&lt;br /&gt;how much HE wants me to rely on him&lt;br /&gt;even these little things&lt;br /&gt;like leaving my child in a new classroom&lt;br /&gt;HE can handle&lt;br /&gt;even when i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUx9mcVFD3M/Tk3T7m6yuaI/AAAAAAAABPE/qEKp2YonFYI/s1600/CSC_2761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUx9mcVFD3M/Tk3T7m6yuaI/AAAAAAAABPE/qEKp2YonFYI/s400/CSC_2761.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote * to celebrate day #2 in the classroom - we jumped on the bed full of laundry.&amp;nbsp; all while holding onto mommy's things and yelling "otie otie otie" aka, otis the bassett.&amp;nbsp; then we finished off the celebration with a brib to go potty in the big girl potty for a toothbrush!&amp;nbsp; i'll be glad to give all kinds of parenting advice...just call and schedule with my assistant, kennedy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-4069916972423220608?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4069916972423220608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=4069916972423220608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4069916972423220608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4069916972423220608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/take-2.html' title='take 2'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvY2DE3jBg0/Tk3TUiTog7I/AAAAAAAABOg/IFDMLMTnPVY/s72-c/DSC_2795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3794463679392655320</id><published>2011-08-18T09:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:36:37.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not prepared</title><content type='html'>i'm a planner&lt;br /&gt;i like to be prepared &lt;br /&gt;but i can also swing with what comes my way fairly well&lt;br /&gt;i really try to keep good composure when in presence of others&lt;br /&gt;and then if i have to let it fly&lt;br /&gt;i will do so in the presence of my home or car or possibly in a bathroom stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this morning was tested&lt;br /&gt;as i proceeded to take kennedy into school&lt;br /&gt;we do our routine&lt;br /&gt;check in&lt;br /&gt;tap on the piano as we walk through the lobby&lt;br /&gt;hand sanitizer as we walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;she runs to the back door to see her friends all playing outside&lt;br /&gt;i start to complete her form for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzuovdXUYhM/Tk0amchYfaI/AAAAAAAABOU/_UC7z-t0QWE/s1600/school+iii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzuovdXUYhM/Tk0amchYfaI/AAAAAAAABOU/_UC7z-t0QWE/s400/school+iii.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;happy as can be after school, playing with socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, was the same thing&lt;br /&gt;until her teacher said she is going straight to her new class&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;you mean, i have to be the one to take her and drop her off with teachers she doesn't know?&lt;br /&gt;i have to see that sad face of&amp;nbsp; "mommy, what is going on"&lt;br /&gt;i have to be the one that hears the cries as i leave her in this new environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach came up to my throat &lt;br /&gt;my heart started to race&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready for this&lt;br /&gt;where has my little girl gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09lEzbNoy6U/Tk0aqD9KuPI/AAAAAAAABOY/zh-8FReXhRY/s1600/school+ii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-09lEzbNoy6U/Tk0aqD9KuPI/AAAAAAAABOY/zh-8FReXhRY/s400/school+ii.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cinnamon toast and pizza for 1st day in new classroom&lt;/span&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i tried to show her the fish in the aquarium&lt;br /&gt;reintroduced kids she has been in class with&lt;br /&gt;showing her new toys &lt;br /&gt;trying my absolute best to sell her on this great adventure&lt;br /&gt;when i was just about to run out of the room crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hit me&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be doing this the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;it's motherhood&lt;br /&gt;i will continually have to encourage kennedy &lt;br /&gt;with new adventures and challenges &lt;br /&gt;all while i want to just hold her close&lt;br /&gt;cuddle and smell the sweetness of fresh bathed skin&lt;br /&gt;or the stinkiness of toddler morning breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUjIe7a3vKs/Tk0arEWGWDI/AAAAAAAABOc/lcL8SbF77iE/s1600/school+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUjIe7a3vKs/Tk0arEWGWDI/AAAAAAAABOc/lcL8SbF77iE/s400/school+i.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;new toys from daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know she will have a terrific day&lt;br /&gt;there will be a little journal for me to read about her day&lt;br /&gt;and that excites me&lt;br /&gt;she has her own cubby - which may call for a new backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we start yet another new thing&lt;br /&gt;i am reminded of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully. 1 Peter 5:7&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kennedy is HIS child&lt;br /&gt;a child HE has entrusted me with&lt;br /&gt;i know HE will watch over her&lt;br /&gt;HE will give me the peace and guidance to mold &lt;br /&gt;this little one into a wonderful woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's such a scary job&lt;br /&gt;a job that i want to excel at more than anything else in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vshH6V1z6xg/Tk0aljvlWMI/AAAAAAAABOQ/pawRk09femQ/s1600/school+iv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vshH6V1z6xg/Tk0aljvlWMI/AAAAAAAABOQ/pawRk09femQ/s400/school+iv.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;excited about another new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3794463679392655320?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3794463679392655320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3794463679392655320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3794463679392655320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3794463679392655320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-prepared.html' title='not prepared'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzuovdXUYhM/Tk0amchYfaI/AAAAAAAABOU/_UC7z-t0QWE/s72-c/school+iii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-2134228158884327604</id><published>2011-08-17T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T08:48:57.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>aniexty</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Phil 4:4-7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always, I will say it again, Rejoice! (not always easy, but we are to do it ALWAYS!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near! (he is near, always!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a big agenda for the next two weeks&lt;br /&gt;starting tomorrow our home will be full of painters and "fix it up" men&lt;br /&gt;my dining room is one disorganized mess &lt;br /&gt;of everything that was on the walls - shelves - counters&lt;br /&gt;tonight we have to take down curtains, tapestries and tv&lt;br /&gt;while i am beyond giddy of the transformation that is about to take place&lt;br /&gt;seeing everything in my dining room makes me a little anxious&lt;br /&gt;because i know it all has to go back&lt;br /&gt;and I want it in somewhat of an order before i leave on vacay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is where my anxiety is starting to creep in&lt;br /&gt;how in the world can vacation cause anxiety?&lt;br /&gt;it never has before &lt;br /&gt;and i'm quickly reminded &lt;br /&gt;that i've never had a &lt;strike&gt;baby&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;toddler on vacation with me&lt;br /&gt;why is this stressing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i will have more packed than what is needed&lt;br /&gt;i've googled "what to take with a toddler to the beach"&lt;br /&gt;seriously - why am i doing this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;other than toys to entertain a very long car ride&lt;br /&gt;some comfort items for in the condo&lt;br /&gt;the blankie&lt;br /&gt;beach toys&lt;br /&gt;first aid kit - &lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on, i'm sure florida doesn't have a walgreens on every corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get this, i even have books and reading materials for myself&lt;br /&gt;i know, your thinking "yea right"&lt;br /&gt;but i have a plan...because those of you that know me - i have to have a plan&lt;br /&gt;the plan may fail - but i &lt;strike&gt;had&lt;/strike&gt; have a plan&lt;br /&gt;kennedy still takes an afternoon nap&lt;br /&gt;ranging anywhere from 2 -3 hours&lt;br /&gt;so during that time thomas and i can alternate &lt;br /&gt;who gets to lounge on the deck while she sleeps and who can stay on the beach/by the pool&lt;br /&gt;that is my &lt;strike&gt;reading time &lt;/strike&gt;crash and catch up on 2 years of sleep&lt;br /&gt;did i really think k was going to take her princess book and read along side of me at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while it may be a while until i lounge and relax side by side with my daughter&lt;br /&gt;i'm gearing up for sand castles&lt;br /&gt;getting buried in the sand&lt;br /&gt;screams and cries from fear of something new or water splashing her the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;being 100% alert in fear of something happening&lt;br /&gt;getting some much needed time with t&lt;br /&gt;not having to cook dinner&lt;br /&gt;not having to make the bed - but we know i will&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly&lt;br /&gt;experiencing something new with k&amp;nbsp;and making memories for years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charging up camera batteries &lt;br /&gt;and taking mental notes for future "beach" blog post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-2134228158884327604?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2134228158884327604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3487850145057013482</id><published>2011-08-11T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:31:10.090-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>july 4th recap</title><content type='html'>another post that has been sitting in draft - well since the 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a horrible job of picture taking &lt;br /&gt;this pass fourth of july&lt;br /&gt;i did manage to get a few&lt;br /&gt;no fancy outfit for k&lt;br /&gt;it was hot hot hot and humid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-et6XpWEgFgQ/TkPmevSh-FI/AAAAAAAABNg/yNCE5ASZm4A/s1600/Kennedy+wagon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-et6XpWEgFgQ/TkPmevSh-FI/AAAAAAAABNg/yNCE5ASZm4A/s400/Kennedy+wagon.jpg" width="280px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to my parents for a cookout&lt;br /&gt;but stopping ahead of time so that z could pick out some fireworks&lt;br /&gt;which they all shot off before it ever got dark...oh to be a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we enjoyed some great bbq- thanks to the smoking of my brother and dad&lt;br /&gt;some great potato salad, beans and all the other picnic food that is needed for the 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1myziE7ZTI/TkPmgboJyRI/AAAAAAAABNk/5kXXL2wM5ZQ/s1600/nana+zach+eli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1myziE7ZTI/TkPmgboJyRI/AAAAAAAABNk/5kXXL2wM5ZQ/s400/nana+zach+eli.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SL0M3bBYcTM/TkPmc_vWelI/AAAAAAAABNc/wmunuoxcneI/s1600/Kennedy+bucket+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SL0M3bBYcTM/TkPmc_vWelI/AAAAAAAABNc/wmunuoxcneI/s400/Kennedy+bucket+II.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(my little redneck girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;t and i had fun dominating everyone in horse shoes&lt;br /&gt;i know my one ringer was the kicker&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it was the constant ringers he made&lt;br /&gt;(there isn't any sport he doesn't excel at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think more enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;was just having nothing to do but to enjoy the company of my family&lt;br /&gt;minus my sister in law and 2 nephews, who were visiting family in alabama&lt;br /&gt;my family means more to me than anything&lt;br /&gt;we are a close family - who sees each other alot&lt;br /&gt;this i warned t of before we were married&lt;br /&gt;i think maybe he thought i was exaggerating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIU1uYEfwr8/TkPnEu8NjfI/AAAAAAAABNo/KO-VlPaMmoI/s1600/Kiddos+4th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIU1uYEfwr8/TkPnEu8NjfI/AAAAAAAABNo/KO-VlPaMmoI/s400/Kiddos+4th.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone had a wonderful 4th&lt;br /&gt;it's like the kick off to summer and more really hot weather &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3487850145057013482?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3487850145057013482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3487850145057013482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3487850145057013482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3487850145057013482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/july-4th-recap.html' title='july 4th recap'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-et6XpWEgFgQ/TkPmevSh-FI/AAAAAAAABNg/yNCE5ASZm4A/s72-c/Kennedy+wagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8753264500508375346</id><published>2011-08-10T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:00:53.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>What I'm Grateful for Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(written sunday evening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(pictures with point and shoot that i need to figure out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm grateful for many things everyday&lt;br /&gt;i try not to let a day or moment go by that i don't let my mind wonder &lt;br /&gt;just a little, &lt;br /&gt;to appreciate all the things, big and small, that i am blessed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fellow blogger friend, &lt;a href="http://www.jennarjohnson.blogspot.com/"&gt;jenna&lt;/a&gt;, over at To Heaven and Back&lt;br /&gt;had a post a few weeks ago that really caught my attention and touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;i immediately let her know i would be using this as a future blog post&lt;br /&gt;so as it has set in "edit" stage for a while now&lt;br /&gt;it's time to publish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were heading to dinner last night&lt;br /&gt;laughter filled the car and noise was so loud &lt;br /&gt;you couldn't carry on a &lt;br /&gt;decent conversation&lt;br /&gt;it was a few moments where the characteristics of a 2 year diva&lt;br /&gt;didn't annoy two teenagers in the car with her screams of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone laughed when something was funny&lt;br /&gt;there was no name calling&lt;br /&gt;i just sat quietly in my back seat (yes,my oldest step sons takes shotgun)&lt;br /&gt;and soaked up this moment - i'm really trying to soak up all these moments that i can this year&lt;br /&gt;and i have created a nagger in myself as i encourage t to do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UR27NHn2mQE/TkNEfiT6bGI/AAAAAAAABNM/OWhA7IUpvGw/s1600/DSCN0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UR27NHn2mQE/TkNEfiT6bGI/AAAAAAAABNM/OWhA7IUpvGw/s400/DSCN0515.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quick to love/hug and slow to anger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know our time with austin grows shorter each day &lt;br /&gt;as he dreams about what his future holds after may 2012&lt;br /&gt;so while he dreams of his future&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to mentally capture all of the slow times that we have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we left dinner last night i was asked "what did you get"&lt;br /&gt;since everyone seemed to walk out with a little goodie&lt;br /&gt;i simply stated &lt;br /&gt;"i got a dinner with 2 of my favorite steps sons and a wonderful little girl"&lt;br /&gt;then when i said "that is something you can't put a price on"&lt;br /&gt;and got a reply for austin of "that's right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBEPykhnK8M/TkNEa5q80PI/AAAAAAAABNI/69looIlNHCU/s1600/DSCN0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jBEPykhnK8M/TkNEa5q80PI/AAAAAAAABNI/69looIlNHCU/s400/DSCN0510.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about that response just warmed my heart &lt;br /&gt;i hung onto that all night long and even today&lt;br /&gt;once home we got into our typical sunday evening routine&lt;br /&gt;which consist of alot of "get this done...do this ...make sure you have this ready"&lt;br /&gt;i finished off the night with some good text conversation with my sister&lt;br /&gt;and our roles and challenges of mothers to children in this day of age&lt;br /&gt;crawled in the bed with a new book&lt;br /&gt;thanked my lord for my wonderful blessings &lt;br /&gt;i prayed for his protecting hand to follow the boys &lt;br /&gt;throughout the week and dozed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cv2TXjlGFkM/TkNEmbb41jI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1nz7u96iX7k/s1600/DSCN0407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cv2TXjlGFkM/TkNEmbb41jI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1nz7u96iX7k/s400/DSCN0407.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgn4Oa1SRv8/TkNE1VkNa2I/AAAAAAAABNU/aGgJWEc0LOQ/s1600/DSCN0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sgn4Oa1SRv8/TkNE1VkNa2I/AAAAAAAABNU/aGgJWEc0LOQ/s400/DSCN0408.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm grateful today for:&lt;br /&gt;unanswered prayers&lt;br /&gt;the craziness of teenage boys&lt;br /&gt;the drama from a 2year old diva&lt;br /&gt;the typical forgetfulness of a husband &lt;br /&gt;the peacefulness of a quiet house when i know everyone is sleepy peacefully&lt;br /&gt;the rarity of slowness when i can really embrace all the God has given me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDVtzEqd8Oo/TkNEMGDiYhI/AAAAAAAABNE/KqKHtya0hs4/s1600/Hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDVtzEqd8Oo/TkNEMGDiYhI/AAAAAAAABNE/KqKHtya0hs4/s400/Hands.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8753264500508375346?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UR27NHn2mQE/TkNEfiT6bGI/AAAAAAAABNM/OWhA7IUpvGw/s72-c/DSCN0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8369635812046200298</id><published>2011-08-05T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:17:18.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>creative juices</title><content type='html'>a simple call from T this morning &lt;br /&gt;took my mind on a journey down a different path than work&lt;br /&gt;it's been a struggle all day to focus on what i need to get done&lt;br /&gt;so i can go home and indulge in magazines and write down everything &lt;br /&gt;that comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called to tell me that by august 20th the new roof will be on&lt;br /&gt;and....drum roll please......&lt;br /&gt;my house, interior, will be painted&lt;br /&gt;my fellow blog readers you just have no idea how excited this makes me&lt;br /&gt;this is a plan&amp;nbsp;9 years in the waiting&lt;br /&gt;so i must share where it all started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we built our house we had all sorts of colors picked out&lt;br /&gt;when we got the pricing list i immediately told t "no way"&lt;br /&gt;let's just have them paint 2 rooms the really dark color &lt;br /&gt;then i will recruit mom/sister and we'll tackle the remainder of the rooms&lt;br /&gt;this month is the 9 year we have been in this house&lt;br /&gt;and it's still the same old horrible color that was painted when we built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hated it then and i hate it now&lt;br /&gt;granted, i have lived with it&lt;br /&gt;but it is totally not me&lt;br /&gt;paint choices are not an easy thing to pick&lt;br /&gt;everything looks one way in the store &lt;br /&gt;and then we samples are all over the wall &lt;br /&gt;it looks completely different&lt;br /&gt;then colors all start looking the same&lt;br /&gt;so on and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have ideas of what i want&lt;br /&gt;it's just finding the color that i have stored in my head to go on my walls&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to another revalation, that i just had a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;while i love and wishfully would love to have an all white kitchen&lt;br /&gt;a white living room with down stuffed pillows and dark hardwood floors&lt;br /&gt;burlap chairs with European flare accessories&lt;br /&gt;it's not true to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i love getting pottery barn and restoration hardware each month&lt;br /&gt;trying to mimic the furniture in ballard design on a dime&lt;br /&gt;it's still not me&lt;br /&gt;granted, there are things as accessories that are&lt;br /&gt;but in general i'm a traditional home girl&lt;br /&gt;i love antique's&lt;br /&gt;thick, bold gaudy frames&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a person that cn do modern or straight lines&lt;br /&gt;while it totally looks good in homes&lt;br /&gt;it will not be visiting mine&lt;br /&gt;i love the look of NYC lofts and rustic farm houses&lt;br /&gt;and i think that is where my eclectic traditional flare comes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as my mind is running wild and i'm saving pictures and taking notes left/right&lt;br /&gt;i envision my home finally evolving to what i have been desiring for years&lt;br /&gt;a conversation typically with t goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "you know how you take really good care of your car and golf clubs&lt;br /&gt;t: yea&lt;br /&gt;me: well this house is like your car/golf clubs.&amp;nbsp; i take pride in it.&amp;nbsp; it's what i have to show&lt;br /&gt;t: ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think he ever gets it...but he does now seeing the excitement from his call this morning&lt;br /&gt;t better hold on because i'm in a total DIY/redo mode&lt;br /&gt;with lots of things that have been taking space in the garage &lt;br /&gt;and it's time they get into their new home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this maybe a long DIY/redo so bare with me&lt;br /&gt;i do work, have step children that are active in school activities, not to mention a 2 year old diva,&lt;br /&gt;community projects, ect.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first redo - while i'm on vacay - but i'll save that to blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings and much excitement,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8369635812046200298?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8369635812046200298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8369635812046200298' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Pictures</title><content type='html'>i haven't been taking nearly the amount of pictures that i desire &lt;br /&gt;i forget about my camera in the closet&lt;br /&gt;we always seem to be on the move and not just chilling at home&lt;br /&gt;and trying to get a good shot of a running two year old...&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE - i just give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i start to realize how the time isn't slowing down&lt;br /&gt;that in less than a year i will have my oldest step son entering college&lt;br /&gt;youngest step son just entered teenage"hood"&lt;br /&gt;and a 2 year old going on 16 already&lt;br /&gt;STOP STOP STOP&lt;br /&gt;the insanity of this clock moving in fast forward has to stop&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of complaining about the time&lt;br /&gt;and how i want things to slow down&lt;br /&gt;wanting more time to just enjoy these wonderful gifts i was blessed with&lt;br /&gt;in reality i'm the one that can slow it down and enjoy them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to take down the camera the other night&lt;br /&gt;just sit and snap away while kennedy played&lt;br /&gt;while zach enjoyed the water slide&lt;br /&gt;and i enjoyed time with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i actually made a little time to go in and play with the photos&lt;br /&gt;**disclaimer that i am not at all good or knowledgeable with editing ; so easy on critiquing**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me, a camera, slow time and God's wonderful blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YyDVv0bjkE/TjduVjhRW4I/AAAAAAAABK8/XQqVewQCmRs/s1600/DSC_2608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_YyDVv0bjkE/TjduVjhRW4I/AAAAAAAABK8/XQqVewQCmRs/s400/DSC_2608.JPG" t$="true" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-5271263582640824333?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5271263582640824333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=5271263582640824333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5271263582640824333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5271263582640824333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-pictures.html' title='Summer Pictures'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="woj"&gt; “Martha, Martha,”&lt;/span&gt; the Lord answered, &lt;span class="woj"&gt;“you are worried and upset about many things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt; but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 10:38-42&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i have struggled the past few weeks with the thoughts, like any other person,&lt;br /&gt;that there just aren't enough hours in the day and days in the weekend&lt;br /&gt;while i have to work outside the home&lt;br /&gt;i still strive to keep my home as a woman,wife and mother that is there majority of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading facebook statuses of friends who are enjoying the slowness of a summer day&lt;br /&gt;lounging by the pool or playing in the sprinkler with their little ones outside&lt;br /&gt;i just struggle with the "enviousness" of wanting that "slow" time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning and every evening as i walk pass certain rooms&lt;br /&gt;i say the same thing, and i know it's driving t crazy,&lt;br /&gt;"man, i need to clean this, i need to do that, this is a mess...."&lt;br /&gt;t always reminds me that it's not dirty&lt;br /&gt;that the house isn't a mess&lt;br /&gt;and reminds me that we are a family with a little 2 year old running around&lt;br /&gt;it just seems like i'm losing my time management skills and organization of life's schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, as i realized that the grocery store would have to wait until the weekend&lt;br /&gt;and t was out of his protein breakfast bars&lt;br /&gt;we are getting to the last bit of milk - thankfully k is more of a water drinker&lt;br /&gt;i have freezers full of meat and nothing to go with it&lt;br /&gt;and the stockpile...well it's not really a pile anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i got home from church late last night, we have revival going on,&lt;br /&gt;and i crawled to soak in the tub around 10:45&lt;br /&gt;a sweet, dear friend sent me the perfect text&lt;br /&gt;i love how God places wonderful people in your life&lt;br /&gt;and then allows to use them at the perfect time&lt;br /&gt;she sent me a message in regards to martha and mary&lt;br /&gt;and what we should strive to be like&lt;br /&gt;to not be so distracted by all the other things that are going on&lt;br /&gt;but to focus on what God wants me to do&lt;br /&gt;because if i am doing that then everything else will fall into place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have reread the verse over and over today&lt;br /&gt;pondering on the topic &lt;br /&gt;and how i can make that my desire &lt;br /&gt;how can i be the mary in the 21st century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess while i figure it out&lt;br /&gt;i can go mop and clean the floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3635055930237460585?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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dreaded&lt;br /&gt;nothing really fits rights&lt;br /&gt;or covers enough&lt;br /&gt;or shows enough&lt;br /&gt;bathing suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to let you in on a secret&lt;br /&gt;well not really a secret&lt;br /&gt;but i have not purchased or put on a swim suit in over 3 years&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; now and i promise not to get too strung out on my rampage on my personal opinion&lt;br /&gt;i like to think of myself as a conservative dresser&lt;br /&gt;and that is possibly due to my first years in the job world &lt;br /&gt;were banking jobs where you wore panty hose in the 100 degree 100% humidity&lt;br /&gt;closed toe shoes - NEVER&lt;br /&gt;sleeveless - probably sent home&lt;br /&gt;it helps also that as a teenager i was so insecure about my body&lt;br /&gt;i hated my long bird legs and refused to wear the short shorts or any shorts for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when capris came out - i was stoked, super excited&lt;br /&gt;i could work with these&lt;br /&gt;so i embraced the capris&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't until i was older and could actually appreciate my height &lt;br /&gt;and learn way to work on the muscle in my leg to add just even the slightest definition&lt;br /&gt;*i know some are completely falling out laughing right now*&lt;br /&gt;as i near 30 - i completely embrace the areas i do not necessarily like&lt;br /&gt;i learn to to dress those areas and embrace my "i wanna wear stretchy pants days"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with this conservativeness comes the dreaded picking out the suit&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to look like grandma down the beach&lt;br /&gt;and i most definitely don't want to look like a mother who is trying desperately to look 20 years younger&lt;br /&gt;while i want to look good and hide the areas i don't like&lt;br /&gt;granted heidi and gisele can rock a string bikini like no other&lt;br /&gt;but i know i'm not that nor will i ever be - so why try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do i go for the one piece&lt;br /&gt;classy, still flattering and can be sexy - is that term allowed on blogger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-831aDstyxyg/Th8bRx0ea4I/AAAAAAAABKc/RWL5Wk-uKcY/s1600/Swimsuit2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-831aDstyxyg/Th8bRx0ea4I/AAAAAAAABKc/RWL5Wk-uKcY/s400/Swimsuit2.bmp" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2p1bxji6O0/TiC-ZuveNPI/AAAAAAAABKk/zWAVEVUSKgA/s1600/Swimsuit.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C2p1bxji6O0/TiC-ZuveNPI/AAAAAAAABKk/zWAVEVUSKgA/s1600/Swimsuit.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;or do you go with the tankini...because that is the way around &lt;br /&gt;still being able to sport a "kini" but cover up a little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zn8CvZbvztE/TiC-bK4XkII/AAAAAAAABKo/dXnO3fgLaz0/s1600/swimsuit+II.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zn8CvZbvztE/TiC-bK4XkII/AAAAAAAABKo/dXnO3fgLaz0/s1600/swimsuit+II.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ_wNg280oc/TiC-ciRsJwI/AAAAAAAABKs/lPq4o8eQ_MU/s1600/Swimsuit+III.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;no comes the cover up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;we all know a tshirt and umbros just don't cut it when you are over the age of 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1ZK7OU0das/TiDJNlPGwUI/AAAAAAAABK0/EfL8HbmAbbs/s1600/tory+burch+swim+coverup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1ZK7OU0das/TiDJNlPGwUI/AAAAAAAABK0/EfL8HbmAbbs/s320/tory+burch+swim+coverup.jpg" width="255px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW2-oOnTcNE/TiDJPUz-VLI/AAAAAAAABK4/SUd8V45obck/s1600/tory+burch+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW2-oOnTcNE/TiDJPUz-VLI/AAAAAAAABK4/SUd8V45obck/s320/tory+burch+II.jpg" width="281px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;eventually i will slip on that perfect swim suit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;that makes me feel confident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;it won't scream i'm trying to be a teenager again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and i pray it doesn't scream old lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;in the meantime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i will continue to search for that perfect one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;***pictures courtesy of jcrew.com and toryburch.com***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-9133225901305275561?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9133225901305275561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-831aDstyxyg/Th8bRx0ea4I/AAAAAAAABKc/RWL5Wk-uKcY/s72-c/Swimsuit2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-4184026254047386539</id><published>2011-07-04T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:18:14.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random weekend thoughts (last weekend)</title><content type='html'>1. i'm so thankful i still have left over spice tea mix&lt;br /&gt;that my sister so graciously makes me over the holidays&lt;br /&gt;because i have spent all weekend in bed with the worst body aches &lt;br /&gt;and sore throat&lt;br /&gt;why must one get sick on a weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoOnKKBhb_A/ThFMMMVEXwI/AAAAAAAABKQ/kQ9svIPt0t4/s1600/DSC_2335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoOnKKBhb_A/ThFMMMVEXwI/AAAAAAAABKQ/kQ9svIPt0t4/s400/DSC_2335.JPG" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. kennedy needs her toe repainted&lt;br /&gt;as she crawls all over me and this laptop while i type&lt;br /&gt;i realize it's time for a pedi&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i kind of like her chipped paint toenails&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of all the playing and fun times she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWgQjLThYcU/ThFLe71EY2I/AAAAAAAABKA/RRrd4bw1itA/s1600/Kennedy+Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWgQjLThYcU/ThFLe71EY2I/AAAAAAAABKA/RRrd4bw1itA/s400/Kennedy+Window.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when i'm under the weather and just have a little time to lay around&lt;br /&gt;i realize how much stuff needs a "touch up" on the ole home front&lt;br /&gt;t really doesn't like it when&amp;nbsp;i have alot of down time at home&lt;br /&gt;because it usually ends up with a list or my voice talking about all the needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lizwzec1OGI/ThFLuexyqLI/AAAAAAAABKI/d3NRquB55L0/s1600/kises.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lizwzec1OGI/ThFLuexyqLI/AAAAAAAABKI/d3NRquB55L0/s400/kises.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. otis really needs a bath so he can get the love and attention he so desires as a dog!&lt;br /&gt;his smell is just indescribable...but yet he's just the cutest thing with those long ears and body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yD0r9r9STf8/ThFLhXgwa3I/AAAAAAAABKE/bb9bIChCM3U/s1600/Kennedy+locking+door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yD0r9r9STf8/ThFLhXgwa3I/AAAAAAAABKE/bb9bIChCM3U/s400/Kennedy+locking+door.jpg" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i made egg salad today for the first time&lt;br /&gt;wanted something light and fresh&lt;br /&gt;was thinking since t and i are both really watching what we eat &lt;br /&gt;and trying to get in as much exercise as our schedules allow&lt;br /&gt;i thought the egg salad was great&lt;br /&gt;i believe t ate it just because i made it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. t keeps having to go up on his belt holes because when he decides it's time to &lt;br /&gt;lose weight and exercise the weight just falls off&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like, literally he thinks about losing weight and poof it's starts to disappear&lt;br /&gt;while i sit back and think...i ran13 miles...and continue to run as regular as i can&lt;br /&gt;and still have to pull out the fat pants every now and then&lt;br /&gt;oh well, kudos to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytw9YsxM720/ThFMJm5SO3I/AAAAAAAABKM/itqhAaTtaXw/s1600/DSC_2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ytw9YsxM720/ThFMJm5SO3I/AAAAAAAABKM/itqhAaTtaXw/s400/DSC_2294.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; i love the sight of my hibiscus bush on my deck and it's fresh blooms everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IO00ACQSorM/ThFLcYUU_qI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_zqoLtbxcEU/s1600/habicisus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IO00ACQSorM/ThFLcYUU_qI/AAAAAAAABJ8/_zqoLtbxcEU/s400/habicisus.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your raining sunday...i am mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-4184026254047386539?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4184026254047386539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=4184026254047386539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4184026254047386539'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1701617090779243487</id><published>2011-06-26T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:24:40.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i let it get the best of me</title><content type='html'>i had my first real "i'm a terrible mother" moment last night&lt;br /&gt;i've felt that way when i first came back to work but i blame alot of that on hormones&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty close to blaming last night on horomones too&lt;br /&gt;(isn't it great to be a woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-viU0miFD1Bk/TgdOPrFUlbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/L8D1fQmdXpQ/s1600/DSC_2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-viU0miFD1Bk/TgdOPrFUlbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/L8D1fQmdXpQ/s400/DSC_2266.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me trying to get my 2 year old to take the most awful smelling medicine in&lt;br /&gt;and her screaming, kicking, back bends, spitting, yelling "i don't like", arms flying around crazy&lt;br /&gt;just about shot my nerves last night&lt;br /&gt;in fact it did&lt;br /&gt;i just had to remove myself and all the tools i used to try to convince my daughter &lt;br /&gt;that this horrible, perm like smell, medicine is delicious and she should take it like a good little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pJD15qnA9c/TgJPx8exX4I/AAAAAAAABJo/nr4oKzGC_rc/s1600/DSCN0214%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--pJD15qnA9c/TgJPx8exX4I/AAAAAAAABJo/nr4oKzGC_rc/s400/DSCN0214%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had pink medicine on my face and clothes&lt;br /&gt;it was all over the floor&lt;br /&gt;we went through 3 pajama shirts of hers&lt;br /&gt;probably 20 wipes and 2 rags later&lt;br /&gt;i waved the white flag&lt;br /&gt;i was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rbwVpD8cSc/TgdOLox3r9I/AAAAAAAABJw/t7dHEB4MEKQ/s1600/DSC_2261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1rbwVpD8cSc/TgdOLox3r9I/AAAAAAAABJw/t7dHEB4MEKQ/s400/DSC_2261.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point my nerves are shot&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrible because it's my duty as her mother to make sure that i help get her well&lt;br /&gt;even if that means forcing this stuff down her&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't accomplish that&lt;br /&gt;mission= failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HL2zpACypqA/TgJQQAFDB5I/AAAAAAAABJs/8vbVjL8ciMI/s1600/DSCN0099%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HL2zpACypqA/TgJQQAFDB5I/AAAAAAAABJs/8vbVjL8ciMI/s400/DSCN0099%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i raised my voice at kennedy, like she did something wrong, when a toy slammed me upside the head&lt;br /&gt;i walked away and just stood at the kitchen counter&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly soft little foot steps came in beside me&lt;br /&gt;and the sweetest little arms just wrapped around my leg and squeezed on tight&lt;br /&gt;talk about feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as i went to get kennedy ready for bed, earlier than normal, and we said our prayers&lt;br /&gt;i could barely get through as the tears started to stream down my face&lt;br /&gt;all i want and pray is for my precious child to get better and this horrible rash clear up on her face&lt;br /&gt;i just want her to take the medicine and for everything to look and feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i continued my pity party throughout the remainder of the evening&lt;br /&gt;i keep feeling those tiny arms wrap around my leg&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of this child's unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;all while i thought she just hated me for raising my voice and forcing this nasty stuff down her throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;she just wanted to play and hug on her mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbsSd7emqzM/TgdOU7CFPzI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QWJ-Lzf-sGQ/s1600/DSC_2273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbsSd7emqzM/TgdOU7CFPzI/AAAAAAAABJ4/QWJ-Lzf-sGQ/s400/DSC_2273.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i learned, yet, another trick today at work that i will try in order to get this medicine into her system&lt;br /&gt;and i pray that it works and i ask you blog readers, if you remember and find the time, to lift her up in prayer &lt;br /&gt;in the meantime i am keeping my nerves and emotions in check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next dose,&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1701617090779243487?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-viU0miFD1Bk/TgdOPrFUlbI/AAAAAAAABJ0/L8D1fQmdXpQ/s72-c/DSC_2266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-238899489562362049</id><published>2011-06-20T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:13:49.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>infantigo</title><content type='html'>right before i took kennedy to sewanee to have her picturs made&lt;br /&gt;i noticed a small little "baby pimple"&lt;br /&gt;you've seen new borns that have them&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think anything of it&lt;br /&gt;except for "great...she has a little pimple before i have her pictures made"&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am somewhat vain when it comes to her face&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow...didn't think anything more of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the day ended from having her photos made&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i noticed some redness on each side of her nose&lt;br /&gt;we concluded that it was from us constantly wiping her nose while we were outside&lt;br /&gt;with our fingers&lt;br /&gt;again...didn't give it much thought&lt;br /&gt;kept aquaphore on it and thought it would just go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month later&lt;br /&gt;2 doctor's appointments&lt;br /&gt;2 topical creams&lt;br /&gt;1 nasty smelling pink antibiotic&lt;br /&gt;a fever high fever&lt;br /&gt;and an appointment with a dermatologist scheduled&lt;br /&gt;i learned it was a strep rash...otherwise known as infantigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not sure how she got it&lt;br /&gt;but i know i have to get rid of this rash that is covering almost the whole bottom part of her chin&lt;br /&gt;now it's causing my girl to be sick and i feel so bad for just blowing it off as a pimple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dr today said "scarlet fever" and seriously, as i hate to admit this,&lt;br /&gt;i really thought was just part of the Scarlett Letter book...not that it was something real&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't have scarlet fever...but it's kind of like the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart broke today as her fever reached 103 - the highest it has ever been&lt;br /&gt;and she just laid on the couch- lifeless&lt;br /&gt;and let me just assure you this child is not lifeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vain"ness" in me wants this rash to go away and her face to not be left with any scars&lt;br /&gt;and the mother in me wants to take all of this discomfort away&lt;br /&gt;i know how miserable i feel with a little fever&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine what that little body must feel like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;nbsp; laugh as i sit here and document this&lt;br /&gt;because my mom has called me numerous times&lt;br /&gt;as instructed by my father to check on nenny&lt;br /&gt;and in her own little mother way&lt;br /&gt;wanted to make sure that&amp;nbsp;i check kennedy every 2 hours tonight for fever&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not that they feel i can't take care of her&lt;br /&gt;but it just showed me even more how much this little girl is loved &lt;br /&gt;and how much this little girl is spoiled rotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't taken any pictures of her face or the infection&lt;br /&gt;but now as i write this...i guess i should to document&lt;br /&gt;until then...&lt;br /&gt;kiss your babies&lt;br /&gt;hold them tight&lt;br /&gt;and if they are asleep safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;healthy and full&lt;br /&gt;thank God above for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-238899489562362049?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/238899489562362049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=238899489562362049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/238899489562362049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/238899489562362049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/06/infantigo.html' title='infantigo'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-4704625900286291031</id><published>2011-06-20T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:56:26.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings disguised as burdens</title><content type='html'>Lord, please grant me more patience for the things that are truly your blessings&lt;br /&gt;as i got running late the other morning&lt;br /&gt;because kennedy wanted to eat just the icing on the donut&lt;br /&gt;and there were little bity crumbs everywhere on the rug&lt;br /&gt;sausage was under the coffee table&lt;br /&gt;she didn't like the shoes i put on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIwW6HeySWI/TgAHzWjgjcI/AAAAAAAABJg/72nHWmfT_Tk/s1600/DSC_1769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIwW6HeySWI/TgAHzWjgjcI/AAAAAAAABJg/72nHWmfT_Tk/s320/DSC_1769.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized i hadn't watered my plants&lt;br /&gt;dropped something on the pants that i had on&lt;br /&gt;forgot to sit out something for dinner&lt;br /&gt;it was just a big mess of unnecessary stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjVJrIo-4SM/TgAH28rCcvI/AAAAAAAABJk/ZcTeNEme8Xo/s1600/DSC_2236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FjVJrIo-4SM/TgAH28rCcvI/AAAAAAAABJk/ZcTeNEme8Xo/s400/DSC_2236.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got in the car and decided it was the best morning for the &lt;em&gt;fish &lt;/em&gt;station&lt;br /&gt;i need to reconnect and see all the blessings that are right in front of my face&lt;br /&gt;and just as HE does&lt;br /&gt;this song came on&lt;br /&gt;i love it love it love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a turn up the radio&lt;br /&gt;open your sunroof (or roll down windows)&lt;br /&gt;and soak in all that you are blessed with&lt;br /&gt;thank HIM for those blessings&lt;br /&gt;and cherish them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo8zIl_fejg/TgAHs39YnqI/AAAAAAAABJc/LDB2UvxkXVA/s1600/DSC_1768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo8zIl_fejg/TgAHs39YnqI/AAAAAAAABJc/LDB2UvxkXVA/s400/DSC_1768.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost my keys in the great unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and call me please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I can't find my phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that drives me crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's getting to me lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the middle of my little mess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forget how big I'm blessed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that gets under my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I've gotta trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know exactly what Your doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;might not be what I would choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but this is the stuff You use&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;45 in a 35 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sirens and fines&lt;br /&gt;While I'm running behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so break me of impatience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;conquer my frustrations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got a new appreciation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the stuff YOU use&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics by: francesca battistelli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-4704625900286291031?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4704625900286291031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=4704625900286291031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4704625900286291031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4704625900286291031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/06/blessings-disguised-as-burdens.html' title='blessings disguised as burdens'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIwW6HeySWI/TgAHzWjgjcI/AAAAAAAABJg/72nHWmfT_Tk/s72-c/DSC_1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-7348288109694193794</id><published>2011-06-09T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:16:03.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never too early</title><content type='html'>i remember as a child getting so excited&lt;br /&gt;when i was able to go to sanrio surprises for new paper and pens&lt;br /&gt;or when a new lisa frank stationary design came out&lt;br /&gt;i had stacks and stacks of stationary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember it taking so much time to find the perfect&lt;br /&gt;piece of stationary to write my pen pal&lt;br /&gt;to this day i love cards and stationary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always tried to do a good job of sending thank you notes&lt;br /&gt;when people have had us over&lt;br /&gt;when we receive a gift&lt;br /&gt;i try to send out cards when someone is heavy on my heart&lt;br /&gt;to others that may be sick or having something going on&lt;br /&gt;my life is like others, in that it is filled with so much in so little time&lt;br /&gt;i've neglected sending out notes lately&lt;br /&gt;and i carry a shameless guilt and embarrassment around for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i had kennedy's 1st birthday i made sure we sent out notes to everyone that attended&lt;br /&gt;and this party was no different&lt;br /&gt;i feel weird asking my sister to write down who brought what&lt;br /&gt;but i feel it is extremely important to teach &lt;br /&gt;manners at a very early age&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly i want to teach those &lt;br /&gt;good &lt;em&gt;southern belle&lt;/em&gt; manners (that i lacked most of) to kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across this great site &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahandabraham.com/"&gt;http://www.sarahandabraham.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and two days later had the most adorable notecards for kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4e68onho7s/TfF92XAv_cI/AAAAAAAABJU/ce5GFk5vAYs/s1600/DSC_2252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4e68onho7s/TfF92XAv_cI/AAAAAAAABJU/ce5GFk5vAYs/s400/DSC_2252.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can't write yet but mark my words&lt;br /&gt;as soon as she is able to do a little more than scribble or tear the paper&lt;br /&gt;she will sign or start rambling her own thank you cards&lt;br /&gt;never too early to teach a girl some good southern belle manners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPjic5tFBwk/TfF9znBCfSI/AAAAAAAABJQ/K6mxfUPJdgA/s1600/DSC_2251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPjic5tFBwk/TfF9znBCfSI/AAAAAAAABJQ/K6mxfUPJdgA/s400/DSC_2251.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**i could write a whole post on the "teenage" girls i see now days - Lord help me when mine is a teenager**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Timothy 4:12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings, &lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7348288109694193794?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7348288109694193794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=7348288109694193794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7348288109694193794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7348288109694193794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-too-early.html' title='never too early'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4e68onho7s/TfF92XAv_cI/AAAAAAAABJU/ce5GFk5vAYs/s72-c/DSC_2252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-4434427727951983368</id><published>2011-06-06T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:41:51.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>capture it</title><content type='html'>i've been just dying to share these pictures&lt;br /&gt;of who else but &lt;br /&gt;babygirl K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a little road trip, the first of many,&lt;br /&gt;to a gorgeous town, Sawenee&lt;br /&gt;we got to hang out with the most fun&lt;br /&gt;most adorable &lt;br /&gt;energetic photographer&lt;br /&gt;and old school mate i know&lt;br /&gt;we got 3 fun filled hours of playing while she took pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you, are like me,&amp;nbsp;desiring to capture your family &lt;br /&gt;or child as you see them everyday&lt;br /&gt;(you know what i am talking about)&lt;br /&gt;capturing their personality&lt;br /&gt;their love&lt;br /&gt;their &lt;em&gt;attitudes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you need to visit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cortneysmithphotography.blopgspot.com/"&gt;http://www.cortneysmithphotography.blopgspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't be disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can help me decide which ones, probably all of them, that i need to purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link and the password is &lt;strong&gt;kennedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cortneysmith.zenfolio.com/kennedy"&gt;http://cortneysmith.zenfolio.com/kennedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-4434427727951983368?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4434427727951983368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=4434427727951983368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4434427727951983368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4434427727951983368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/06/capture-it.html' title='capture it'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-5110290782824200509</id><published>2011-06-02T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:12:14.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday recap</title><content type='html'>i guess i need to just go ahead and get this out there&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;there will be lots of pictures&lt;br /&gt;with sappy mommy of a precious TWO year old commentary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iwZRyuxUjs/TehAiA_v1kI/AAAAAAAABJI/RyB5x7Nzwww/s1600/DSC_2187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iwZRyuxUjs/TehAiA_v1kI/AAAAAAAABJI/RyB5x7Nzwww/s400/DSC_2187.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBMGVC1d0KM/TehAmJYWWEI/AAAAAAAABJM/S-1Nm_aHnCA/s1600/DSC_2184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JBMGVC1d0KM/TehAmJYWWEI/AAAAAAAABJM/S-1Nm_aHnCA/s400/DSC_2184.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to document these things &lt;br /&gt;which i have been doing a really bad job of&lt;br /&gt;i do pull out the baby book &lt;br /&gt;to document the things she does or "likes" for that month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in blog world you can be as detailed or little as you want&lt;br /&gt;with space and space and space to write&lt;br /&gt;so onto the infamous TWO year birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back and forth alot on what i wanted to do for k's birthday &lt;br /&gt;-like immediately after her first birthday -&lt;br /&gt;i'm nuts - i know this&lt;br /&gt;i knew "cookies and milk" would be the perfect fit for this age&lt;br /&gt;plus k gets my sweet tooth so i knew she would love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGapi36R-9g/Teg-nXTOxNI/AAAAAAAABH8/FcEpKnsfWos/s1600/DSC_1859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGapi36R-9g/Teg-nXTOxNI/AAAAAAAABH8/FcEpKnsfWos/s400/DSC_1859.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qX-jStDl3Ek/Teg-qkjDzDI/AAAAAAAABIA/nmxmKAyfC4g/s1600/DSC_1814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qX-jStDl3Ek/Teg-qkjDzDI/AAAAAAAABIA/nmxmKAyfC4g/s400/DSC_1814.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pygua6lRHGQ/Teg-wVMZh5I/AAAAAAAABIE/bh4G7hWXWXQ/s1600/DSC_1811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pygua6lRHGQ/Teg-wVMZh5I/AAAAAAAABIE/bh4G7hWXWXQ/s400/DSC_1811.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wjtdw60-m4/Teg-1qStkVI/AAAAAAAABII/jPCzmnLUU4w/s1600/DSC_1841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7wjtdw60-m4/Teg-1qStkVI/AAAAAAAABII/jPCzmnLUU4w/s400/DSC_1841.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6v2HodSkWI/Teg_G2KRRwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/6il5lLy61ns/s1600/DSC_1865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C6v2HodSkWI/Teg_G2KRRwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/6il5lLy61ns/s400/DSC_1865.JPG" t8="true" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so milk and cookies it was&lt;br /&gt;now...do we go big and bright&lt;br /&gt;or soft and girlie&lt;br /&gt;nothing to that i get lost in other blogs&lt;br /&gt;so where do i go for inspiration&lt;br /&gt;where else...but blog world&lt;br /&gt;world wide web is incredible&lt;br /&gt;type in idea and you get the overload of different ideas and themes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take much credit for the things her party consisted of&lt;br /&gt;i took a little from this idea and a little from that idea and made MY idea&lt;br /&gt;there...that sounds good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just knew my SIL was going to strangle me if i called&lt;br /&gt;one more time with another idea for the cake and cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;she was in the middle of packing and preparing to move&lt;br /&gt;to another state and here i am calling about a birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;i got to give her major props&lt;br /&gt;she did awesome&lt;br /&gt;this is the 4th cake i have seen her do now and she just amazes me&lt;br /&gt;really...i don't think there isn't anything type of cake she can't master&lt;br /&gt;typically...cute/pretty cakes are just that&lt;br /&gt;cute and pretty with no taste&lt;br /&gt;well hers has a great taste and fluffy...&lt;br /&gt;and my kiddos just loved the icing&lt;br /&gt;i think the exact words were it was "da bomb"&lt;br /&gt;which in kid/teenage terms means GREAT JOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late one evening as i was cutting and putting stuff together&lt;br /&gt;i got all morbid and thought about if something happens to me&lt;br /&gt;who would make sure that all her future birthdays were special&lt;br /&gt;and that all the time to make things just right and personalized for her&lt;br /&gt;so i popped up on the kitchen counter&lt;br /&gt;and made T promise to me&lt;br /&gt;that if something ever happens to me that he would do all he could to make &lt;br /&gt;her birthdays special&lt;br /&gt;that he would learn to make crafts&lt;br /&gt;or enlist my sister to help him&lt;br /&gt;granted, as i am making him promise me all this&lt;br /&gt;it hits me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3-pJU58_aI/Teg-6n0-1EI/AAAAAAAABIM/N61iZeP-lwE/s1600/DSC_1856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3-pJU58_aI/Teg-6n0-1EI/AAAAAAAABIM/N61iZeP-lwE/s400/DSC_1856.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mIMkjJN_Dk/Teg_VO5NO3I/AAAAAAAABIY/Q_yLSEtmBUE/s1600/DSC_1919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4mIMkjJN_Dk/Teg_VO5NO3I/AAAAAAAABIY/Q_yLSEtmBUE/s400/DSC_1919.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfQ2aB8kBxo/Teg_kt535zI/AAAAAAAABIg/8fSbEahLqk0/s1600/DSC_1956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfQ2aB8kBxo/Teg_kt535zI/AAAAAAAABIg/8fSbEahLqk0/s400/DSC_1956.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what hits me....&lt;br /&gt;the fact that my baby is turning TWO&lt;br /&gt;and you moms out there know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;i just broke out into a sobbing mess&lt;br /&gt;i mean...i was a boo hooing MESS&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's cool...i can completely admit it and i'm proud to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor T&lt;br /&gt;he just stood there like "seriously, you are breaking down NOW"&lt;br /&gt;he then encouraged me to go in her room and give some kisses&lt;br /&gt;to which i replied, in between the snot sniffles, &lt;br /&gt;"i can't get it together and i will wake her"&lt;br /&gt;so i stood over her crib...trying to quietly sob as i watched this precious &lt;br /&gt;white headed. blue eye girl of mine rest in dreamland&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried to sob quietly?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i seriously thought the longer i sat there and just watched her breathe&lt;br /&gt;i was going to lose it&lt;br /&gt;so out i went and tried to regain composer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8AR3pHfORQ/Teg_Okf6uiI/AAAAAAAABIU/YrfjouAIFBs/s1600/DSC_1913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8AR3pHfORQ/Teg_Okf6uiI/AAAAAAAABIU/YrfjouAIFBs/s400/DSC_1913.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_IuUvQUx_U/Teg_cADnbcI/AAAAAAAABIc/nHINSszaD3o/s1600/DSC_1944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_IuUvQUx_U/Teg_cADnbcI/AAAAAAAABIc/nHINSszaD3o/s400/DSC_1944.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2B6ACH6PwsI/Teg_6Zf_u5I/AAAAAAAABIw/zy_ovTJLTE0/s1600/DSC_2021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2B6ACH6PwsI/Teg_6Zf_u5I/AAAAAAAABIw/zy_ovTJLTE0/s400/DSC_2021.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3GAVrepRi4/TehACKAhE4I/AAAAAAAABI0/xlyqPspLDTs/s1600/DSC_2042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3GAVrepRi4/TehACKAhE4I/AAAAAAAABI0/xlyqPspLDTs/s400/DSC_2042.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;now back to birthday&lt;br /&gt;i tried to delegate this time&lt;br /&gt;which if you know me...that really isn't a word in my vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;i've mentioned before i have this desire to do it all and my ego likes to prove i can&lt;br /&gt;this year...my ego was tired&lt;br /&gt;i actually let my sister bake some of the cookies&lt;br /&gt;i delegated t with some items&lt;br /&gt;i let someone else make the invites - which by the way are incredible if i say so myself&lt;br /&gt;and let my SIL do the cake/cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;this saved me so much time and lots of sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i think the party was a huge success&lt;br /&gt;kennedy slept until about 15 minutes before people arrived&lt;br /&gt;which was great but at the same time freaked her out&lt;br /&gt;that she woke up and then there was a house full of people &lt;br /&gt;some of her friends came that she is comfortable around&lt;br /&gt;and by the end of the party she was wild and letting lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQnAWbnw6Pc/Teg_r0_SW6I/AAAAAAAABIk/mJikQgzIlv0/s1600/DSC_1984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQnAWbnw6Pc/Teg_r0_SW6I/AAAAAAAABIk/mJikQgzIlv0/s400/DSC_1984.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZk4dbOMfRw/Teg_vLijMVI/AAAAAAAABIo/xmgUx25k0cQ/s1600/DSC_2002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZk4dbOMfRw/Teg_vLijMVI/AAAAAAAABIo/xmgUx25k0cQ/s400/DSC_2002.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjv-Fv_ysdc/Teg_z6G3VFI/AAAAAAAABIs/lfv2ZF9ttrI/s1600/DSC_2004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kjv-Fv_ysdc/Teg_z6G3VFI/AAAAAAAABIs/lfv2ZF9ttrI/s400/DSC_2004.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIetMD1AhL8/TehAQvfKNfI/AAAAAAAABI8/L9ZvO-Zoh0A/s1600/DSC_2086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIetMD1AhL8/TehAQvfKNfI/AAAAAAAABI8/L9ZvO-Zoh0A/s400/DSC_2086.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so after cleaning a house spotless before everyone arrives&lt;br /&gt;and watching icing smear on the floor&lt;br /&gt;crumbs drop everywhere&lt;br /&gt;milk spill&lt;br /&gt;and toys galore everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i just smiled thinking these are some of the best times of my life&lt;br /&gt;my daughter is so happy&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by people she loves &lt;br /&gt;and people that love her dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought&lt;br /&gt;we will be moving the party to the deck/patio next year&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as i say that it will down pour&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i have about 360 days to figure that out&lt;br /&gt;and don't think birthday 3 hasn't already crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbGewUsZd88/TehAF9mXxkI/AAAAAAAABI4/MoLbA2-RkVA/s1600/DSC_2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YbGewUsZd88/TehAF9mXxkI/AAAAAAAABI4/MoLbA2-RkVA/s400/DSC_2081.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyUcfBKk7zk/TehAXxxCseI/AAAAAAAABJA/uItZrga9jsw/s1600/DSC_2146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyUcfBKk7zk/TehAXxxCseI/AAAAAAAABJA/uItZrga9jsw/s400/DSC_2146.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HF_49j0gRgU/TehAek1_wsI/AAAAAAAABJE/kgqiPs83J_E/s1600/DSC_2215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HF_49j0gRgU/TehAek1_wsI/AAAAAAAABJE/kgqiPs83J_E/s400/DSC_2215.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as a friend told me the other day "she doesn't drive...she gets "drove around"...true diva in the making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-5110290782824200509?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5110290782824200509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=5110290782824200509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5110290782824200509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/5110290782824200509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-recap.html' title='birthday recap'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iwZRyuxUjs/TehAiA_v1kI/AAAAAAAABJI/RyB5x7Nzwww/s72-c/DSC_2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-4214153384101763064</id><published>2011-05-27T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:33:33.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this moment</title><content type='html'>it's too late on a friday night to be blogging&lt;br /&gt;much less doing anything else&lt;br /&gt;but with 3 cups of coffee in me &lt;br /&gt;i have a little bit of energy lagging on to capture this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i have put some finishing touches on k's 2nd birthday party&lt;br /&gt;and i am able to sit down and look around&lt;br /&gt;i am at such a place of peace and feeling so blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and would love to be at least 2 hours into some good sleep&lt;br /&gt;but i have her turning 2 only one time in her whole life&lt;br /&gt;i don't get these moments back&lt;br /&gt;i don't get to have a "redo" with her if i fail or don't like something&lt;br /&gt;i have to make this moment, this day, this second count and mean something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lunch with a friend today and we were discussing people that &lt;br /&gt;were very obviously passionate about love, family, faith, and tradition&lt;br /&gt;i have passion for things but not like the passion i have for k&lt;br /&gt;that's good and bad&lt;br /&gt;i need to have a deep passion for helping others&lt;br /&gt;making a difference&lt;br /&gt;my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here, this late at night, making sure little details of her party are just right&lt;br /&gt;when really...she just wants to carry around a straw and a cup&lt;br /&gt;because that is what she is passionate about at this moment&lt;br /&gt;and then in 3 minutes she will be passionate about her doll and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is tired and words are jumble&lt;br /&gt;and i still sit in amazement that my little girl is 2&lt;br /&gt;each day she is getting more and more independent but still so helpless at the same time&lt;br /&gt;her vocabulary is going into something fierce &lt;br /&gt;and provides me with the best laughter i could imagine&lt;br /&gt;her hugs are getting tighter because she is still so strong and healthy&lt;br /&gt;her kisses are sweeter than anything imaginable&lt;br /&gt;her little hand that holds so tight to mine as we walk together&lt;br /&gt;holds a little tighter grip&lt;br /&gt;her little toes are destined to be painted pink&lt;br /&gt;and that silk blonde hair is softer than any blanket i've ever owned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my little baby and the sweet cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;but i love my toddler, who each days amazes me with what she learns and sees&lt;br /&gt;as i sit here, yes a little teary eyed,&amp;nbsp;reminiscing about when i first brought her home&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but be excited, too, for this great new phase that we get to experience together&lt;br /&gt;i think it's going to be one fun adventureous journey together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;br /&gt;p.s - birthday party tomorrow....blog picture overload following!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-4214153384101763064?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4214153384101763064/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8645187849748516533</id><published>2011-05-25T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:09:41.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>copy cat</title><content type='html'>i love when i plan to take a day off&lt;br /&gt;and it actually happens as i have it all planned in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time if i have to take a day off&lt;br /&gt;it's because someone is sick or an event out of my control happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to be able to take this past friday off on k's 2nd birthday&lt;br /&gt;was such a blessing and delight&lt;br /&gt;we didnt' make huge plans&lt;br /&gt;we didn't have a 3 ring circus in mind&lt;br /&gt;just some mommy/daughter time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwPPwakFWcM/TdvgXDisdLI/AAAAAAAABGk/qOrkCMhDtII/s1600/Birthday+2011+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwPPwakFWcM/TdvgXDisdLI/AAAAAAAABGk/qOrkCMhDtII/s400/Birthday+2011+048.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice to not have an alarm at 5am&lt;br /&gt;but instead wake up to the sound of "mooooommmmmyyyyy"&lt;br /&gt;coming down the hall&lt;br /&gt;it was even better that it was at 7:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no mad rush to eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;get dressed as fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;load the car and hit the road for an hour commute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead we, meaning I, enjoyed a cup of coffee while k ran around in her pajamas and played&lt;br /&gt;then we just put on some shoes - while she was still in her jammies&lt;br /&gt;and we took off for some sonic french toast sticks&lt;br /&gt;it was a pleasant morning&lt;br /&gt;so we ditched eating in the car and sat outside at the picnic table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wSK_oWpbI/Tdvgn6TrG0I/AAAAAAAABGw/onDR-gx1mGQ/s1600/Birthday+2011+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wSK_oWpbI/Tdvgn6TrG0I/AAAAAAAABGw/onDR-gx1mGQ/s400/Birthday+2011+013.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was her birthday and the kid wanted tater tots...&lt;br /&gt;so she had some tater tots for breakfast &lt;br /&gt;**don't judge me - she's our little girl**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the laid back day consisted of more playtime at home&lt;br /&gt;a quick trip to uncle mick's house to pick up some items&lt;br /&gt;some loving from nana (she also had balloons on my door the night before k)&lt;br /&gt;a visit from my nena and cousin eli&lt;br /&gt;whom by the way brought the most delious strawberry shortcake cupcake&lt;br /&gt;sidewalk chalk&lt;br /&gt;bubbles&lt;br /&gt;spagetti dinner&lt;br /&gt;a warm bath&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;nightime reading&lt;br /&gt;and lots of hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvnlWKyHaaM/Tdvgin8q_NI/AAAAAAAABGs/0T3jYtYbKT4/s1600/Birthday+2011+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvnlWKyHaaM/Tdvgin8q_NI/AAAAAAAABGs/0T3jYtYbKT4/s400/Birthday+2011+012.jpg" t8="true" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may not have been a fancy day for her 2nd birthday &lt;br /&gt;but it was just what we needed&lt;br /&gt;being with her all day ALONE &lt;br /&gt;i catch myself just watching her in "awe" of her mannerisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you out there with kids, as i am sure you are aware, it amazes me how much they watch you&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to sometimes really define love &lt;br /&gt;and to define love from a child's heart&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they may not understand what it means when those little lips speak "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;but their actions speak so much more than those words ever will&lt;br /&gt;as i watch my daughter ask for a ponytail &lt;br /&gt;or as she tries to wrap her dolls hair in a bun as her mommy does&lt;br /&gt;i think...that is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i catch her leaning against the wall with her little arms crossed&lt;br /&gt;and realize that i am in the same position&lt;br /&gt;i realize that is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i watch her get the fisher price vaccum while i vaccum up crumbs from her dinner&lt;br /&gt;i realize that is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an ulitmate show of love...&lt;br /&gt;a copy cat...&lt;br /&gt;to mimic every action you do...&lt;br /&gt;that is how i view k's love for me&lt;br /&gt;i know she&amp;nbsp; tells me "i wuv you" in the high pitch squeal she lets out&lt;br /&gt;but when she wants a pony tail&lt;br /&gt;or she squats down when i do&lt;br /&gt;when she grabs a vacuum when i grab a vacuum&lt;br /&gt;that just speaks straight to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings and many more good days off,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8645187849748516533?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8645187849748516533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8645187849748516533' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3270004618230279153</id><published>2011-05-20T20:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:09:09.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/IVvkjuEAwgU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVvkjuEAwgU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVvkjuEAwgU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***Click on the Video Please!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer of lots of pictures and a really emotional mommy!!!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she lovely&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she precious&lt;br /&gt;Less than one minute old&lt;br /&gt;I never thought through love we'd be&lt;br /&gt;Making one as lovely as she&lt;br /&gt;But isn't she lovely made from love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H02UeQ7xu3M/TdcLEdzMgvI/AAAAAAAABFk/mK898lcoqc0/s1600/102_1260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H02UeQ7xu3M/TdcLEdzMgvI/AAAAAAAABFk/mK898lcoqc0/s400/102_1260.JPG" width="400px" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMfUZXiHxfQ/TdcLxbrXsAI/AAAAAAAABF0/PzqFE0Cgyhs/s1600/DSC00475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMfUZXiHxfQ/TdcLxbrXsAI/AAAAAAAABF0/PzqFE0Cgyhs/s400/DSC00475.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxIEXYDblrY/TdcL1MGx-dI/AAAAAAAABF4/XyQ9IJUciB8/s1600/DSC00797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fxIEXYDblrY/TdcL1MGx-dI/AAAAAAAABF4/XyQ9IJUciB8/s400/DSC00797.JPG" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUwy71FEZXE/TdcLalftr8I/AAAAAAAABFs/TOtBHZ8bJ-g/s1600/DSC00179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUwy71FEZXE/TdcLalftr8I/AAAAAAAABFs/TOtBHZ8bJ-g/s400/DSC00179.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she pretty&lt;br /&gt;Truly the angel's best&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I'm so happy&lt;br /&gt;We have been heaven blessed&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what God has done&lt;br /&gt;Through us he's given life to one&lt;br /&gt;But isn't she lovely made from love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmI03Ej7LAA/TdcKk2Hy_xI/AAAAAAAABFU/PgfKxuDmI4I/s1600/Kennedy+Fairway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmI03Ej7LAA/TdcKk2Hy_xI/AAAAAAAABFU/PgfKxuDmI4I/s400/Kennedy+Fairway.jpg" 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ZztxnsftI/TdcL-zUEN_I/AAAAAAAABF8/FESj8t3KB0U/s1600/DSC_6154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ZztxnsftI/TdcL-zUEN_I/AAAAAAAABF8/FESj8t3KB0U/s400/DSC_6154.JPG" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4CU136hUGg/TdcMHUCNiwI/AAAAAAAABGE/2RCCwi-Yo44/s1600/DSC_6308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4CU136hUGg/TdcMHUCNiwI/AAAAAAAABGE/2RCCwi-Yo44/s400/DSC_6308.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she lovely&lt;br /&gt;Life and love are the same&lt;br /&gt;Life is Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of her name&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer,&amp;nbsp;it could have not been done&lt;br /&gt;Without you who conceived the one&lt;br /&gt;That's so very lovely made from love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFz-r7ooAqg/TdcMPB-3GlI/AAAAAAAABGM/_PhFHsi79AE/s1600/DSC_6822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UFz-r7ooAqg/TdcMPB-3GlI/AAAAAAAABGM/_PhFHsi79AE/s400/DSC_6822.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TbqzhDGkaXQ/TdcNApq39VI/AAAAAAAABGg/WssMGRJ_mN0/s1600/DSC_5463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" j8="true" 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style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPv_9Te9Om8/TdcK5YVSRuI/AAAAAAAABFg/agB_cDW5zB4/s400/Birthday+018.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dKZmbiHQJM/TdcKbvzog7I/AAAAAAAABFM/FAY9WCc1sLQ/s1600/Church+with+Kennedy+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_dKZmbiHQJM/TdcKbvzog7I/AAAAAAAABFM/FAY9WCc1sLQ/s400/Church+with+Kennedy+2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9bQ4KJWHXA/TdcKhG9qoGI/AAAAAAAABFQ/BbUctXherMQ/s1600/Innocent+Wonder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9bQ4KJWHXA/TdcKhG9qoGI/AAAAAAAABFQ/BbUctXherMQ/s400/Innocent+Wonder.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;dearest kennedy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;there are no words that can describe the love and admiration that i have for you, my sweet girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;my life is complete with you in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i could of never imagined the joy that a little blond hair blue eye girl could ﻿bring me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;you are full of personality and independence and i can't imagine my life without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i pray that you continue to have a healthy and blessed life that is full of laughter, smiles and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;you are my life...my heart and my joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;happy birthday baby girl!&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3270004618230279153?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3270004618230279153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3270004618230279153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3270004618230279153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3270004618230279153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H02UeQ7xu3M/TdcLEdzMgvI/AAAAAAAABFk/mK898lcoqc0/s72-c/102_1260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1693724713333289753</id><published>2011-05-18T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:15:32.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this has gotta be the good life</title><content type='html'>when i thought about all that i need to recap in this post &lt;br /&gt;a song just happen to come on pandora&amp;nbsp; *side note - i LOVE pandora*&lt;br /&gt;one republic's&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;this has gotta be the good life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thinking of all the events that have taken place over the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;i thought all of these events just remind me how great this all is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where did i last leave off?&lt;br /&gt;we already discussed mom and t's birthday so the next big event was easter&lt;br /&gt;holidays with kiddos are awesom&lt;br /&gt;especially when they are toddlers&lt;br /&gt;the excitement is just so overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;we happen to win a silent auction at k's school right before easter&lt;br /&gt;so that became her easter basket&lt;br /&gt;it was FULL of books&lt;br /&gt;but of course we had to get a &lt;em&gt;few extra little&lt;/em&gt; things to put in there&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*side note that was completely dad's idea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXAFuKEVzTs/TdRp-FsWfVI/AAAAAAAABEY/THOKzxy2-7I/s1600/DSC_1202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXAFuKEVzTs/TdRp-FsWfVI/AAAAAAAABEY/THOKzxy2-7I/s400/DSC_1202.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;not money&lt;br /&gt;guess we have to roll with the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a weekend of chocolate and easter dinner&lt;br /&gt;i had to get on the ball and get those miles in hitting the pavement&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged much about it&lt;br /&gt;but i set out to run the country music half marathon with my sister this year&lt;br /&gt;signed up and paid in january&lt;br /&gt;and knew once i did that there was no turning back&lt;br /&gt;no way was i going to throw $60.00 away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training consisted of some late night runs&lt;br /&gt;sore muscles&lt;br /&gt;tired mind, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;dedication and self discipline&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it was one of the most rewarding &lt;br /&gt;things i have done for myself (other than the birth of kennedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to look forward to those late night runs&lt;br /&gt;it was just me and the fresh night air&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts and my time&lt;br /&gt;no one was calling momma - no one needed something ironed or cleaned&lt;br /&gt;no cell phone&lt;br /&gt;no email&lt;br /&gt;just me, the ipod, and the pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we completed the half in just about 2hours and a half&lt;br /&gt;i was so excited about our time and the fact we ran the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;with exception to the last two miles when i had to stop and stretch&lt;br /&gt;because i just knew my calf was about to blow out of the back of my leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i can mark this off the bucket list&lt;br /&gt;and sign up for more half marathons to run&lt;br /&gt;AFTER these stupid shin splints settle down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following weekend after the marathon was mother's day and my birthday&lt;br /&gt;timing couldn't of been more perfect&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a weekend of spoiling just for me&lt;br /&gt;no doubt i have a great man to spoil me &lt;br /&gt;to take care of me and love me the way i need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAIUfDT8y6M/TdRpxEboXWI/AAAAAAAABEU/dzDLKsmURs8/s1600/Mothers+Day+2011+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAIUfDT8y6M/TdRpxEboXWI/AAAAAAAABEU/dzDLKsmURs8/s400/Mothers+Day+2011+016.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats the homemade gifts that kennedy makes&lt;br /&gt;i do beleive that is the best part of mother's day&lt;br /&gt;i don't pack them away in a box&lt;br /&gt;but they are all proudly displayed in my closet&lt;br /&gt;every time i'm in there i can look and i'm reminded &lt;br /&gt;of how lucky i am to have such a precious little girl&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is busy and hetic&lt;br /&gt;it seems like spring and summer are just packed &lt;br /&gt;with birthdays, holidays and events&lt;br /&gt;hence why the post are so behind&lt;br /&gt;but when i do get a rare 10 minutes to stop&lt;br /&gt;sit and think about all that i have around me&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but feel an overwhelming feeling&lt;br /&gt;of such blessings and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s-SQTW6UAs/TdRpo1LCRdI/AAAAAAAABEM/li8HbfSHioE/s1600/Birthday+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3s-SQTW6UAs/TdRpo1LCRdI/AAAAAAAABEM/li8HbfSHioE/s400/Birthday+008.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my idea of a good life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1693724713333289753?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXAFuKEVzTs/TdRp-FsWfVI/AAAAAAAABEY/THOKzxy2-7I/s72-c/DSC_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8213545018197705459</id><published>2011-04-17T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:41:51.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if you could pick 2...ok we'll say 3</title><content type='html'>have you ever watched a FICTION&lt;br /&gt;show or movie and thought to yourself&lt;br /&gt;they would make a really cool friend?&lt;br /&gt;i have&lt;br /&gt;i look through magazines and think &lt;br /&gt;"i wonder what they are like just hanging out at dinner or lounging"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have three people that if i could make them &lt;br /&gt;a part of my circle of friends&lt;br /&gt;i would&lt;br /&gt;and how ironic that 2 of them are actual "Friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on...woman or man would love to have her as a friend&lt;br /&gt;seriously if she is beside you as a friend you are getting the hook up&lt;br /&gt;thinking of all the awesome clothes you could share&lt;br /&gt;all the beauty tips you could learn&lt;br /&gt;because let's face it...she's a hottie!&lt;br /&gt;and mainly she seems so stinkin cool without even trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu3HDOGf4fo/TapHoudHVwI/AAAAAAAABDg/NqyzbQX909k/s1600/Jennifer+Aniston.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu3HDOGf4fo/TapHoudHVwI/AAAAAAAABDg/NqyzbQX909k/s400/Jennifer+Aniston.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cortney Cox&lt;br /&gt;Lord please allow me to look this great at 45&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but think that she has to be as witty in person&lt;br /&gt;as she was on Friends&lt;br /&gt;granted it was a fiction show&lt;br /&gt;but part of that character had to have some of her traits&lt;br /&gt;even if not i will continue to just believe so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6plTKlrFWys/TapHpkPIE9I/AAAAAAAABDk/dIo2CAnrapI/s1600/Cortney+Cox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6plTKlrFWys/TapHpkPIE9I/AAAAAAAABDk/dIo2CAnrapI/s400/Cortney+Cox.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Julia Roberts&lt;br /&gt;do i really need to explain this???&lt;br /&gt;infectious laugh&lt;br /&gt;seems so down to earth and real&lt;br /&gt;pretty woman&lt;br /&gt;stepmom&lt;br /&gt;run away bride&lt;br /&gt;best friend's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;do i really need to continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brrND8o-bVc/TapJI1dVX0I/AAAAAAAABDw/7r3nHNVuCs0/s1600/Julia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brrND8o-bVc/TapJI1dVX0I/AAAAAAAABDw/7r3nHNVuCs0/s400/Julia.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i look through people magizine &lt;br /&gt;or people.com&lt;br /&gt;the thing that strikes me is this&lt;br /&gt;these celebrities...even though they know they will be photographed&lt;br /&gt;a million times while walking to their car, taking kids to school, grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;they look so real&lt;br /&gt;no fancy clothes to take a dog for a walk&lt;br /&gt;no inappropriate short shorts&lt;br /&gt;chest pushed up to their necks&lt;br /&gt;street walker high heels on at the grocery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my sumner co. town&lt;br /&gt;but seriously some of these women&lt;br /&gt;could learn from &lt;br /&gt;less is always classier - that's my opinion and i'm sticking too it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of the classiest bst friends a girl could need...&lt;br /&gt;her sister and her momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEvWsqHMxhw/TapH3UcKMpI/AAAAAAAABDs/pAXyC_RjnSw/s1600/DSC_1093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEvWsqHMxhw/TapH3UcKMpI/AAAAAAAABDs/pAXyC_RjnSw/s400/DSC_1093.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8213545018197705459?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8213545018197705459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8213545018197705459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/8213545018197705459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/8213545018197705459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-could-pick-2ok-well-say-3.html' title='if you could pick 2...ok we&apos;ll say 3'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu3HDOGf4fo/TapHoudHVwI/AAAAAAAABDg/NqyzbQX909k/s72-c/Jennifer+Aniston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-4752065057219237854</id><published>2011-04-16T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:45:49.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Housewife</title><content type='html'>i know there is a great mix of&lt;br /&gt;working mother and stay at home mothers &lt;br /&gt;that take your precious time to read my ramblings&lt;br /&gt;i haven't quite decided if i do this blog to remember things&lt;br /&gt;as a journal&lt;br /&gt;or for hopes that it will grow as some &lt;br /&gt;of the other blogs i follow&lt;br /&gt;i guess it doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;other than i appreciate the ones that do read&lt;br /&gt;and comment&lt;br /&gt;i love comments...&lt;br /&gt;good and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1yJy3LUxPc/TapFNRm6BLI/AAAAAAAABDU/AbJkMqi4gXY/s1600/DSC_9976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1yJy3LUxPc/TapFNRm6BLI/AAAAAAAABDU/AbJkMqi4gXY/s400/DSC_9976.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i still consider myself a "semi" housewife&lt;br /&gt;even though i work a fulltime job&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on&lt;br /&gt;i am the one that cleans (no house cleaner at the B residence)&lt;br /&gt;laundry, dinner, shopping, appointment reminders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoVQWy3_hgg/TapEe5sx0aI/AAAAAAAABDE/xsnL6598PFE/s1600/DSC_1166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qoVQWy3_hgg/TapEe5sx0aI/AAAAAAAABDE/xsnL6598PFE/s400/DSC_1166.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted it does mean that dinner is later once i get home&lt;br /&gt;which usually consist of me walking through the door&lt;br /&gt;dropping my bags on the bed&lt;br /&gt;stopping to give a few hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;and then onto the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;put the apron over my neck&lt;br /&gt;because let's face it...there isn't enough time to change&lt;br /&gt;when you have kids that are STARVING&lt;br /&gt;as if they haven't eaten in days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOKXX1sfLtw/TapFgCbYoBI/AAAAAAAABDY/NWMwNX3OrHI/s1600/DSC_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pOKXX1sfLtw/TapFgCbYoBI/AAAAAAAABDY/NWMwNX3OrHI/s400/DSC_0586.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we eat&lt;br /&gt;80% of time i am bribing and entertaining k to eat &lt;br /&gt;everyone gets up to go their ways to do homework&lt;br /&gt;play or chill&lt;br /&gt;while i, still in my apron, starting&amp;nbsp;putting away dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now please don't take this as complaining&lt;br /&gt;or thinking..."man i'd have those kiddos in the dishwasher and cleaning up"&lt;br /&gt;they do put their dishes up and will offer help&lt;br /&gt;but i'll let you in on a secret&lt;br /&gt;i have this desire to do it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-997gM1_V-5Y/TapEqShsc7I/AAAAAAAABDQ/oq0uyiZ5fXQ/s1600/DSC_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-997gM1_V-5Y/TapEqShsc7I/AAAAAAAABDQ/oq0uyiZ5fXQ/s400/DSC_1148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be able to work fulltime&lt;br /&gt;with an hour or more commute&lt;br /&gt;volunteer work&lt;br /&gt;church activities&lt;br /&gt;all while keeping my house tidy&lt;br /&gt;dinner on the table&lt;br /&gt;birthday parties planned&lt;br /&gt;dinners for family (when we have them)&lt;br /&gt;in the strangest way&lt;br /&gt;being able to do and accomplish this &lt;br /&gt;allows me to feel like i'm a housewife&lt;br /&gt;it's that Mrs. Cleaver feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wodAzuoeB8Y/TapEkGW93qI/AAAAAAAABDM/DEMo7pw6e1g/s1600/CSC_1163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wodAzuoeB8Y/TapEkGW93qI/AAAAAAAABDM/DEMo7pw6e1g/s400/CSC_1163.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the day will come when my job will&lt;br /&gt;be just in my home and i will be completely happy with that&lt;br /&gt;so until that day i couldn't be more &lt;br /&gt;thankful for having the very best people i can&lt;br /&gt;to watch over my child and give her the love and attention&lt;br /&gt;that she needs and desires&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2JGSIphjl8/TapEhsATEyI/AAAAAAAABDI/jxQi3K_-1Cs/s1600/CSC_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2JGSIphjl8/TapEhsATEyI/AAAAAAAABDI/jxQi3K_-1Cs/s400/CSC_1149.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kydRRAkQHHw/TapFq1M7bLI/AAAAAAAABDc/DRKiG_jSTpk/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kydRRAkQHHw/TapFq1M7bLI/AAAAAAAABDc/DRKiG_jSTpk/s400/DSC_0676.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;span id="goog_574346985"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_574346986"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-4752065057219237854?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4752065057219237854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=4752065057219237854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4752065057219237854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4752065057219237854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/04/housewife.html' title='Housewife'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgY_UEA4d0U/Taemns0kVyI/AAAAAAAABCk/5zGdQkfwZhs/s400/DSC_1103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of my favorite people have birthdays back to back&lt;br /&gt;t and moma&lt;br /&gt;we have always done a combined celebration&lt;br /&gt;it's a great time of family parties and dinners&lt;br /&gt;since it is my husband's birthday i usually try to invite everyone to my house&lt;br /&gt;momma will have to come up with a new easter menu &lt;br /&gt;because that is pretty much what we ate for the april birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sil made the most beautiful and delicious cakes i have had&lt;br /&gt;i'll let the pictures below speak for themselves&lt;br /&gt;anyone interested in her doing a cake for you&lt;br /&gt;message me and i will get you in contact&lt;br /&gt;she's incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NbjhSWvLGo/Taemd4S35yI/AAAAAAAABCc/mJkzLkDgzNI/s1600/DSC_1083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NbjhSWvLGo/Taemd4S35yI/AAAAAAAABCc/mJkzLkDgzNI/s400/DSC_1083.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aFhtan5k9c/TaemhbHuEPI/AAAAAAAABCg/goIJPtKfU4g/s1600/DSC_1086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aFhtan5k9c/TaemhbHuEPI/AAAAAAAABCg/goIJPtKfU4g/s400/DSC_1086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, april 7th was t's actual birthday&lt;br /&gt;on my way home wednesday i made a pit stop at gigi's as a surprise&lt;br /&gt;then after church on wed. we went to carraba's&lt;br /&gt;my days of kids eat free are long over&lt;br /&gt;these boys all devoured their food and dove in for the sweets&lt;br /&gt;it was probably one of the most enjoyable dinners &lt;br /&gt;we have had out in a while&lt;br /&gt;not just the food but conversation &lt;br /&gt;which can be hard with a toddler, teenager and tween&lt;br /&gt;half of the time i don't hear majority of the conversation &lt;br /&gt;and hear just "momma, momma, momma, momma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7LXcEYrGWQ/TaemBobgKJI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MR519RPmTls/s1600/DSC_1033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E7LXcEYrGWQ/TaemBobgKJI/AAAAAAAABCQ/MR519RPmTls/s400/DSC_1033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve-BOlqU0XQ/TaemGYCiz5I/AAAAAAAABCU/MeZpULkLkUQ/s1600/DSC_1037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve-BOlqU0XQ/TaemGYCiz5I/AAAAAAAABCU/MeZpULkLkUQ/s400/DSC_1037.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sQ7E68MHBY/Taelo1I8e2I/AAAAAAAABCI/XkbLLXpUGCg/s1600/Jen+Thomas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sQ7E68MHBY/Taelo1I8e2I/AAAAAAAABCI/XkbLLXpUGCg/s400/Jen+Thomas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejpvCSpd0yg/TaemSgk1mzI/AAAAAAAABCY/UxbHn0OVdiU/s1600/DSC_1038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ejpvCSpd0yg/TaemSgk1mzI/AAAAAAAABCY/UxbHn0OVdiU/s400/DSC_1038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thankful for my wonderful husband &lt;br /&gt;we aren't perfect&lt;br /&gt;nor do we have a perfect marriage&lt;br /&gt;and we can drive each other nuts&lt;br /&gt;but he's my best friend&lt;br /&gt;he's my rock when i'm anxious or scared &lt;br /&gt;and lately my biggest cheerleader as i prepare for the marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zC4t6UrtXPM/Taemqv_LT0I/AAAAAAAABCo/XMdOgjCH9ro/s1600/DSC_1129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zC4t6UrtXPM/Taemqv_LT0I/AAAAAAAABCo/XMdOgjCH9ro/s400/DSC_1129.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my mother - that's a whole other post in itself &lt;br /&gt;that i will be better fit near mother's day&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you two&lt;br /&gt;(i know i'm a little behind in this post)&lt;br /&gt;i love you both more than words can express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEq6e2vCT1E/TaemtdlB_XI/AAAAAAAABCs/NYo6DrsD3j0/s1600/DSC_1112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEq6e2vCT1E/TaemtdlB_XI/AAAAAAAABCs/NYo6DrsD3j0/s400/DSC_1112.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8538664127161315840?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WgY_UEA4d0U/Taemns0kVyI/AAAAAAAABCk/5zGdQkfwZhs/s72-c/DSC_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-646451138649366760</id><published>2011-03-31T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:11:41.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>your mission</title><content type='html'>i had the awesome privledge to listen to a missionary from&amp;nbsp;kenya last sunday&lt;br /&gt;the message from him and the few words from him wife have stuck with me all week&lt;br /&gt;my really short version of what the wife shared with us&lt;br /&gt;is she had a desire to start a school and teach the children&lt;br /&gt;the importance of education&lt;br /&gt;granted - they are in a really proverty stricken area&lt;br /&gt;in just a few years the school has grown from 2 students to 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LrFdnga80Y/TZUlSFXVvOI/AAAAAAAABBk/0BKZXryRNaU/s1600/Close+up+K+Bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LrFdnga80Y/TZUlSFXVvOI/AAAAAAAABBk/0BKZXryRNaU/s400/Close+up+K+Bath.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children eager to learn&lt;br /&gt;isn't it amazing that i struggle to get a teenager and tween excited about education&lt;br /&gt;yet thousands miles away children are so hungry to go to school&lt;br /&gt;probably barefoot and starving&lt;br /&gt;speaking of starving, sara the missionary's wife,&lt;br /&gt;mentioned that they are able to feed quite a few of the students lunch&lt;br /&gt;but they don't have enough to feed all of them&lt;br /&gt;so they try to get them porridge, like oatmeal, for breakfast &lt;br /&gt;to at least hold them over for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_ywKzbvqG4/TZUlVElq72I/AAAAAAAABBo/Xn8E1s0Ix58/s1600/drink+water+in+bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_ywKzbvqG4/TZUlVElq72I/AAAAAAAABBo/Xn8E1s0Ix58/s400/drink+water+in+bath.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your heart breaking yet?&lt;br /&gt;or wondering what you can do to help the children in these countries?&lt;br /&gt;mine is and has been&lt;br /&gt;last night at church we got on the discsussion of your mission&lt;br /&gt;God has given everyone a mission&lt;br /&gt;whether you realize what it is and nuture it is up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was able to attend a Lenten Concert Series&lt;br /&gt;at west end united methodist church&lt;br /&gt;granted i am not methodist but i thought it would be neat to go &lt;br /&gt;and they had a lady playing the harp&lt;br /&gt;so it was a great break in the middle of the day &lt;br /&gt;to go sit in the most beautiful church and hear this music&lt;br /&gt;as i sat there listening to this talented woman play&lt;br /&gt;i just studied the building&lt;br /&gt;from what i googled the church was there in 1890&lt;br /&gt;so you can just imagine the structure and beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBZlEvRIYqg/TZUlfxmIeqI/AAAAAAAABB4/AIKwzca12d4/s1600/washcloth+k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBZlEvRIYqg/TZUlfxmIeqI/AAAAAAAABB4/AIKwzca12d4/s400/washcloth+k.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i stared up at the image Jesus on the stain glass&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but wonder again about my mission&lt;br /&gt;my biggest mission right now is to be a mom to kennedy&lt;br /&gt;my fear is that i'm not giving that mission the amount of nuturing it needs&lt;br /&gt;i have such desires for what i want my home to be&lt;br /&gt;and i try so hard but i fall so short majority of the time&lt;br /&gt;but you have to keep trying and give a little more each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Psn2oZvkkY/TZUlZu6nnzI/AAAAAAAABBw/44DvPri4tTU/s1600/Oreo+Face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Psn2oZvkkY/TZUlZu6nnzI/AAAAAAAABBw/44DvPri4tTU/s400/Oreo+Face.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are circumstances that i have been through in my "short" almost 30 years&lt;br /&gt;that i feel the Lord allowed me to go through so that it may&lt;br /&gt;be an encouragement to others&lt;br /&gt;or to help others&lt;br /&gt;or maybe to just share and let God do the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_ywKzbvqG4/TZUlVElq72I/AAAAAAAABBo/Xn8E1s0Ix58/s1600/drink+water+in+bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_ywKzbvqG4/TZUlVElq72I/AAAAAAAABBo/Xn8E1s0Ix58/s400/drink+water+in+bath.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so apprehensive about sharing &lt;br /&gt;so therefore i carry the weight of feeling as &lt;br /&gt;if this is my mission - i'm obviously falling short?&lt;br /&gt;i pray that God gives me the courage to use experiences that i have had along with my family&lt;br /&gt;to give him honor and hopefully be able to encourage someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzqGDHIsDSc/TZUlcxFt3LI/AAAAAAAABB0/lB160SxKYZs/s1600/oreo+face+blue+eyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qzqGDHIsDSc/TZUlcxFt3LI/AAAAAAAABB0/lB160SxKYZs/s400/oreo+face+blue+eyes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;i will just continue on with my mission as a mom&lt;br /&gt;one that i enjoy more than anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings...in finding your mission,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-646451138649366760?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/646451138649366760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=646451138649366760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/646451138649366760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/646451138649366760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-mission.html' title='your mission'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LrFdnga80Y/TZUlSFXVvOI/AAAAAAAABBk/0BKZXryRNaU/s72-c/Close+up+K+Bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8341280402568924783</id><published>2011-03-24T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:30:36.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favorite things - Spring Edition</title><content type='html'>if you are like me&lt;br /&gt;the change of the season brings out new things&lt;br /&gt;we, or at least i do, change out the wool winter skirts&lt;br /&gt;to fun vibrant flowy ones&lt;br /&gt;wool turtleneck sweaters (so sad to pack away&amp;nbsp;because i adore&amp;nbsp;turtlenecks) &lt;br /&gt;are dry cleaned and put away&lt;br /&gt;to be replaced with sleeveless tops and romantic blouses&lt;br /&gt;boots are replaced with open toe shoes (better get that pedi girls)&lt;br /&gt;i always move my "winter" perfume to the back &lt;br /&gt;and bring forth my lighter scents for the warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;(even though i'm very partial to Chanel Coco and Chanel Mademoiselle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food even changes with the season&lt;br /&gt;so long to chili and grilled cheese&lt;br /&gt;hello grilled fish and chicken with fresh veggies&lt;br /&gt;i know my activities are even changing with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;especially now with a toddler&lt;br /&gt;no more movies wrapped in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;but instead outside until the sun is down &lt;br /&gt;coming inside for just enough time to eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;bathe and as k says&lt;br /&gt;"nigh nigh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a few things on my "favorite" list this spring&lt;br /&gt;things i am on the hunt for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;i have this desire to be in flowy knit cardigan&lt;br /&gt;they are just so comfortable&lt;br /&gt;just enough to keep you warm in a cool office&lt;br /&gt;and you can take off on the walk to the car and go in your tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y6ushyjzLsw/TYtuObKGMbI/AAAAAAAABBM/GJgPn4XRLac/s1600/Cardigan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y6ushyjzLsw/TYtuObKGMbI/AAAAAAAABBM/GJgPn4XRLac/s400/Cardigan.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;anthropologie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;reef flip flops&lt;br /&gt;best flip flop i know of&lt;br /&gt;i've had my others forever&lt;br /&gt;and this year i will break down and get maybe 2 pair (please thomas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-imlJbc2imuA/TYtuO5kRZrI/AAAAAAAABBQ/kGE8wPg0fcM/s400/Flip+Flops.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have a hydragenda bush that i want to bloom so bad&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to put flesh flowers out on my table &lt;br /&gt;and in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VqHPmKVhxbI/TYtuQhmiPzI/AAAAAAAABBU/cj_kWP8h2Z8/s1600/Hydragenda+Bush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VqHPmKVhxbI/TYtuQhmiPzI/AAAAAAAABBU/cj_kWP8h2Z8/s400/Hydragenda+Bush.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year i think it's all ferns&lt;br /&gt;don't have alot of extra time for maintenance&lt;br /&gt;i typically have ferns on the front porch &lt;br /&gt;this year they may just be on the deck and back porch as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rGvfoo_35ik/TYtuTST3PhI/AAAAAAAABBY/fMgu5yY7oX8/s1600/Planters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rGvfoo_35ik/TYtuTST3PhI/AAAAAAAABBY/fMgu5yY7oX8/s400/Planters.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly &lt;br /&gt;an archipeago candle (luna scent)&lt;br /&gt;goodbye winter scent&lt;br /&gt;hello lemongrass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T_KyePO8td4/TYtxRsQDR7I/AAAAAAAABBg/EkeMOp3O-9k/s400/Candle.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so whatever you are in the mood for this spring&lt;br /&gt;or however you change things over for this warmer weather&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the newness of it&lt;br /&gt;and break out of what you may typically do each spring and summer&lt;br /&gt;mix it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8341280402568924783?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8341280402568924783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8341280402568924783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/8341280402568924783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8810775818339365452</id><published>2011-03-17T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:23:10.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>i had to do a post on this bug i have caught&lt;br /&gt;it's called spring fever&lt;br /&gt;with the sun this past weekend&lt;br /&gt;and the constant little voice saying&lt;br /&gt;"momma outside"&lt;br /&gt;you can't help but want the windows up&lt;br /&gt;get your hands in some dirt&lt;br /&gt;fire up the grill&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the smell of fresh cut onions (grass) and fertilizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mA7aTKUS6mw/TYKzLrdlxXI/AAAAAAAABAo/B4rvj6yrOCc/s1600/DSC_0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mA7aTKUS6mw/TYKzLrdlxXI/AAAAAAAABAo/B4rvj6yrOCc/s400/DSC_0775.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend consisted of freshly painted toes&lt;br /&gt;a little lotion to add some color to arms and legs (my sun worship days are OVER - spf 50 please)&lt;br /&gt;even baby girl got a fresh pedi of brighter pink on her toes&lt;br /&gt;bushes were trimmed&lt;br /&gt;pots are ready for fresh soil and paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zC4upu5kgVw/TYKzBIAOzZI/AAAAAAAABAc/-HUO2l1Ii88/s1600/DSC_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zC4upu5kgVw/TYKzBIAOzZI/AAAAAAAABAc/-HUO2l1Ii88/s400/DSC_0534.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm flipping through Martha Stewart and Ballard Designs&lt;br /&gt;trying to find the oasis outdoor look i want to incorporate&lt;br /&gt;we have a huge patio poured after we built our house&lt;br /&gt;and i hate to admit that i have not taken &lt;br /&gt;advantage of all that it is capable of as i should have&lt;br /&gt;this will be conquered this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1-8F-e22xq0/TYKzEQF7iII/AAAAAAAABAg/WkoH3NA8WF8/s1600/DSC_0661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1-8F-e22xq0/TYKzEQF7iII/AAAAAAAABAg/WkoH3NA8WF8/s400/DSC_0661.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also itching to get my garden tilled and planted&lt;br /&gt;we didn't do one last year because kennedy was still small&lt;br /&gt;and it was just more work than i had time for&lt;br /&gt;this year is different&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get her out there with me&lt;br /&gt;and putting fresh veggies and fruit on her dinner plate&lt;br /&gt;zach was always pretty excited when he was able to &lt;br /&gt;go pick the new peppers or okra &lt;br /&gt;so i know i will have some good helpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm itching for some of these cuties to wear in the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XDninMyo3M8/TX4-XIU1ZrI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ArppIwtMLWM/s1600/Hunter+Boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XDninMyo3M8/TX4-XIU1ZrI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ArppIwtMLWM/s320/Hunter+Boots.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and guess what...they have some in little sizes too &lt;br /&gt;i can see us now picking tomatoes in our pink wellies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rYJAL2VqG_o/TX4-rIb051I/AAAAAAAABAU/X40qo0Mwznk/s1600/Kids+Hunter+Boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rYJAL2VqG_o/TX4-rIb051I/AAAAAAAABAU/X40qo0Mwznk/s1600/Kids+Hunter+Boots.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i'm sure i will get to the spring cleaning bug&lt;br /&gt;but now i just want to be outside while it's still not too hot&lt;br /&gt;blowing bubbles &lt;br /&gt;watching kennedy pick flowers that are just starting to bloom&lt;br /&gt;chase the butterflies that are starting to emerge&lt;br /&gt;it's where my time slows down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-esorQkGiyVw/TYKzN3tY7YI/AAAAAAAABAs/w2tEmyzeO3E/s1600/DSC_0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-esorQkGiyVw/TYKzN3tY7YI/AAAAAAAABAs/w2tEmyzeO3E/s400/DSC_0787.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night while i was running &lt;br /&gt;i caught myself focusing on all the different smells &lt;br /&gt;it sounds weird - i know&lt;br /&gt;but with spring in the air you can get whiffs&lt;br /&gt;of all different smells at night&lt;br /&gt;whether it was someones fresh laundry&lt;br /&gt;or fresh cut grass&lt;br /&gt;fertilizer just sprinkled all over the ground in hopes that the yard &lt;br /&gt;will just have bright green grass instead of weeds&lt;br /&gt;as i made a corner on the homestretch&lt;br /&gt;i could smell the earth - or was that the cows on the farm behind us/&lt;br /&gt;either way each smell reminded me &lt;br /&gt;of spring/summer as a child&lt;br /&gt;hearing my mother hollar it was time to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zkfs-VjTNYI/TYKzJFqVuBI/AAAAAAAABAk/GMeOn9F8MxM/s1600/DSC_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zkfs-VjTNYI/TYKzJFqVuBI/AAAAAAAABAk/GMeOn9F8MxM/s400/DSC_0764.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking barefoot down the street with only the street lamp &lt;br /&gt;lighting the way&lt;br /&gt;being flithy with dust and dirt all while having a huge bow in my hair&lt;br /&gt;planning what the next day would bring with friends&lt;br /&gt;i have so much excitment to share this with kennedy&lt;br /&gt;to start young with her wanting to be outside&lt;br /&gt;finding things fun to do in fresh air &lt;br /&gt;instead of behind a tv or video game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vonwH_kF84s/TYKy9UWRR6I/AAAAAAAABAY/0c4XcAf5org/s1600/DSC_0535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vonwH_kF84s/TYKy9UWRR6I/AAAAAAAABAY/0c4XcAf5org/s400/DSC_0535.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever bug you get&lt;br /&gt;to clean the inside&lt;br /&gt;or outside &lt;br /&gt;or just to be outside and not clean&lt;br /&gt;enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;soak it up&lt;br /&gt;make it last&lt;br /&gt;and make great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-8810775818339365452?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8810775818339365452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8810775818339365452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/8810775818339365452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/8810775818339365452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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the toddler stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i don't like the tantrums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but i love the innocence of a toddler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the curiosity of one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the smiles and laughter all from a funny face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or a silly saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pmKOv5QC5Gw/TXJsHxdnu1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/-50XdkuK39w/s1600/DSC_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pmKOv5QC5Gw/TXJsHxdnu1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/-50XdkuK39w/s400/DSC_0519.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i enjoy the cuddles on the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and being her foot rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or like a rock she is climbing all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have more bruises on my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from my almost 2 year old little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i love that (talk about battle wounds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like it was just the other day i was planning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her first birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i take that back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels like i just found out i was pregnant with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and here we are embarking on her 2nd birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HFGsnAh3cWk/TXJsKLf2ygI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C-gqUcKTZO4/s1600/DSC_0520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-HFGsnAh3cWk/TXJsKLf2ygI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C-gqUcKTZO4/s400/DSC_0520.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i always talk about slowing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how i long for the days of swinging on the front porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and time just creeps by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but lately i have found my thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fast forwarding to when kennedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is a teenager or preteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or when she is a senior in high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are not sad thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but thoughts of excitement for all that i wish so strongly for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to have such&amp;nbsp;a closeness with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish and pray everyday that when she grows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she will want only the best for herself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in school, in relationships, friendships, work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want so desperately for her to want to have as much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;respect for herself and demand it from others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OpHQnd_ImoY/TXJsMqC0vtI/AAAAAAAAA_4/XzpeSrrNRvo/s1600/DSC_0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-OpHQnd_ImoY/TXJsMqC0vtI/AAAAAAAAA_4/XzpeSrrNRvo/s400/DSC_0521.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i get excited thinking about shopping for dances and proms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a girl's 16th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for those mother/daughter talks that only we will understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while i don't want them to come too fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm also excited for them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9GieIp0z_U8/TXJsPLOGyLI/AAAAAAAAA_8/2OwLn8OUr7s/s1600/DSC_0522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9GieIp0z_U8/TXJsPLOGyLI/AAAAAAAAA_8/2OwLn8OUr7s/s400/DSC_0522.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i thought about the other day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what keeps a child on the right path?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how do you keep that closeness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and how do you keep them demanding the respect they deserve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or how do you keep them wanting only the best for themselves and not settling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xbm7_-Ieu3k/TXJsSlqmImI/AAAAAAAABAA/D808Mh3rhv4/s1600/DSC_0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xbm7_-Ieu3k/TXJsSlqmImI/AAAAAAAABAA/D808Mh3rhv4/s400/DSC_0524.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i have to thank the trials that we encounter with a 17 yr old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for making me really stop and think about what to do different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how to keep them on the path of excellence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know there comes the time when you have to let go of your grip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you sit patiently and pray they remember all the lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and morals and directions you have shown them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then you also sit patiently while they make mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and learn on their own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i can't help but wonder how you can keep them from making some of those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know it's possible because i see it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just haven't figured it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wm8MrXE5UY0/TXJsVK0JqbI/AAAAAAAABAE/yHizEAmFQu0/s1600/DSC_0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wm8MrXE5UY0/TXJsVK0JqbI/AAAAAAAABAE/yHizEAmFQu0/s400/DSC_0526.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so until the days of dress shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makeup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shoes and purses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will enjoy the messes of cereals and chex mix across the coffee table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will run around the house playing hide and seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will continue to lie on the floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tickling and giggling until we are both panting like dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3sasvhyUSEo/TXJsYpGx7dI/AAAAAAAABAI/Wu0Ib7va4LQ/s1600/DSC_0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3sasvhyUSEo/TXJsYpGx7dI/AAAAAAAABAI/Wu0Ib7va4LQ/s400/DSC_0528.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i will continue to remember my house is now the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;playground for a toddler and there will be many messes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will cherish the tantrums because i know during a "toddler" tantrum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she can't run in her room and slam the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but run to me instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UrSkyP8iiI4/TXJsbkdDQZI/AAAAAAAABAM/HP8PiDMZjes/s1600/DSC_0531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UrSkyP8iiI4/TXJsbkdDQZI/AAAAAAAABAM/HP8PiDMZjes/s400/DSC_0531.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i will continue to sit back and watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as she exemplifies things she sees and hears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i will strive to be the best role model that i can be for my daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i have one shot at this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i refuse to mess it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jennifer﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-5797702895723140851?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5797702895723140851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gLcgkzQJHOY/TXJsGP5ZWNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/11GsbLDnA-g/s72-c/DSC_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-426736019625212626</id><published>2011-03-02T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:02:06.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nana, nina and nenny</title><content type='html'>we try and continue to try so hard &lt;br /&gt;to teach Kennedy to say "kiki"&lt;br /&gt;kiki aka is my sister&lt;br /&gt;kiki was brought to life when our nephew hal was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to find a name suitable for my sister &lt;br /&gt;for our nephews since i was blessed with nenny&lt;br /&gt;my wonderful little eli, to this day,&lt;br /&gt;does not know what my real name is&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i love that he doesn't know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TrTARhzZkp4/TW8DhpC7edI/AAAAAAAAA_U/6ILbGIW2ff4/s1600/DSC_0501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TrTARhzZkp4/TW8DhpC7edI/AAAAAAAAA_U/6ILbGIW2ff4/s320/DSC_0501.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came up with kiki and our nephew hal uses it so gracefully&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say when i found out i was having &lt;br /&gt;a daughter we were beyond thrilled &lt;br /&gt;that my sister would be kennedy's kiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5KIoQDFQxCQ/TW8DoF7GqNI/AAAAAAAAA_c/tp77r1SxS2Q/s1600/DSC_0489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5KIoQDFQxCQ/TW8DoF7GqNI/AAAAAAAAA_c/tp77r1SxS2Q/s320/DSC_0489.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;unfortunately, no matter how many times i say KIKI&lt;br /&gt;or have kennedy repeat KIKI&lt;br /&gt;we always get &lt;em&gt;nina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a word that kennedy is just saying&lt;br /&gt;she knows she is calling my sister by nina&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's even nana&lt;br /&gt;and at times nana is called nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tQuikPsViFg/TW8D178ffhI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gThY0b5UqhI/s1600/DSC_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tQuikPsViFg/TW8D178ffhI/AAAAAAAAA_g/gThY0b5UqhI/s320/DSC_0435.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i assume one day we will find out what nina comes from&lt;br /&gt;but until then i know nana and nina will answer to &lt;br /&gt;anything that this little girl calls them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful to have a nina and nana in her life&lt;br /&gt;my heart saddens but only for a moment when she runs &lt;br /&gt;to them instead of me&lt;br /&gt;because i know the love she carries &lt;br /&gt;and the love they give&lt;br /&gt;means more to me than they will ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LJ3xlpzuYuo/TW8ET4aohNI/AAAAAAAAA_o/OfcCMHg4RAM/s1600/DSC_0381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LJ3xlpzuYuo/TW8ET4aohNI/AAAAAAAAA_o/OfcCMHg4RAM/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i know in the middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;or early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;or when she is scared&lt;br /&gt;or hurt&lt;br /&gt;or sad&lt;br /&gt;that the name momma rolls off her tongue&lt;br /&gt;so i'm ok sharing my pride and joy &lt;br /&gt;with some of the most fantastic women i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uroMXduBAVY/TW8EFC8QezI/AAAAAAAAA_k/qiTCOjZNfKY/s1600/DSC_0412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uroMXduBAVY/TW8EFC8QezI/AAAAAAAAA_k/qiTCOjZNfKY/s320/DSC_0412.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;here's to all you nanas and ninas out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-426736019625212626?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TrTARhzZkp4/TW8DhpC7edI/AAAAAAAAA_U/6ILbGIW2ff4/s72-c/DSC_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-7563293976590643277</id><published>2011-02-26T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T20:39:05.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Pandora</title><content type='html'>i missed you blog&lt;br /&gt;i miss having spare moments to clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;i've had some spare moments but i felt so guilty&lt;br /&gt;if i just sat in front of the computer for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided as i wait 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;for the chemicals to process and cover my gray&lt;br /&gt;i would get in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so behind...&lt;br /&gt;so much has gone on in the pass few weeks&lt;br /&gt;personal and professional&lt;br /&gt;all great things&lt;br /&gt;but just alot to keep me really busy&lt;br /&gt;and running wretched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as i sit here for a few minutes my mind is so scattered&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts will not funnel together &lt;br /&gt;to make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i know they must not make any sense to &lt;br /&gt;the wonderful person who reads this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard of "pandora"?&lt;br /&gt;i love it&lt;br /&gt;it helps get me through days where i want to pull my hair out&lt;br /&gt;it helps me daydream &lt;br /&gt;i love it and if it went away i would be devastated&lt;br /&gt;it is the best 99 cents i spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day a song came on that i haven't heard in forever&lt;br /&gt;and did it strike a cord&lt;br /&gt;i love it&lt;br /&gt;i think any woman feels this way&lt;br /&gt;i think every woman wants to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;i think it's inspiring and encouraging to all of us out there &lt;br /&gt;who may feel like we have on one too many hats on a particular day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my role in my life right now&lt;br /&gt;does it stress me and put me to the edge at times&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;but i love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years ago i was skeptical of my role&lt;br /&gt;parts of me felt cheated and as though i missed out on some things&lt;br /&gt;and as i have had to opportunity to speak to others&lt;br /&gt;of some of those decisions and choices &lt;br /&gt;i have continue to show myself &lt;br /&gt;what a great job and role we have as &lt;br /&gt;a mom&lt;br /&gt;a wife&lt;br /&gt;a career woman&lt;br /&gt;a sister&lt;br /&gt;a daughter&lt;br /&gt;a friend&lt;br /&gt;a house cleaner&lt;br /&gt;a seamstress&lt;br /&gt;a chef&lt;br /&gt;a playmate&lt;br /&gt;a maintenance woman&lt;br /&gt;and all the other roles you may play during one 24 hour time frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mkeJhEftHD8/TWm4xSRFsHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Jw57dm2QrPQ/s1600/DSC_0278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mkeJhEftHD8/TWm4xSRFsHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Jw57dm2QrPQ/s320/DSC_0278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's hard!&lt;br /&gt;and there are days it just down right sucks!&amp;nbsp; (sorry mom but i really had to make a point here)&lt;br /&gt;but it's such a privilege&lt;br /&gt;so here is what my little ego does&lt;br /&gt;instead of stomping around &lt;br /&gt;slamming pots and pans&lt;br /&gt;complaining of i do this and i do that&lt;br /&gt;i internally think&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK AT ALL I CAN DO AND JUST DID"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds so self centered and egoistical&lt;br /&gt;but try it&lt;br /&gt;it will change your perspective on your role&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong...i have my pity party days&lt;br /&gt;but then i have to stop and reflect on all that is right &lt;br /&gt;and stop focusing on what is wrong or didn't get done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HURwikw1Jwc/TWm4UoHqDfI/AAAAAAAAA_M/2L2aCbSEsOk/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HURwikw1Jwc/TWm4UoHqDfI/AAAAAAAAA_M/2L2aCbSEsOk/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so as this song came through pandora&lt;br /&gt;i thought&lt;br /&gt;i could blog about Gavin's amazing 1st birthday (which i still will)&lt;br /&gt;or about the craziness of worklife right now&lt;br /&gt;or i could discuss my thoughts still on raising children and step children (which that will come too)&lt;br /&gt;but instead i will just put some &lt;br /&gt;of these lyrics out there&lt;br /&gt;and hope that you find your &lt;br /&gt;inner super woman (sorry men)&lt;br /&gt;and know that you ROCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't&lt;br itxtnodeid="207" /&gt;Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't&lt;br itxtnodeid="206" /&gt;Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes&lt;br itxtnodeid="205" /&gt;It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul&lt;br itxtnodeid="204" /&gt;&lt;br itxtnodeid="203" /&gt;I'm not the average girl from your video&lt;br itxtnodeid="202" /&gt;and I ain't built like a supermodel &lt;br itxtnodeid="201" /&gt;But, I learned to love myself unconditionally&lt;br itxtnodeid="200" /&gt;Because I am a queen&lt;br itxtnodeid="198" /&gt;My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me&lt;br itxtnodeid="194" /&gt;Every freckle on my face is where it's supposed to be&lt;br itxtnodeid="193" /&gt;And I know my creator didn't make no mistakes on me&lt;br itxtnodeid="192" /&gt;My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes; I'm lovin' what I see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I less of a lady if I don't wear pantyhose?&lt;br itxtnodeid="181" /&gt;My mama said a lady ain't what she wears but, what she knows&lt;br itxtnodeid="180" /&gt;But, I've drawn a conclusion, it's all an illusion, confusion's the name of the &lt;br itxtnodeid="179" /&gt;game&lt;br itxtnodeid="178" /&gt;A misconception, a vast deception&lt;br itxtnodeid="177" /&gt;Something's gotta change&lt;br itxtnodeid="176" /&gt;Don't be offended this is all my opinion &lt;br itxtnodeid="175" /&gt;ain't nothing that I'm sayin law&lt;br itxtnodeid="174" /&gt;This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share with &lt;br itxtnodeid="173" /&gt;y'all&lt;br itxtnodeid="172" /&gt;So get in where you fit in go on and shine&lt;br itxtnodeid="171" /&gt;Clear your mind, now's the time&lt;br itxtnodeid="170" /&gt;Put your salt on the shelf&lt;br itxtnodeid="169" /&gt;Go on and love yourself&lt;br itxtnodeid="168" /&gt;'Cuz everything's gonna be all right"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br itxtnodeid="166" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7563293976590643277?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7563293976590643277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=7563293976590643277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7563293976590643277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7563293976590643277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/02/wonders-of-pandora.html' title='Wonders of Pandora'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mkeJhEftHD8/TWm4xSRFsHI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Jw57dm2QrPQ/s72-c/DSC_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1021810514360218923</id><published>2011-02-14T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:03:18.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Day</title><content type='html'>unfortunately i'm too busy to actually sit &lt;br /&gt;to write all that i am thinking right now&lt;br /&gt;as i sit for a second on this valentine's evening&lt;br /&gt;we just put a freshly bathed little girl to bed&lt;br /&gt;and it's so quiet except for the nails of a basset across the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hx9d7_fZbw/TVnrPYjS5cI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2mCOUZH6TIw/s1600/DSC_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hx9d7_fZbw/TVnrPYjS5cI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2mCOUZH6TIw/s320/DSC_0335.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PC00ggmliPc/TVnrYffYH2I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Oi36zpMh3wQ/s1600/DSC_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PC00ggmliPc/TVnrYffYH2I/AAAAAAAAA-4/Oi36zpMh3wQ/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i sat here tonight, with mickey mouse clubouse &lt;br /&gt;as my dinner "mood" music&lt;br /&gt;thinking a few years ago i would of &lt;br /&gt;demanded a nice dinner in town&lt;br /&gt;i would have already dropped hints about a valentine&lt;br /&gt;gift i would like to receive&lt;br /&gt;i would of come home that night thinking &lt;br /&gt;"why did I just blow all that money on a dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWv-EGSgsMA/TVnrpykBUBI/AAAAAAAAA_E/9NWtpmwPEzs/s1600/DSC_0372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hWv-EGSgsMA/TVnrpykBUBI/AAAAAAAAA_E/9NWtpmwPEzs/s320/DSC_0372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5L32nV3288/TVnrtSELMnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9aVt44otR4U/s1600/DSC_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V5L32nV3288/TVnrtSELMnI/AAAAAAAAA_I/9aVt44otR4U/s320/DSC_0362.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;so as i cooked our meal tonight...had a cake baked last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and watched as T presented Kennedy with her valentines treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i couldn't of been more content than where i am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyVns3_x9wc/TVnrdnIAVyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/MGJzPc3-x4w/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iyVns3_x9wc/TVnrdnIAVyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/MGJzPc3-x4w/s320/DSC_0344.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JAppSMs3x0/TVnrjaEvtlI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zhI668DroXk/s1600/DSC_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JAppSMs3x0/TVnrjaEvtlI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zhI668DroXk/s320/DSC_0351.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, her daddy is putting on fingernail stickers that he bought her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i couldn't imagine this day or evening being anything different &lt;/div&gt;than with some of my favorite people&lt;br /&gt;kids bring on added stress and pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;but they also make silly holidays, like valentine's day, so much more special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-illSbdHVvhs/TVnrSfLV_QI/AAAAAAAAA-0/RX-SrYyeSYc/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-illSbdHVvhs/TVnrSfLV_QI/AAAAAAAAA-0/RX-SrYyeSYc/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Look at that face expression...so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;hope you are loving the place you are at right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;if your not, i urge you to find that place of contentment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;p.s. - Valentine's Day with a daddy and his daughter is obviously like a birthday or Christmas!&amp;nbsp; So sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1021810514360218923?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1021810514360218923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=1021810514360218923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1021810514360218923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1021810514360218923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/02/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hx9d7_fZbw/TVnrPYjS5cI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2mCOUZH6TIw/s72-c/DSC_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-9089809280917997206</id><published>2011-02-05T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:48:55.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Comfort</title><content type='html'>that title gotcha didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;no worries&lt;br /&gt;you won't find me anywhere with a bottle somewhere&lt;br /&gt;even though there are days where i could!&amp;nbsp; (kidding mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a tennesse, southern gal&lt;br /&gt;and when i get to drive about 3o minutes south&lt;br /&gt;of my town&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the comfort of the walls i grew up in&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the comfort of my mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give them a hard time with silliness&lt;br /&gt;and make fun of things that they say or do&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't love two more people more than i do them&lt;br /&gt;(different love than K or T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't like them majority of the time &lt;br /&gt;in high school - i didn't have that "friendship" &lt;br /&gt;of closeness with them&lt;br /&gt;that was my fault - not theirs&lt;br /&gt;they demanded respect&lt;br /&gt;good decisions&lt;br /&gt;rightfully moral choices&lt;br /&gt;and as a teenager who wants all of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful i had the privilege&lt;br /&gt;yes, i call that a privilege in today's time&lt;br /&gt;that i have those kind of parents&lt;br /&gt;granted - i still thought i knew it all&lt;br /&gt;and knew better than them and made some really DUMB choices&lt;br /&gt;but in my mind and in my heart i knew better because i had been taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i worry at times about how things will be &lt;br /&gt;when kennedy becomes a teenager&lt;br /&gt;even though it wasn't that long ago when i was a mere&lt;br /&gt;teenager cruisn nashville&lt;br /&gt;or walking the malls&lt;br /&gt;things seem much different&lt;br /&gt;kids are much bolder and not bold in a manner &lt;br /&gt;that i want kennedy to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i start to worry and stress &lt;br /&gt;about times that haven't even arrived yet&lt;br /&gt;i just pray and remember that it's all in God's hands&lt;br /&gt;and i pray that God will continue to show&lt;br /&gt;T and I how to properly raise a good Christian girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i watched k sit in my mom's kitchen sink today &lt;br /&gt;my mind went back to when my &lt;br /&gt;legs would hang off the edge of the counter&lt;br /&gt;while she washed my hair in the sink&lt;br /&gt;i believe she did this up until my "preteen" years&lt;br /&gt;who knows why she was still doing this when i was that old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TU4LeIr84rI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Ovh6iW8beTI/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TU4LeIr84rI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Ovh6iW8beTI/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;will kennedy always remember when i washed her hair&lt;br /&gt;or when i sat at night and put sponge rollers in her hair&lt;br /&gt;(yes, that day will come for the pink sponge rollers)&lt;br /&gt;will she still feel that comfort of coming home when she is older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so blessed to have a mom and dad that are so close&lt;br /&gt;are there times i wish they were in the same town - yes&lt;br /&gt;but i can't imagine not going home&lt;br /&gt;going home to my southern comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TU4LxBbObpI/AAAAAAAAA-s/hCm37HQlfY8/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TU4LxBbObpI/AAAAAAAAA-s/hCm37HQlfY8/s320/DSC_0191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-9089809280917997206?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TU4LeIr84rI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Ovh6iW8beTI/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1287102109745302206</id><published>2011-02-04T06:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T06:11:58.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the call</title><content type='html'>so i am typically the one getting all choked up&lt;br /&gt;on stories i read in regards to children&lt;br /&gt;i was always devasted at stories i read &lt;br /&gt;or heard while i was trying to get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now having a beautiful healthy daughter&lt;br /&gt;these stories crush me even more&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine some of the pain and turmoil that mothes go through&lt;br /&gt;my heart breaks for them&lt;br /&gt;my prayers are constant throughout the day for them&lt;br /&gt;my mind is consumed of what they must be going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; has a close friend whose sister just had a baby&lt;br /&gt;he actually works for his friend's sister at a car wash&lt;br /&gt;she just had a little girl 2 1/2 weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;while i am not close to this family &lt;br /&gt;and have only had a handful of encounters&lt;br /&gt;my prayers and thoughts are consumed for this family&lt;br /&gt;the little girl was rushed to the ER last night &lt;br /&gt;with what they thought may be constipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to find out it was meningitis&lt;br /&gt;i know God is still in a business to work miracles and heal&lt;br /&gt;so i ask all my blog family to shoot up a special prayer for this family please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing what circumstances can do for your mind and spirit&lt;br /&gt;T called me and the first words out of his mouth were &lt;br /&gt;"i'm an emotional wreck"&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself what in the world happened&lt;br /&gt;his thoughts and prayers are consumed for this family too&lt;br /&gt;he said all he wanted to do was&lt;br /&gt;grab a hold of K and I and not let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUvsnPUpTYI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L4SSqcF5SSY/s1600/Hugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUvsnPUpTYI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L4SSqcF5SSY/s320/Hugs.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said tonight to be prepared that he will hug &lt;br /&gt;and hold K and I all night&lt;br /&gt;that's another reason, for the 14 days of love,&lt;br /&gt;exactly why i love him&lt;br /&gt;i don't get my feelings hurt when&lt;br /&gt;kennedy is put before me&lt;br /&gt;when what i say may not be heard because he is so focused &lt;br /&gt;on our daughter&lt;br /&gt;that when i want a little adult convo - he's having tea&lt;br /&gt;it takes a real man to wear pink&lt;br /&gt;and a real man to play tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUvstjTrg8I/AAAAAAAAA-k/hmpORjJ7JvA/s1600/DSC_9796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUvstjTrg8I/AAAAAAAAA-k/hmpORjJ7JvA/s320/DSC_9796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i love how he has on an earing and necklace while pouring asprin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks T for the call just to let me know i will be loved on tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1287102109745302206?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1287102109745302206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=1287102109745302206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1287102109745302206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1287102109745302206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/02/call.html' title='the call'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUvsnPUpTYI/AAAAAAAAA-g/L4SSqcF5SSY/s72-c/Hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-944244622183531681</id><published>2011-02-02T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:59:06.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Pitiful Me</title><content type='html'>we all have those days or moments&lt;br /&gt;where we just need to raise our voices just higher than normal&lt;br /&gt;shed a tear or two to show we are tired in every&amp;nbsp;physical capability&amp;nbsp;a woman can be tired&lt;br /&gt;then we wipe the tears&lt;br /&gt;get our composer &lt;br /&gt;stand up straight and push forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had all intentions of starting a 14 days of the little things i love about T&lt;br /&gt;you know, all the things that i gripe about &lt;br /&gt;but if he were gone i would miss terribly&lt;br /&gt;instead i had a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;a pure selfish, poor, pitiful me breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last about 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;held K and cried all while browning the sausage &lt;br /&gt;that i was trying to hurry and cook for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i snapped at T&lt;br /&gt;spilled my poor me act&lt;br /&gt;and continued to cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wiped my tears&lt;br /&gt;grabbed a tighter hold on K &lt;br /&gt;and off we went to say "i'm sorry for my breakdown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the night was great with exception to T's tooth ache&lt;br /&gt;that is another post on why men continue to put off the doctor &lt;br /&gt;or procedure they need and chose to be in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started another pitiful me this morning&lt;br /&gt;as i changed a diaper and then proceeded to put K &lt;br /&gt;straight in the car to drop her off at nana's&lt;br /&gt;i have to find a way to stop the "rush" cycle &lt;br /&gt;and create more quality time&lt;br /&gt;i try to make the most fun while we are in the car together &lt;br /&gt;but a toddler is only so happy at 6:45am stuck in a car seat&lt;br /&gt;we get creative though and made the most of our ride to nana's&lt;br /&gt;with laughter, dancing and singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on with my original thought for February&lt;br /&gt;14 days of the little things i love&lt;br /&gt;T is a man's man&lt;br /&gt;or i like to think he is&lt;br /&gt;he is well kept &lt;br /&gt;but not so well kept that it's borderline weird&lt;br /&gt;he's a good dresser&lt;br /&gt;but not so over the top that he looks as if he is trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be thrilled that T likes to put the dishes in the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;well i shouldn't say like - but he does it&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't do it when i ask - because majority of the time i don't have to ask&lt;br /&gt;i will load and then i come around the corner &lt;br /&gt;to find him rearranging what i just put in the dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didn't always do this&lt;br /&gt;until recently&lt;br /&gt;and i admit it drives me nuts&lt;br /&gt;i don't tell him how to wash his car&lt;br /&gt;or shave his goatee&lt;br /&gt;i don't tell him how to golf or clean his clubs&lt;br /&gt;just like he wouldn't want me cleaning the inside of his car &lt;br /&gt;of what i consider junk&lt;br /&gt;he needs to step away from the kitchen and the dishwasher **wink**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of those little things that drives me nuts&lt;br /&gt;but i would truly miss&lt;br /&gt;and that little thing that when i step back&lt;br /&gt;to think about, especially as i type this out,&lt;br /&gt;i just smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUoZoEVStGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/dKySsDZUxIg/s1600/DSC_9716-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUoZoEVStGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/dKySsDZUxIg/s320/DSC_9716-1.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you reading this&lt;br /&gt;have those things that get so under your skin&lt;br /&gt;but make you smile and laugh inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;go hug and tell your significant other you love them and appreciate the things they do that drive you nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-944244622183531681?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TUoZoEVStGI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/dKySsDZUxIg/s72-c/DSC_9716-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-5727627626503485689</id><published>2011-01-22T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:35:45.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Leaps</title><content type='html'>remember when you were little &lt;br /&gt;and you first learned how to jump&lt;br /&gt;or the excitement of taking big leaps or jumps?&lt;br /&gt;jump off the bed&lt;br /&gt;jumping across the creek &lt;br /&gt;a water puddle in the road after it rained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those leaps were fun and exciting&lt;br /&gt;made us laugh&lt;br /&gt;and gave a our sweet faces something to smile about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i, we, all get older &lt;br /&gt;i realize that taking leaps are much harder to do&lt;br /&gt;sometimes they bring more stress and anxiety than joy&lt;br /&gt;we become creatures of habit&lt;br /&gt;which creates in us a level of comfort and security that we don't &lt;br /&gt;really like to move away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i say that change doesn't bother me&lt;br /&gt;so change really scares the dickens out of me&lt;br /&gt;yea, change paint on a wall&lt;br /&gt;change my hair color&lt;br /&gt;change cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but leaps that require faith - more faith that unfortunately i have&lt;br /&gt;i should have more because&lt;br /&gt;i have been brought through some struggles&lt;br /&gt;and have been blessed beyond what i deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a leap this year with the half marathon&lt;br /&gt;while it may be something small to most&lt;br /&gt;it really stresses me out&lt;br /&gt;the time commitment&lt;br /&gt;am i really able to do this and prepare myself for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always kid around that i would love&lt;br /&gt;to do parties and take pictures&lt;br /&gt;am i good at it?&amp;nbsp; no&lt;br /&gt;but do i get a sense of joy from it?&amp;nbsp; absolutely&lt;br /&gt;i took a leap and offered to help a friend &lt;br /&gt;with her son's 1st birthday &lt;br /&gt;i immediately thought "what did i just do"&lt;br /&gt;but it's a leap&lt;br /&gt;i have to test my limits and my strengths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as a child has to fall off a bike when learning&lt;br /&gt;as an adult to still have to fall off the bike&lt;br /&gt;to learn how to ride without training wheels&lt;br /&gt;you can't be scared to try&lt;br /&gt;you just might succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kennedy was invited to a birthday party this weekend&lt;br /&gt;while i was hesitant about going &lt;br /&gt;because i know absolutely no one&lt;br /&gt;and it's not like kennedy is at an age&lt;br /&gt;to go around and introduce me&lt;br /&gt;i have to get out of my comfort &lt;br /&gt;i talk about teaching kennedy to be independent&lt;br /&gt;strong, kind, friendly, loyal&lt;br /&gt;you have to teach by actions &lt;br /&gt;and not just words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to leap &lt;br /&gt;into new things with the same excitement&lt;br /&gt;a child has&lt;br /&gt;there may be no one other than God &lt;br /&gt;to catch me if I make a terrible &lt;br /&gt;tumble...but that isn't to bad is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what leap are you taking?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;are you even challenging yourself to take one this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-5727627626503485689?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-7720164519231862397</id><published>2011-01-22T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:52:48.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Help</title><content type='html'>i think i need more than&lt;br /&gt;self help at times&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a big fan of the so called&lt;br /&gt;"self help" books that alot of...&lt;br /&gt;what shall i call them....celebrities, &lt;br /&gt;may promote&lt;br /&gt;but i started thinking about the magizines i read&lt;br /&gt;the books i chose to read&lt;br /&gt;they are all some form of "self help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either telling you what to wear for your body type&lt;br /&gt;what to eat for more energy and weight loss&lt;br /&gt;how to be a happier woman/person&lt;br /&gt;how to get your kid to not have tantrums (nothing works)&lt;br /&gt;how to make potty training easier&lt;br /&gt;ect. ect. ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T always gives me a hard time about my pile&lt;br /&gt;of magizines beside the bed &lt;br /&gt;as soon as i start hinting about his collection of hats, golf clubs, ect. &lt;br /&gt;piling up in the room - on the t.v. - beside the dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i looked down tonight at my current reading material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TTtrQfrIDMI/AAAAAAAAA-U/H4ZTXvYYMs8/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TTtrQfrIDMI/AAAAAAAAA-U/H4ZTXvYYMs8/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the only twomissing, because it's on the edge of the tub and on my desk, is my parenting magizine &lt;br /&gt;and my Bible&lt;br /&gt;funny that one magizine is even titled "self"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such a strong conviction to get so many &lt;br /&gt;areas of my life in a much better place and order than they are in&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the greatest mom i am capable of being&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the greatest wife i am capable of being&lt;br /&gt;the best daughter, sister,&amp;nbsp; and friend that i can possibly be&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be good&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the absolute best i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know if i open myself up&lt;br /&gt;to changes of habits and traits &lt;br /&gt;that i can be at my absolute best&lt;br /&gt;and know that i can continue to grow&lt;br /&gt;and be the woman i need to be &lt;br /&gt;for everyone in my life&lt;br /&gt;and to lead by example and not just words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7720164519231862397?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7720164519231862397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=7720164519231862397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7720164519231862397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7720164519231862397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-help.html' title='Self Help'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TTtrQfrIDMI/AAAAAAAAA-U/H4ZTXvYYMs8/s72-c/DSC_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-2791000718122680404</id><published>2011-01-18T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:10:33.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmgirl</title><content type='html'>do i need to even explain &lt;br /&gt;my love and obsession for blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i found one OF COURSE&lt;br /&gt;through another blog and i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;she's such a doll and her artistic ability is amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.farmgirlpaints.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.farmgirlpaints.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just dying to send her a picture of the home &lt;br /&gt;i grew up in to paint - that way i will have forever to cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she, unlike myself, wanted to learn more about photographer and took action&lt;br /&gt;i talk about taking a photography class...she does it&lt;br /&gt;she has a "strive" challenge going &lt;br /&gt;i always see where other bloggers have topics that you can link up your page&lt;br /&gt;but never have i partaken&lt;br /&gt;Until now&lt;br /&gt;each week, after she learns something new&lt;br /&gt;she will tell us, bloggers, about it and ask that we link a picture up&lt;br /&gt;that somehow captures it&lt;br /&gt;this week was about shutter speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know my husband is a golfer&lt;br /&gt;not just a golfer on the weekends as a hobby&lt;br /&gt;but his career&lt;br /&gt;his passion&lt;br /&gt;his obsession&lt;br /&gt;his love&lt;br /&gt;it's what is on every tv when i turn them on (not foodnetwork)&lt;br /&gt;so what better to send a picture&lt;br /&gt;of motion and shutter speed&lt;br /&gt;than my sweetie in the &lt;br /&gt;middle of a swing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TTW7ADYfioI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/n1Xq25NyHik/s1600/Thomas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TTW7ADYfioI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/n1Xq25NyHik/s320/Thomas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out that face - that ball is about to get crushed!&lt;br /&gt;so go check out &lt;a href="http://www.farmgirlpaints.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise you will enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy tuesday and many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-2791000718122680404?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2791000718122680404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=2791000718122680404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2791000718122680404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2791000718122680404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/01/farmgirl.html' title='Farmgirl'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TTW7ADYfioI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/n1Xq25NyHik/s72-c/Thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3546842231504593823</id><published>2011-01-13T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:58:02.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing</title><content type='html'>i will have to take more time this weekend to &lt;br /&gt;write and give all the feelings i have about &lt;br /&gt;my oldest step son turning 17&lt;br /&gt;but until then i wish him a year&lt;br /&gt;of pure joy&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;patience&lt;br /&gt;growth&lt;br /&gt;blessings&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;no more speeding tickets!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday austin - enjoy your year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS-7nrW4eNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/52NdmV7KaSw/s1600/DSC_9134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS-7nrW4eNI/AAAAAAAAA-M/52NdmV7KaSw/s320/DSC_9134.JPG" width="320" /&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/7485093345672265545-3546842231504593823?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3546842231504593823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3546842231504593823' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-4430212564944738737</id><published>2011-01-12T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:16:33.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back When</title><content type='html'>i attended a funeral today of a lady that in the 3 short years&lt;br /&gt;that i was able to know her&lt;br /&gt;had such an influence&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i had alot of long conversations with her&lt;br /&gt;or that we spent time sitting around talking&lt;br /&gt;but just by her actions, words, and witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married to the same man for 65 years&lt;br /&gt;9 children and 2 dozen grandkids and great grand children&lt;br /&gt;as i watched and listen to her life celebration&lt;br /&gt;and her children mourning the loss of their mother&lt;br /&gt;i sat there thinking about how i put so much on the struggle &lt;br /&gt;of things that can't happen - or i can't do this/that&lt;br /&gt;i can't afford this or that&lt;br /&gt;the "i'd love to have a house full of children but we just couldn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5plr2wReI/AAAAAAAAA94/gTPeHznH_CA/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5plr2wReI/AAAAAAAAA94/gTPeHznH_CA/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have spent most of the day thinking about days way before my time&lt;br /&gt;back when time was spent on a front porch&lt;br /&gt;doors weren't locked&lt;br /&gt;life was simple and time was slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pobLnfhI/AAAAAAAAA98/8TwIfwx9WO4/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pobLnfhI/AAAAAAAAA98/8TwIfwx9WO4/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my time now is spent planning weeks in advance &lt;br /&gt;piling as much in as few hours as possible&lt;br /&gt;thomas told me today as i was debating mopping floors or resting&lt;br /&gt;"jen, you have the&amp;nbsp;rest of the day and night - just stop and rest"&lt;br /&gt;i caught myself throughout the remainder of the day saying&lt;br /&gt;"i have the rest of the day/night - this can wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pdk-C_uI/AAAAAAAAA9s/koj3ZHBynSI/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pdk-C_uI/AAAAAAAAA9s/koj3ZHBynSI/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i know i have shared with some that i would love to have a house full&lt;br /&gt;of little kiddos running around&lt;br /&gt;yes- stressful as they grow up and get a mind of their own&lt;br /&gt;but those sweet innocent years and laughter than fill your home&lt;br /&gt;i always say "i would have a house full if i could afford"&lt;br /&gt;tonight i thought...&lt;br /&gt;"they had nine children back when people didn't have alot&lt;br /&gt;we think money is tight now - think of a stay at home mom and a farmer"&lt;br /&gt;we have a 2 income family with a good benefits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5paq3-K5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/MQc1jnmBIR8/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5paq3-K5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/MQc1jnmBIR8/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;do we have things backwards or what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not professing that i am now on a mission &lt;br /&gt;to deliver a liter of kiddos&lt;br /&gt;but babies and children are no more expensive today &lt;br /&gt;as they were 30/40 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pTHjV7DI/AAAAAAAAA9g/u3zbBTW4ZV4/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pTHjV7DI/AAAAAAAAA9g/u3zbBTW4ZV4/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, things are more costly&lt;br /&gt;yes, we think we need more things to feed, dress, entertain our kids&lt;br /&gt;when really, what 9 month old is going to remember if you gave them&lt;br /&gt;dr. brown's bottles or walmart brand&lt;br /&gt;forget bottles - mom's are a great food supply source = FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pivRncyI/AAAAAAAAA90/b0lvvzqNYQY/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pivRncyI/AAAAAAAAA90/b0lvvzqNYQY/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tim mcgraw has a song titled "back when"&lt;br /&gt;there is a line in the song that says&lt;br /&gt;"we got too complicated - it's all over rated"&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't agree more&lt;br /&gt;while i love the technology of my blackberry - debit cards - internet - microwave&lt;br /&gt;i think we could all benefit from simplified lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pP6GGqRI/AAAAAAAAA9c/dbHkvCGwn2g/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pP6GGqRI/AAAAAAAAA9c/dbHkvCGwn2g/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i think that is the joy of having a little one around&lt;br /&gt;the simplest thing can amuse them &lt;br /&gt;you stubbing your toe is the funniest thing they have ever seen&lt;br /&gt;you acting like an idiot to the hot dog song on mickey mouse &lt;br /&gt;brings the brightest smile to their face&lt;br /&gt;the brightness of snow on the ground is something &lt;br /&gt;new and fresh to learn&lt;br /&gt;children (while little) are simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pMZP7o9I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DrP88kZ4ai4/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5pMZP7o9I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DrP88kZ4ai4/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i am reminded, even as kids grow, they still enjoy simple&lt;br /&gt;zach, my youngest step son, was so excited a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;when t took the time for him and zach to go lay pennies and quarters on a rail road track&lt;br /&gt;he listened all night for that train to roll through&lt;br /&gt;talked about when it would come by and which direction it would be going &lt;br /&gt;i told thomas, "he may be becoming a "tween" but there is still&lt;br /&gt;that small simple child in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5prX_UTKI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Uv-bKxVhZRc/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5prX_UTKI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Uv-bKxVhZRc/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;don't you want your simple inner child to come out more often?&lt;br /&gt;i do&lt;br /&gt;here is to remembering to be simple and slow down&lt;br /&gt;to ola - for showing me what love is suppose to look like&lt;br /&gt;to my kiddos big and small - for inspiring me to make things simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess there is another resolution&lt;br /&gt;can you continue to make them after 1.1.2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if i do happen to get pregnant again - not saying i will - &lt;br /&gt;i make a promise to myself to be thankfull &lt;br /&gt;and know it's all in a bigger plan than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-4430212564944738737?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4430212564944738737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=4430212564944738737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4430212564944738737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/4430212564944738737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-when.html' title='Back When'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TS5plr2wReI/AAAAAAAAA94/gTPeHznH_CA/s72-c/DSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3657354386225798345</id><published>2011-01-07T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:46:48.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>adjective&lt;br /&gt;unable to defend oneself or to act without help&lt;br /&gt;synonyoms: defenseless, exposed, vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a downer!&lt;br /&gt;i completely feel this way right now&lt;br /&gt;and i have to write it out so it no longer consumes my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to sit back and see self destruction&lt;br /&gt;and feel like you can not do anything&lt;br /&gt;as parents you try to instill all of your life knowledge in your children&lt;br /&gt;you try to teach them based upon the mistakes&lt;br /&gt;you made&lt;br /&gt;you try to not bore them with lectures of all the facts&lt;br /&gt;you try so hard&lt;br /&gt;you pray hard&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day you wish with all your might that it sticks with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i continue to be a step parent to 2 wonderful boys&lt;br /&gt;one turning 17 in just a few days&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but feel remorse for all that i put my parents through&lt;br /&gt;i was raised in a christian enviroment&lt;br /&gt;with a mother that spent&amp;nbsp;majority of&amp;nbsp;time on her knees praying for us kids&lt;br /&gt;a father that you didn't think about back talking or questioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that being said you would think i had all the upbrining of living the straight and narrow&lt;br /&gt;i wish i would have&lt;br /&gt;but i have to now take those unhealthy decisions &lt;br /&gt;to use and educate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this all just is God's way of trying my desire&lt;br /&gt;of letting go and letting God&lt;br /&gt;nothing is helpless with Him&lt;br /&gt;even when i sit and feel like i can't do anything&lt;br /&gt;i know who has the ability to do MARVELOUS things&lt;br /&gt;who can take a bad situation and make it wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read this and have teenagers &lt;br /&gt;i know you agree with me that your parents were right&lt;br /&gt;parenting is hard&lt;br /&gt;there are times is just out right stinks&lt;br /&gt;it's exhausting&lt;br /&gt;mind consuming&lt;br /&gt;at times inconvient&lt;br /&gt;but kids of gifts from God&lt;br /&gt;they are blessings&lt;br /&gt;and this is job that HE gave us to endure and accomplish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And not only that, but we also glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 5:3-4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings from my crazy home to yours,&lt;br /&gt;jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3657354386225798345?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3657354386225798345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3657354386225798345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3657354386225798345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3657354386225798345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/01/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-6974223014271974985</id><published>2011-01-05T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:03:40.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap in the Face</title><content type='html'>do you have those moments when&lt;br /&gt;things just seem to keep aligning &lt;br /&gt;and it's like someone/something is trying to tell you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUT8cT3VFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5mrNlVcxiS8/s1600/DSC_9983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUT8cT3VFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5mrNlVcxiS8/s320/DSC_9983.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep coming across quotes, sayings, others writings&lt;br /&gt;that are like a slap in the face&lt;br /&gt;i wrote about being capable the other day&lt;br /&gt;but capable of what?&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned that my desire is to let go and let God&lt;br /&gt;there are things that i want to do this year&lt;br /&gt;that will mold my life for the better&lt;br /&gt;that will mold my family for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"life isn't about finding yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but creating yourself"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUT4p2onRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kjlDTaM1rXk/s1600/DSC_9976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUT4p2onRI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kjlDTaM1rXk/s320/DSC_9976.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are things i don't like in my life right now&lt;br /&gt;i can change those&lt;br /&gt;i can't change by myself but with God &lt;br /&gt;those situations and things can change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine from high school&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;has on her facebook page &lt;br /&gt;a saying i thought was cute and made me smile&lt;br /&gt;when i first read it&lt;br /&gt;but it always seems to enter back in my thought&lt;br /&gt;and i think of it alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i want to be the woman that when my feet hit the floor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the morning, the devil says,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh crap she's up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUUCrOx67I/AAAAAAAAA9M/TZPTxs0NWXQ/s1600/DSC_9998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUUCrOx67I/AAAAAAAAA9M/TZPTxs0NWXQ/s320/DSC_9998.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that woman &lt;br /&gt;but i desire to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i lose myself in other blogs&lt;br /&gt;lately it's like my thoughts are so scrambled and nothing i seem to &lt;br /&gt;type out makes any sense&lt;br /&gt;but then i come across sayings or quotes &lt;br /&gt;and i hear myself say &lt;br /&gt;"EXACTLY"&lt;br /&gt;that is what i have been trying to say for &lt;br /&gt;the last 45 minutes that i type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i leave you with this today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grab life by the mane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set God-sized goals. Pursue God-ordained passions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go after a dream that is destined to fail without divine intervention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep asking questions. Keep making mistakes. Keep seeking God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop pointing out problems and become part of the solution.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop repeating the past and start creating the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop playing it safe and start taking risks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expand your horizons. Accumulate experiences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider the lilies. Enjoy the journey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find every excuse you can to celebrate everything you can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live like today is the first day and last day of your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let what's wrong with you keep you from worshipping what's right with God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burn sinful bridges. Blaze a new trail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criticize by creating. Worry less about what people think and more about what God thinks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't try to be who you're not. Be yourself. Laugh at yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quit holding out. Quit holding back. Quit running away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chase the lion." - Mark Batterson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let the lion chase you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUURwJbVQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/plJHaZ_7kY4/s1600/DSC_9819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUURwJbVQI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/plJHaZ_7kY4/s320/DSC_9819.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;my old rocking horse that my mom and sister redid for kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-6974223014271974985?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6974223014271974985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=6974223014271974985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/6974223014271974985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/6974223014271974985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2011/01/slap-in-face.html' title='Slap in the Face'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TSUT8cT3VFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5mrNlVcxiS8/s72-c/DSC_9983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-2515588336779223242</id><published>2011-01-01T09:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:54:20.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010 Reflection</title><content type='html'>each morning as I lay all snug in my bed, tucked warm and cozy, &lt;br /&gt;my&amp;nbsp;sweet man&amp;nbsp;gives me a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before he leaves for work&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i grumble something about being being careful and have a fantastic day&lt;br /&gt;for some reason though when I woke up this morning...&lt;br /&gt;God has given me so many special gifts&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He does that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;He opens our eyes to how blessed we are&lt;br /&gt;the realization seeps in and joy fills our hearts&lt;br /&gt;today the presence of those blessings was present&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;my coffee tasted better, &lt;br /&gt;the dirty dishes in the sink made me thankful for dishes to eat off of...&lt;br /&gt;counting my blessings seemed to just be right there in the forefront of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR9LIAo-5DI/AAAAAAAAA80/Bw__nsvEgFE/s1600/CSC_9890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR9LIAo-5DI/AAAAAAAAA80/Bw__nsvEgFE/s320/CSC_9890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i reflected yesterday on the year of the past so many things ran through my mind&lt;br /&gt;things that tested our patience&lt;br /&gt;things that made us weep tears of pure joy and want to stay in the that &lt;br /&gt;exact moment forever&lt;br /&gt;things that riped my heart apart as i tried to stand strong with a solid smile upon my face&lt;br /&gt;i survived it all and i feel stronger because of it&lt;br /&gt;i know that sounds so cliche but it's so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the challenges that i faced this in 2010 weren't any more&lt;br /&gt;difficult or harder than anyone else had to face&lt;br /&gt;in all reality..mine were probably pretty easy compared to most people in the world today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday evening as i was preparing to go out for new years&lt;br /&gt;i just broke down&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired! &lt;br /&gt;but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;some days you just want it easy&lt;br /&gt;you want the perfect happy family with kids that want to be with you 24/7&lt;br /&gt;sitting around the dinner table actually talking about your day&lt;br /&gt;you want everything in your past to be pleasant so it doesn't &lt;br /&gt;sneak in and haunt you when you are feeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR9Ldo0kW-I/AAAAAAAAA88/46l6VjSZ60g/s1600/DSC_9023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR9Ldo0kW-I/AAAAAAAAA88/46l6VjSZ60g/s320/DSC_9023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;there are times i feel so completely helpless to situations&lt;br /&gt;and majority of the time i let those feelings consume my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;**that's a resolution that i have for 2011-unpleasant, unGodly thoughts will not consume my mind**&lt;br /&gt;i realized last night - which why it didn't click earlier in life as many times as i heard it&lt;br /&gt;i can't change people and who they are or what they do&lt;br /&gt;having a teenage step son has really taught me so much this year&lt;br /&gt;my mother use to say alot "put it in God's hands and let it&amp;nbsp;go"&lt;br /&gt;i never really grasped that until i had a teenager in my household&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have really had alot of lessons that have shown me that i am &lt;br /&gt;not the main one in control of my life or situations&lt;br /&gt;granted, i can make situations that effect my life - good or bad&lt;br /&gt;but let's face it...bad things happen&lt;br /&gt;i never shared this within a&amp;nbsp;post this year&lt;br /&gt;but i was reminded once again there are so many things i can't control&lt;br /&gt;i lost another baby last year&lt;br /&gt;i now have 2 little angels in heaven that i know i will see one day&lt;br /&gt;the second time isn't any easier than the first&lt;br /&gt;i think i was able to keep composer&amp;nbsp;better the second time&amp;nbsp;or maybe it was &lt;br /&gt;that i had so much i used to distract me&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because i still was able to come home to a beautiful baby girl&lt;br /&gt;but in those quiet moments when i am awake before everyone else&lt;br /&gt;or driving home and it's still and quiet - those two angels consume my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why it happens other than to teach me and allow me to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this last writing on another blog and i had to post it&lt;br /&gt;i read it last night before i left the house and it gave me such peace&lt;br /&gt;i was struggling earlier in the day&amp;nbsp;and just feeling helpless &lt;br /&gt;anxiety of wanting to just make all things just right consumed me (there's that word again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR9LLO6zMpI/AAAAAAAAA84/ju0DWWRxXr4/s1600/DSC_9902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR9LLO6zMpI/AAAAAAAAA84/ju0DWWRxXr4/s320/DSC_9902.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;"it's taken me awhile to grasp it all, but I have finally arrived at the grown-up place of life is what you make it and there are lots of things in life we go through that aren't comfortable or ideal, but they could be so incredibly worse, and a simple life of comfort does nothing to change us, mold us, make us into better, stronger more beautiful versions of ourselves...I have been reminded so much these past couple weeks of just how wonderfully blessed we are and the older I get, the more I embrace change as opportunity to learn just what I am capable of.Perhaps I had been planted for too long and this little bit of discomfort will challenge me, to push myself more toward new chapters in the story of our life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;they will be good chapters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i am capable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have faced alot that hasn't brought me down&lt;br /&gt;i'm still standing and standing a little straighter and stronger&lt;br /&gt;i am capable of everything that i am faced with&lt;br /&gt;i am capable of pushing myself to be better &lt;br /&gt;i am capable of making my life what i want it to be&lt;br /&gt;i am the one that is capable to find the joy or find the negative in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to a blessed year full of all that we are capable of and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;p.s. - do you like the music playing during the blog or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-2515588336779223242?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2515588336779223242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=2515588336779223242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2515588336779223242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/2515588336779223242'/><link rel='alternate' 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sure that i continue to take alot of time off&amp;nbsp;at the holidays&lt;br /&gt;most people want the summer vacation days&amp;nbsp;- which i do to &lt;br /&gt;but there is something about being &lt;br /&gt;cozy in a warm house and staying in your pjs all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tPkATEdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/O8aTr3LX1bA/s1600/DSC_9795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tPkATEdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/O8aTr3LX1bA/s320/DSC_9795.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up to the sound of kennedy's laughter and calling out "mama"&lt;br /&gt;in the most determined little voice&lt;br /&gt;and knowing that we can enjoy breakfast without rushing to get out the&lt;br /&gt;door was probably one of the best christmas gifts i could have received&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;i really like all of the monetary gifts that i received&lt;br /&gt;but that gift of time with my family&amp;nbsp;was the most precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really excited about christmas this year &lt;br /&gt;after seeing kennedy's reaction to one of my nephews &lt;br /&gt;receiving a present the prior week&lt;br /&gt;i just knew she would round the corner and see her kitchen and table &lt;br /&gt;and just squeal and be estatic&lt;br /&gt;wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before the holidays some form of bashfulness came across her&lt;br /&gt;if she felt like people were drawing attention to her or talking about her&lt;br /&gt;she would look down and just mess with her fingers/fingernails&lt;br /&gt;it is absolutely hilarious and adorable at the same time&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where she gets taht from or if it's just a toddler stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tSyQAJfI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/DABINxzrr0s/s1600/DSC_9346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tSyQAJfI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/DABINxzrr0s/s320/DSC_9346.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tYXbdBuI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Si_8TP8wNRs/s1600/DSC_9343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tYXbdBuI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Si_8TP8wNRs/s320/DSC_9343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys were great helping us set up christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;before Zach went to bed he came and told me to make sure that &lt;br /&gt;he was up before we got kennedy up&lt;br /&gt;i know they were excited to see how she would react - even at 12 and 17&lt;br /&gt;they act like they don't care - but every now and then little things &lt;br /&gt;will slip and i know she brings them the&lt;br /&gt;same joy and excitement she brings to everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to christmas morning - everyone is ready to see how she reacts and this is what we get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes and hides behind a basket looking down!&lt;br /&gt;after i carry her to the kitchen it didn't take long for her to jump right in&lt;br /&gt;all i will say is that she LOVES to tear into some packages...hers and everyone elses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tdinjRdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/UZf1Ou1GmkY/s1600/DSC_9356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tdinjRdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/UZf1Ou1GmkY/s320/DSC_9356.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4ta85o_fI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/JBXIH8g9xj8/s1600/DSC_9351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4ta85o_fI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/JBXIH8g9xj8/s320/DSC_9351.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all so blessed this year beyound our means&lt;br /&gt;a week before christmas as i sat wrapping up presents it really hit me&lt;br /&gt;and convicted me about gifts for thomas and myself&lt;br /&gt;here's my rational&lt;br /&gt;we both work - we both purchase things for ourselves throughout the year&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate valentines with a gift or dinner&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate our anniversary - better be a dinner or something&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate brithdays &lt;br /&gt;kiddos don't get all those chances to get what their hearts want&lt;br /&gt;they go through the motions of asking for things at the store and hoping to hear&lt;br /&gt;their parents say yes&lt;br /&gt;so i told thomas next year - it's all kiddos&lt;br /&gt;we don't need anything - we can go get whatever we want when we want&lt;br /&gt;we agreed on stocking stuffers for each other - which is great because &lt;br /&gt;i get as excited about a stocking as anything else&lt;br /&gt;(ask me this time next year if i gave him a list)&amp;nbsp;**wink***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beleive the boys were truly pleased with their christmas&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping austin's present opens up a new world of a hobby&lt;br /&gt;a hobby that is cheaper than cars and car parts and SAFER&lt;br /&gt;photography&lt;br /&gt;i love more than anything taking pictures and capturing "non pose"moments&lt;br /&gt;i like them to tell a picture&lt;br /&gt;i hope we will be able to share that same joy in taking pictures &lt;br /&gt;maybe this will give me some time to take him out to find some cool places &lt;br /&gt;to capture some shots&lt;br /&gt;trying to pull out that creative - imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tgo7SIPI/AAAAAAAAA8g/0SbOmbYk1DQ/s1600/DSC_9368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tgo7SIPI/AAAAAAAAA8g/0SbOmbYk1DQ/s320/DSC_9368.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tlm_a0iI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TSYPsOSzKAY/s1600/DSC_9374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tlm_a0iI/AAAAAAAAA8k/TSYPsOSzKAY/s320/DSC_9374.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4uPiUCSuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/98TDcHvdAXg/s1600/DSC_9481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4uPiUCSuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/98TDcHvdAXg/s320/DSC_9481.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in efforts to not bore you any longer with this post&lt;br /&gt;***if you are still reading...bless you***&lt;br /&gt;i will make a part II for christmas at the parent's home&lt;br /&gt;that was an eventful night in itself&lt;br /&gt;let's just say&lt;br /&gt;missing family members - ice - 4 rowdy kids - and a 8 people trying to get back home safely in one car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-7874908412962800817?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7874908412962800817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=7874908412962800817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7874908412962800817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/7874908412962800817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmastime.html' title='Christmastime'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TR4tPkATEdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/O8aTr3LX1bA/s72-c/DSC_9795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-8809452691938039535</id><published>2010-12-26T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:09:12.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do birds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly appear? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime you are near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They long to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close to you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf9sMegJ1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/WUdVCWaltc8/s1600/DSC_9795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf9sMegJ1I/AAAAAAAAA7s/WUdVCWaltc8/s320/DSC_9795.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf9yM9ETeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/xzKtF1myfBw/s1600/DSC_9780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf9yM9ETeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/xzKtF1myfBw/s320/DSC_9780.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Why do stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall down from the sky? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime you walk by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They long to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf91K7eZXI/AAAAAAAAA70/dun7kbhUze0/s1600/DSC_9757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf91K7eZXI/AAAAAAAAA70/dun7kbhUze0/s320/DSC_9757.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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center;"&gt;The angels got together and decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To create a dream come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So they sprinkled moondust in your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf-Njs2LiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8iqrBpvDG1A/s1600/DSC_9764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf-Njs2LiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8iqrBpvDG1A/s320/DSC_9764.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf-W3AU1vI/AAAAAAAAA8E/WcSM6gDKUl8/s1600/DSC_9767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf-W3AU1vI/AAAAAAAAA8E/WcSM6gDKUl8/s320/DSC_9767.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf-lbjnjEI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gmnQUKKbZF0/s1600/DSC_9768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TRf-lbjnjEI/AAAAAAAAA8I/gmnQUKKbZF0/s320/DSC_9768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is why all the girls in town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Follow you all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They long to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kennedy got this little puppet from nana for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; it's a little bear that plays this song as you use it as a puppet...i haven't been able to make it through the first 5 words without crying YET!&amp;nbsp; stupid puppet!&amp;nbsp; just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i&amp;nbsp;love it.&amp;nbsp; Ii love seeing her precious face as she listens.&amp;nbsp; my heart melts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really haven't been able to get my thoughts around&amp;nbsp; this holiday season yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't worry a post will come soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm just overwhelmed with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many emotions of blessings&amp;nbsp; that have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been bestowed upon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope each and every one of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had a safe, blessed, wonderful holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;many Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jen﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7485093345672265545-8809452691938039535?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8809452691938039535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=8809452691938039535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-3507839114137230933</id><published>2010-12-21T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:52:51.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In their shoes</title><content type='html'>i had the most rewarding two days last week that i must share &lt;br /&gt;i don't share to pat myself on the back&lt;br /&gt;or to say what i am done&lt;br /&gt;because in reality i don't do near enough or anything for that matter&lt;br /&gt;but i do work for a great company that does alot&lt;br /&gt;and i am fortunate enough to get to share in some of that &lt;br /&gt;every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;it couldn't of been at a better time to get&lt;br /&gt;involved with these either&lt;br /&gt;yes, we are all caught up in the hustle and bustle&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times we remind ourselves what the holidays are about&lt;br /&gt;or how many times we promise not to stress over the perfect gift&lt;br /&gt;or the amount we spend&lt;br /&gt;it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop is salvation army&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you but when i would chose my angel&lt;br /&gt;i would go and shop and really think about what i would buy and if this child&lt;br /&gt;would like the gift or play with it&lt;br /&gt;thought i shopped for them, it went to salvation army and delivered&lt;br /&gt;i had this envision of what i thought that whole organization was like&lt;br /&gt;lets say it was nothing like i imagined&lt;br /&gt;it is much bigger than i ever imagined &lt;br /&gt;i quickly realized it took alot of people and alot of volunteer hours to make the&lt;br /&gt;salvation army such a huge success&lt;br /&gt;as i watched some of the families come to retrieve their gifts&lt;br /&gt;as i double checked bags to make sure everyone is accounted for&lt;br /&gt;as i read the list of names and ages my heart was saddened and overjoyed &lt;br /&gt;looking through the bags and seeing all the toys, bedding clothes and ect.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but think of the joy and excitement that these families would feel&lt;br /&gt;on christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;i also, quickly realized, that when i chose an angel to shop for&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to have a mind set of let me just pick up a little something &lt;br /&gt;for this child or elderly&lt;br /&gt;but let me put the same effort and thought as if this were my own family&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what christmas is about?&amp;nbsp; giving?&amp;nbsp; being "CHRIST" like?&lt;br /&gt;i believe so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second shop the next day was the second harvest food bank&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS&lt;br /&gt;what an incredible operation&lt;br /&gt;we all hear of the second harvest through the news each night&lt;br /&gt;if you attend football games and in advertisements&lt;br /&gt;i strongly encourage anyone to go and take a tour &lt;br /&gt;by the end of the tour i guarantee you will be signing up to volunteer&lt;br /&gt;80,000 square feet of storage space that is stocked floor to ceiling&lt;br /&gt;aisles and aisles full of boxes of food&lt;br /&gt;boxes still to be sorted and packed&lt;br /&gt;and if they do not get food everyday to store for hungry families&lt;br /&gt;this 80,000 square feet of space would be empty in 11 days&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked that in a mere 11 days it could be emptied&lt;br /&gt;and that there are still that many hungry families within&lt;br /&gt;46 counties of tennessee&lt;br /&gt;with the donation of my place of work&lt;br /&gt;100,000 mouths will be fed&lt;br /&gt;ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND - INCREDIBLE&lt;br /&gt;and let me just state that they are not fed with the off brand - expired - stale food&lt;br /&gt;we're talking better food than what i go to the grocery and buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my pity parties when i think things are bad&lt;br /&gt;and i was quickly reminded that i have so much to be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;i have been blessed minute after minute beyond anything that i deserve&lt;br /&gt;so if you are able to read this then you are blessed...&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;you obviously have access to the internet&lt;br /&gt;which means you probably have a computer or phone&lt;br /&gt;which means you have means of electricity&lt;br /&gt;which i would assume if you have electricity then you are not out in the cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could continue but i do believe that you get my point&lt;br /&gt;yes, this time of year is about giving but why just this time of year&lt;br /&gt;i really want to encourage you and i'm speaking mainly to myself&lt;br /&gt;to be of a giving nature all year long&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;if it's your time,&amp;nbsp; your prayers, or monetary means&lt;br /&gt;try to do something a little more than last year&lt;br /&gt;i've seen first hand how it really makes such a huge difference to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always &lt;br /&gt;many blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-3507839114137230933?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3507839114137230933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=3507839114137230933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3507839114137230933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/3507839114137230933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-their-shoes.html' title='In their shoes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1654611831963105562</id><published>2010-12-15T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:48:04.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>what a boring and non eye catching title&lt;br /&gt;but as i sit here clearing off images from the camera&lt;br /&gt;and thinking that I need to post about the occurrences of the past few days&lt;br /&gt;my brain is getting tired - my "thinking" cap is almost to the "off mode"&lt;br /&gt;i debate making a cup of coffee; but do i really want energy&lt;br /&gt;to stay up for a few more hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband has been a trooper and prince for me the past 2 days&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's pretty obvious all that needs to be accomplished within &lt;br /&gt;the mere hours before, during and after my work schedule&lt;br /&gt;he has really stepped in and helped out without really even asking&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't be more appreciative- i keep telling him&lt;br /&gt;words can not express how much i appreciate all that you are doing&lt;br /&gt;he is a good man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been really cold but that doesn't stop us from getting out &lt;br /&gt;and enjoying some of the white stuff&lt;br /&gt;i may not stay out as long as the kiddos but i will attempt&lt;br /&gt;to put on all the gear, go out and walk around, maybe roll up a snowball&lt;br /&gt;before i wave the white flag to the brutal wind on my face and go inside&lt;br /&gt;there i will wait while kiddos play until they are numb &lt;br /&gt;and have hot chocolate waiting on them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say i have always been a much bigger&amp;nbsp; fan of cold weather than the hot&lt;br /&gt;i think i have stated before...i can bundle up more clothing than i can remove&lt;br /&gt;when it gets too hot for my comfort&lt;br /&gt;nothing better than a good warm turtleneck and scarf&lt;br /&gt;scarfs and boots are my thing for the winter of 2010&lt;br /&gt;everytime i go out i seem to come back with another scarf&lt;br /&gt;or a pair of boots...no worries...with the forecast we are getting &lt;br /&gt;they will all gets lots of use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i planned a "cookies and milk" date for kennedy with our buddy sawyer&lt;br /&gt;his mom, zoe, and i were belly buddies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;sawyer and kennedy are about 20 days apart, i think&lt;br /&gt;i have come to love zoe like a sister and her family&lt;br /&gt;she is so dear to me...calms me when i need calming&lt;br /&gt;can give me a laugh when i need it the most&lt;br /&gt;and listens when i just need an ear to vent&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful God put her family in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first "date" with the kiddos took alot of warming up on kennedy's part&lt;br /&gt;not this time...she was excited that someone was here to play with&lt;br /&gt;though, she got a little nerved if sawyer got close to the adorable tea set he brought her&lt;br /&gt;but a quick diversion of attention and they were good to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that being said - this mom of a busy girl is off to prepare things for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;big day&lt;br /&gt;because of the weather kennedy's Christmas party at school was moved to tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;along with the volunteer project i signed up for a the Salvation Army&lt;br /&gt;i will sit down eventually and just stare at the tree, have some spice tea &lt;br /&gt;(thank you wonderful sister) and relax&lt;br /&gt;until then stay warm &lt;br /&gt;and many many many&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8cqRLutI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2EEKen1TE_o/s320/DSC_8771.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8hEWjleI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3nglJsqjp7U/s1600/DSC_8778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8hEWjleI/AAAAAAAAA7E/3nglJsqjp7U/s320/DSC_8778.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8kWArdYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/JlJVzO5C0A0/s1600/DSC_8785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8kWArdYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/JlJVzO5C0A0/s320/DSC_8785.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i thought this was so precious of kennedy looking at all the white fluffy stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8m-GvZcI/AAAAAAAAA7M/oNWIZKhRyjo/s1600/DSC_8802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8m-GvZcI/AAAAAAAAA7M/oNWIZKhRyjo/s320/DSC_8802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i have no idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8pm5CSoI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/z-ov7T9qptA/s1600/DSC_8815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8pm5CSoI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/z-ov7T9qptA/s320/DSC_8815.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8sDIcX4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/92U3mRYO0Xc/s1600/DSC_8820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8sDIcX4I/AAAAAAAAA7U/92U3mRYO0Xc/s320/DSC_8820.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"don't tell mom but this is her good lipstick!" (she she knows how to open tubes of lipgloss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl84DBf69I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ERiVwSsSKYY/s1600/DSC_8838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl84DBf69I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ERiVwSsSKYY/s320/DSC_8838.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl87MgJ19I/AAAAAAAAA7c/vGMc9YrLCYU/s1600/DSC_8842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl87MgJ19I/AAAAAAAAA7c/vGMc9YrLCYU/s320/DSC_8842.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;alot of this all during the play date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8_EV9GWI/AAAAAAAAA7g/mf_MvgOtAJM/s1600/DSC_8843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8_EV9GWI/AAAAAAAAA7g/mf_MvgOtAJM/s320/DSC_8843.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of my favorite people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1654611831963105562?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1654611831963105562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=1654611831963105562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1654611831963105562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1654611831963105562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2010/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQl8ElCmk1I/AAAAAAAAA6w/1_INmLGLyUc/s72-c/DSC_8756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-1481677740064855063</id><published>2010-12-13T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:11:00.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i walk in the bathroom sunday morning to find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this taking place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i ran to get camera in hopes that i wouldn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;interupt the "spa" treatment that was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;about to take place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mess, yes...but what do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWGraXNn_I/AAAAAAAAA54/ekxNKAXy8YQ/s1600/DSC_8719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWGraXNn_I/AAAAAAAAA54/ekxNKAXy8YQ/s320/DSC_8719.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWGuTBKnrI/AAAAAAAAA58/s9sHQctgNb8/s1600/DSC_8720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWGuTBKnrI/AAAAAAAAA58/s9sHQctgNb8/s320/DSC_8720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWGxRk8elI/AAAAAAAAA6A/j6mT71Awho8/s1600/DSC_8721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWGxRk8elI/AAAAAAAAA6A/j6mT71Awho8/s320/DSC_8721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"did i miss any"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWG1XbxnkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Y9mY7kH4G6k/s1600/DSC_8724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWG1XbxnkI/AAAAAAAAA6E/Y9mY7kH4G6k/s320/DSC_8724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;she is trying to get that foot up there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWG91IuPJI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xdS8JUyKCos/s1600/DSC_8725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWG91IuPJI/AAAAAAAAA6I/xdS8JUyKCos/s320/DSC_8725.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHAlOHnOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/XvvPTIClRf0/s1600/DSC_8728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHAlOHnOI/AAAAAAAAA6M/XvvPTIClRf0/s320/DSC_8728.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHLc5EQcI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/DAGhz8JtBM0/s320/DSC_8736.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"time to clean up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHOPNEaqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/dVwCh8azN1U/s1600/DSC_8738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHOPNEaqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/dVwCh8azN1U/s320/DSC_8738.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHQ-qtABI/AAAAAAAAA6g/siwgthxgG8M/s1600/DSC_8740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHQ-qtABI/AAAAAAAAA6g/siwgthxgG8M/s320/DSC_8740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"now what can i find in daddy's drawer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHUbWm4qI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ypYjEqcX_A0/s1600/DSC_8742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWHUbWm4qI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ypYjEqcX_A0/s320/DSC_8742.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blessings and many pedis in your future!&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7485093345672265545-1481677740064855063?l=nennytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1481677740064855063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7485093345672265545&amp;postID=1481677740064855063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1481677740064855063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7485093345672265545/posts/default/1481677740064855063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nennytales.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedi.html' title='Pedi'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13559558928622372339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WygRlP2So0s/TmYkxE3kMsI/AAAAAAAABTo/nrnIbTcpW04/s220/Kissing%2BBeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQWGraXNn_I/AAAAAAAAA54/ekxNKAXy8YQ/s72-c/DSC_8719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7485093345672265545.post-964533657384748789</id><published>2010-12-12T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:35:45.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Chaos - The Good Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i've been busy...that is all i can say. yes, i want to blog daily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i promise that it crosses my mind daily...but with the choice to sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;at the computer or get in the floor and play with a little blonde beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;she wins everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;needless to say the holidays are among us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i love it. i love the craziness...the hustle and bustle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i love the constant christmas music and holiday snacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love cold weather - my theory is i can layer up&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;more than i can take off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;if i am hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i&amp;nbsp;love that the holidays give me even more reasons to hang out with family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every year i say i will do a better job of keeping up with family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and friends that i just tend to see at christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love going to the mailbox during the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or calling thomas once i know he is home to see if we got a new card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love to see the pictures that people have chose for their card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each year i have great plans for a wonderful card and time tends to always get away from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and before you know it i am mailing them out days before christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been blessed this year to get to know a co worker closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's an encouragement to me and on top of that very talented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i asked her about helping with our card and i am so excited with the way it turned it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully those will get printed tomorrow and in the mail by WED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i could write one really long post of all the details of the past few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or i could write one for each week...put in draft and hit post each morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or i could just post some of the shots that i have taken over the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;past few weeks to show our hoildays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;nothing fancy...not big parties...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;just alot of family - some traditions and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;just the way i like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV-pdgb2bI/AAAAAAAAA48/nN0g4pwu05I/s1600/DSC_8610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV-pdgb2bI/AAAAAAAAA48/nN0g4pwu05I/s320/DSC_8610.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;the santa above it one that we had while i was growing up at my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i love old things (no smart comments) i love things with a story and history behind them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;my style is not modern at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i will chose an antique over brand new anyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;when my mom was going through some christmas stuff a few years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i was quick to ask for some things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one thing that i wish we could find is an old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mrs clause...her skirt swings out to hold candy canes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(that is at least what we put in the skirt growing up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mrs clause must be at the north pole because she in no where to be found in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old hickory, tn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV76vY-RNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/eIWCRxN3VXs/s1600/DSC_8611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV76vY-RNI/AAAAAAAAA4k/eIWCRxN3VXs/s320/DSC_8611.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV7_WdI9cI/AAAAAAAAA4o/3IPpo8MwR7k/s1600/DSC_8613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV7_WdI9cI/AAAAAAAAA4o/3IPpo8MwR7k/s320/DSC_8613.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8CeeeSUI/AAAAAAAAA4s/vDRQqKjUaxU/s1600/DSC_8614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8CeeeSUI/AAAAAAAAA4s/vDRQqKjUaxU/s320/DSC_8614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8H48kFyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tgTUZdyC4-M/s1600/DSC_8619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8H48kFyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tgTUZdyC4-M/s320/DSC_8619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;nothing fancy about the ornaments above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;other than they are ones that i use to love digging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;around my mother's shirt box to pull out and decorate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;our family tree with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;i love that they have at least been &lt;br /&gt;displayed for the past 30 years...&lt;br /&gt;probably longer than that and i intend to pass along to kennedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8NkGbbdI/AAAAAAAAA40/sFJmwdIKZ-8/s1600/DSC_8623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8NkGbbdI/AAAAAAAAA40/sFJmwdIKZ-8/s320/DSC_8623.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8QcOIekI/AAAAAAAAA44/LTGE4nxLnBM/s1600/DSC_8626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sxDDi-zhIfU/TQV8QcOIekI/AAAAAAAAA44/LTGE4nxLnBM/s320/DSC_8626.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i was so excited about getting this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;snowman out for kennedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;again, when i was little how i would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sit and wind this little guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;up for hours listening to it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;play "frosty"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; b
