<?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-6112101010367310288</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:36:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Boys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-770902104675173798</id><published>2007-11-26T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T10:47:57.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am way behind on updating the blog, but I do have lots of pictures and things to come.  For now, some random thoughts on Thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;*We drove from Cincy to Memphis.  We were in the car for 11 minutes before we had to pull over and 17 minutes before someone asked when we were going to get there.  We stopped at two Barrels and Corkys.  We all needed Lipitor.&lt;br /&gt;*If you are traveling with kids, Embassy Suites rocks.  In the Memphis location, there were ducks (it's no Peabody) but the boys got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;*From the it's a small world department, we ran into the Calhouns at the hotel.  Barry went to college with them and then we stayed with them in Atlanta when we had our wedding shower there.  The last time we saw them was 13 years ago and they are just as fabulous now as they were then.&lt;br /&gt;*We had a great time with Barry's parents and some of my family.  It's so cool that I married someone from a town where I have some family.&lt;br /&gt;*I don't sleep particularly well with any members of my family right now.  Barry snores, Matty head butts and Joshie gropes.&lt;br /&gt;*I had a book light with me to read in the dark and a &lt;em&gt;headlamp&lt;/em&gt; with me to knit in the dark.  Barry did not find the headlamp sexy.  He kept asking if I wanted to go splunking.  Well, we were driving all the way through Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;*Just when you thought our diet couldn't get any worse, we ate at the Log Cabin (fried catfish) and McDonald's on the way home.  Keep the Lipitor comin'.&lt;br /&gt;*The boys slept 15 minutes in the car - the last 15 minutes of the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have lots to be grateful for - we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6112101010367310288-770902104675173798?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/770902104675173798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=770902104675173798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/770902104675173798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/770902104675173798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-7800282474553977</id><published>2007-11-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:31:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link does not work anymore, but I encourage you to check out The Last Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.randypausch.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a reminder about what is important, check out this video. It is time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/videochannel/videochannel_player.jhtml?video=1178&amp;amp;category=31"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/videochannel/videochannel_player.jhtml?video=1178&amp;amp;category=31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6112101010367310288-7800282474553977?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7800282474553977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=7800282474553977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/7800282474553977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/7800282474553977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/11/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake Up Call'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-3007243622047334255</id><published>2007-11-02T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T06:21:45.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Can It Be Knocking at My Door?</title><content type='html'>The Halloween pictures, but first, the Halloween story.  It's just not a celebration at our house unless someone is throwing up.  Halloween itself went fine.  Lots of adorable costumes, tons of kids and neighbors around and waaaay too much candy.  Everyone went to bed pretty early and we were all tired from all the candy acquiring. &lt;br /&gt;JJ has had a little bit of a sniffle, not even a cold, but the weather is changing and we are knee deep in fall around here.  About 11:40 he comes into our room and I pull him into bed.  He kind of dozed for a while, but would cough now and then, but really wasn't settled.  I made the mistake at 1:40 of trying to rearrange him and tuck him to see if that would help him settle.  This made him angry.  He started crying and then started coughing and then started gagging.  At 1:41 he threw up all over our bed.&lt;br /&gt;I started stripping the bed and it was fun because I love housework in the middle of the night.  (Not so much.)  I ended up in the guest room and went back to sleep.  Barry took JJ and they ended up in his room.  I would just like to add:  forget flowers and jewelry, your husband taking the puking child and you going back to sleep.  Hot, my friends, very hot.&lt;br /&gt;And now, the pictures:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6112101010367310288-3007243622047334255?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/3007243622047334255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=3007243622047334255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/3007243622047334255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/3007243622047334255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-can-it-be-knocking-at-my-door.html' title='Who Can It Be Knocking at My Door?'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-1749876391269679708</id><published>2007-11-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T06:51:50.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our sons seem to be into law enforcement.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RysqvbkRQ6I/AAAAAAAAABI/K1Y_w-PAfvI/s1600-h/tort2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128239595033543586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RysqvbkRQ6I/AAAAAAAAABI/K1Y_w-PAfvI/s320/tort2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's go!  We get free candy!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RysqwLkRQ7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uxcMwnTWwyo/s1600-h/tort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128239607918445490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RysqwLkRQ7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/uxcMwnTWwyo/s320/tort.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Howdy, Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/Rysqw7kRQ8I/AAAAAAAAABY/UbNAg6GvlS4/s1600-h/howdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128239620803347394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/Rysqw7kRQ8I/AAAAAAAAABY/UbNAg6GvlS4/s320/howdy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't mess with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RysqxbkRQ9I/AAAAAAAAABg/ZdE-rZT_it4/s1600-h/ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128239629393282002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RysqxbkRQ9I/AAAAAAAAABg/ZdE-rZT_it4/s320/ninja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6112101010367310288-1749876391269679708?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/1749876391269679708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=1749876391269679708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/1749876391269679708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/1749876391269679708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-pictures.html' title='Halloween Pictures'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RysqvbkRQ6I/AAAAAAAAABI/K1Y_w-PAfvI/s72-c/tort2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-5226900974913587935</id><published>2007-10-31T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:18:20.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Net</title><content type='html'>Like many families, during the 80s, our family television viewing included the Cosby show.  My dad and I loved Bill Cosby "Himself" and looked forward to his show.  I know that we didn't watch the series for it's entire duration but there were several years that it was required viewing.&lt;br /&gt;The was one episode where Sondra and Elvin had moved into an awful apartment.  When Cliff and Claire came to see it, he was just appalled and kept saying things like "I can get you out of here."  My dad and I were watching it and laughing and I remember turning to him and saying, "If I am ever living like that, come and get me out of there."&lt;br /&gt;That became a code for us.  Not often, but every once and a while, my dad would say, "Do you need me to come and get you out of there?"&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate am I to have had a father who would do his best to get me out of a bad situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6112101010367310288-5226900974913587935?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/5226900974913587935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=5226900974913587935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/5226900974913587935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/5226900974913587935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/10/safety-net.html' title='Safety Net'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-7228882768618742905</id><published>2007-10-30T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:02:35.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin' Those Campfire Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RyfE8LkRQzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwUgiPgXDzA/s1600-h/cowboy+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127283238960710450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RyfE8LkRQzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwUgiPgXDzA/s320/cowboy+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Halloween at Mother's Day Out.  There is a new sheriff in town.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RyfE-LkRQ0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/n8-16GLRpBI/s1600-h/outlaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127283273320448834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RyfE-LkRQ0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/n8-16GLRpBI/s320/outlaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RyfELrkRQyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EN150Bpz8g8/s1600-h/cowboy+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a little outlaw, he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6112101010367310288-7228882768618742905?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/7228882768618742905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=7228882768618742905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/7228882768618742905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/7228882768618742905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/10/singin-those-campfire-songs.html' title='Singin&apos; Those Campfire Songs'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_651CDgpD4sM/RyfE8LkRQzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wwUgiPgXDzA/s72-c/cowboy+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-4611796132175296532</id><published>2007-10-29T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:53:28.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>There have been many soundtracks in my life. Early on there was Grease, followed by Journey, REO Speedwagon, Madonna, Alabama, Bon Jovi, Chicago, Hootie and the Blowfish, some Christian music, lots of country music and always &lt;a href="http://amygrant.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;. But now the only thing that my children allow me to listen to in the car is &lt;a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/originalmovies/highschoolmusical2/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Go Wildcats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6112101010367310288-4611796132175296532?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/4611796132175296532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=4611796132175296532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/4611796132175296532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/4611796132175296532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/10/soundtrack.html' title='Soundtrack'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6112101010367310288.post-413870756219488884</id><published>2007-10-26T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:39:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starting Line</title><content type='html'>Check in to get regular updates on Big M and JJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6112101010367310288-413870756219488884?l=jennstwoboys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/feeds/413870756219488884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6112101010367310288&amp;postID=413870756219488884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/413870756219488884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6112101010367310288/posts/default/413870756219488884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennstwoboys.blogspot.com/2007/10/starting-line.html' title='The Starting Line'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18372122606587780923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
