<?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-5693336252860384975</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:19:18.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abundant Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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href="http://www.bluefishtv.com/Store/Downloadable_Video_Illustrations/2536/No-Lidders/f=s1&amp;amp;s=no%20lid"&gt;http://www.bluefishtv.com/Store/Downloadable_Video_Illustrations/2536/No-Lidders/f=s1&amp;amp;s=no%20lid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-7252239801377426856?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/7252239801377426856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=7252239801377426856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/7252239801377426856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I didn't get any junk mail.  Rather, I received my OK tax refund check and tickets to a Boston Red Sox game. YIPPEE!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's the little things in life that make me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-2623131057273646076?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/2623131057273646076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=2623131057273646076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2623131057273646076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2623131057273646076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/04/snail-mail.html' title='Snail Mail'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-1149664708963739028</id><published>2009-04-02T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:37:02.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Eyebrow Skillz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQs5D_-v9Zk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQs5D_-v9Zk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-1149664708963739028?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/1149664708963739028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=1149664708963739028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1149664708963739028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1149664708963739028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/04/serious-eyebrow-skillz.html' title='Serious Eyebrow Skillz..'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-5468027703060402396</id><published>2009-03-29T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:15:01.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLF-ing with the FAM-ily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Sccd5myc7xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S1Wigx2br2s/s1600-h/Disc+Golf+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316250760636067602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Sccd5myc7xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S1Wigx2br2s/s400/Disc+Golf+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momma, Hughy, Tony, and Daddio posing with their discs at hole 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccdTo06ujI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RCxz5TDpAQ4/s1600-h/Disc+Golf+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316250108348250674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccdTo06ujI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RCxz5TDpAQ4/s400/Disc+Golf+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such determination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Scccxfm7WWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NypxAlrI2rI/s1600-h/Disc+Golf+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316249521758099810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Scccxfm7WWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NypxAlrI2rI/s400/Disc+Golf+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccdCOoq_uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qjs9r_5SlLM/s1600-h/Disc+Golf+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316249809259790050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccdCOoq_uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qjs9r_5SlLM/s400/Disc+Golf+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(L) Even though he's in the stream, he's actually a FOLF superstar! (R) Look at that great form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccdqZbl7rI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vt-toDT9Prg/s1600-h/Disc+Golf+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316250499352489650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccdqZbl7rI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vt-toDT9Prg/s400/Disc+Golf+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group huddle - what a fun afternoon!&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/5693336252860384975-5468027703060402396?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/5468027703060402396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=5468027703060402396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5468027703060402396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5468027703060402396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/03/folf-ing-with-fam-ily.html' title='FOLF-ing with the FAM-ily'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Sccd5myc7xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S1Wigx2br2s/s72-c/Disc+Golf+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-7454651930036810124</id><published>2009-03-28T00:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:20:19.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Be Told</title><content type='html'>From the mouth of an 8-yr old boy: "Girls are just SO sensitive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming from the one boy in class that had several tears later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's the REAL truth, eh ladies?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-7454651930036810124?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/7454651930036810124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=7454651930036810124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/7454651930036810124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/7454651930036810124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/03/truth-be-told.html' title='Truth Be Told'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-6433770417905374162</id><published>2009-03-23T22:21:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:17:02.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Sheep</title><content type='html'>There is one in every family. You know, that one member that is just a bit off and different from all the others. The one that is darker than the rest. The odd one. That notorious black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, that person is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous ways in which I differ from the whole, but the most significant disparity can be witnessed in the social arena. All my family members thrive and excel in social settings. Conversation comes easy and they are all comical and enjoyable to talk with. I, on the other hand, am extremely socially inadequate and often create awkwardness. Small talk is my worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing I am the black sheep is one thing. Overcoming my black wool is a whole other ball game. But lucky for me, I have 8 other people to learn from! My first great teacher: Michelle. She is queen bee in the social realm and thus the person I am most different from. We’re like night and day. Salt and pepper. Plaid and stripes. See:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Schu4RHawVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wcGANLK8_cw/s1600-h/me_and_mic_(2)%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316621273057116498" style="WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Schu4RHawVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wcGANLK8_cw/s400/me_and_mic_(2)%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness aside, I have serious work to do, skillz to hone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trusty Google search supplied me with 50 unique conversation starters. I took these questions and practiced conversing with Michelle, aka my first great teacher. I also took down her answers so that I can study them. You just wait.. I’m going to be a small talking expert in NO time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite Dr. Seuss book?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh the Thinks You Can Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you could live in any home on a television series, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Home Improvement. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fan. Love to be his brother. Or family matters. I would never be the most annoying, but I would really stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the longest you've gone without sleep?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Worked for 17 hrs in a row….ended in a bike accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite Barry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Manilow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song?&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In The Stream (Duet with Reba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McEntire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) LOVE her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's your favorite Muppet?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the habit you're proudest of breaking?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not flushing the toilet (used to really scare me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite Web site?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mythbusters.com/"&gt;http://www.mythbusters.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite school supply?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trapper keepers. You could put EVERYTHING in those. Lots of good secret pockets for treats too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's your favorite TV attorney?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What was your most recent trip of more than 50 miles?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red Lodge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the best bargain you've ever found at a garage sale or thrift store?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roller shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where were you on September 11, 2001?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billings, MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite tree?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tree of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the most interesting biography you've read?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What do you order when you eat Chinese food?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oriental salad, I love nuts and fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the best costume you've ever worn?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coke can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your least favorite word?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you had to be named after one of the 50 states, which would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michigan (first four letters are the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's your favorite Care Bear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunshine Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Describe something that's happened to you for which you have no explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wet the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you could travel anywhere in Africa, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere civilized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What did you have for lunch yesterday?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pickles, salsa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where do you go for advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Webmd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither, HELLO I’m a linguist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;genuist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever been snorkeling? Scuba diving?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, swam with the scary dolphins in Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever been stung by a bee?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t think so (but I usually don’t feel pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the sickest you've ever been?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peanuts and heart burn puking 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite form of exercise?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathing hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite Cyndi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl’s just wanna have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What did you do for your 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spent it in Chicago with my birthday cousin twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;afaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of heights?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, bravery award 1984-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever taken dance lessons?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, Hip Hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite newspaper?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite Broadway musical?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the most memorable class you've ever taken?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bear safety certification class (most useful as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite knock-knock joke?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little old lady who, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t know you could yodel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite commercial?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those free credit report singing commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you could go to Disney World with any celebrity alive today, who would it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim Carey, we would giggle all day together and hopefully get married in magic kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do you prefer baths or showers?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Showers, why &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;would I&lt;/span&gt; want to lay in my own filth just to lose all my skin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lasticity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite breakfast food?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Who's your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; game show host?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob Barker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you could have a super power, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physical SP: flying. Mental SP: reading minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do you like guacamole?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course and I’m REALLY good at making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever been in a food fight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Name five songs to which you know all the lyrics. (Better yet, sing them.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a Barbie girl, pledge of allegiance, Lord George knew my father, Jesus loves me, Can you feel the love tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's your favorite infomercial?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any one with Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's the longest you've ever waited in line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giant Drop, 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's on the cover of your address book or day planner?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who owns those? I’m way to spontaneous to plan anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever taken a picture in one of those little booths?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple, just for you MML!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-6433770417905374162?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/6433770417905374162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=6433770417905374162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6433770417905374162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6433770417905374162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/03/black-sheep.html' title='The Black Sheep'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/Schu4RHawVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wcGANLK8_cw/s72-c/me_and_mic_(2)%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-1402339019655960506</id><published>2009-03-22T22:07:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:07:14.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post.. and I'm always amazed when I stop to realize how quickly time flies! I mean, can it be SPRING already?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely love Winter. Snow makes my heart flutter, and I love drinking a hot beverage while watching it fall peacefully from the sky. I also love it when my cheeks and nose turn red from the frigid air. And wearing leggings under my jeans. I just simply LOVE Winter. But as much as I love Winter, I am always happy and thankful when Spring comes. There is just something so refreshing about the change of seasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the zillions of FANTASTIC perks of living in Montana is that I can enjoy the coming of Spring while continuing to hold on to glorious Winter. All I have to do is take a drive up to the mountains. It is a dream come true! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in point: Last weekend I took a day trip to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Absaroka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beartooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wilderness with some friends to fulfill my life long desire to snowshoe. Meanwhile it was sunny and warm in Billings. Perfection! I just don't know how people live in other places. And furthermore, how in the world did I survive living in Oklahoma for SO long?! &lt;em&gt;Well, cause I had awesome friends, duh! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; from my INCREDIBLE snow-shoeing adventures.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccRlgUFDYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QUazxFY5YK8/s1600-h/wilderness+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316237221161143682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccRlgUFDYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QUazxFY5YK8/s400/wilderness+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316236268597058194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccQuDvGmpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/maKuY9Cv3yc/s400/Blanket+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(L) Entering the Wilderness. (R) Water, ice and snow all living together in harmony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccSCQe_7WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qb9CVEYWD10/s1600-h/wilderness+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316237715128184162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccSCQe_7WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qb9CVEYWD10/s400/wilderness+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccST2ceeoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8KL2VclMN-M/s1600-h/wilderness+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238017375926914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccST2ceeoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8KL2VclMN-M/s400/wilderness+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures just never quite do justice.. but check out that majesty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccSvyFsc7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/6uvC3x93LmI/s1600-h/wilderness+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316238497242969010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccSvyFsc7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/6uvC3x93LmI/s400/wilderness+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Utter bliss - we LOVE snow-shoeing! :) &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/5693336252860384975-1402339019655960506?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/1402339019655960506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=1402339019655960506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1402339019655960506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1402339019655960506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccRlgUFDYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QUazxFY5YK8/s72-c/wilderness+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-5745627686569702928</id><published>2009-02-19T22:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:07:19.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>I came across this thought in an article I read the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God isn't a priority in life.&lt;br /&gt;God IS life.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't more important than your family anymore than air is more important than your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't prioritize breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I breathe so that I live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-5745627686569702928?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/5745627686569702928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=5745627686569702928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5745627686569702928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5745627686569702928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-8416203930247076181</id><published>2009-02-16T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:37:18.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Things You Probably Don't Know (or Care) About ME!</title><content type='html'>This is from Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have finally decided to complete my list. And just like I add an extra pinch of sugar when I make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aid, I added an extra random fact to my list. Here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have two ears just like you do. The difference: my two ears don't match. My grandma used to tape down my "sticky-out" ear when I was a baby. And my junior high band teacher called me "Dumbo." Nevertheless, I have never been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; of them. Rather I am quite found of my mismatched ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Microsoft Excel was my very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EBay&lt;/span&gt; purchase. I absolutely LOVE making spreadsheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love winter so much and wish that it would snow every single day. I think it would be awesome to get around town via snow mobile. Or whip out the snow shoes for an afternoon stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am extremely picky about what kind of toothpaste I use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One time a complete stranger loaned me his truck for a couple of weeks. It was a fairly awkward situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can type really fast. I always had the most WPM in my keyboarding class in high school and I get compliments on my speed almost daily from various people I talk to on the phone at work. I think it might be my superpower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The longest I have gone without a shower is 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If there was one thing I could change about my appearance, it would be to elongate my neck. Long necks are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I don’t give courtesy laughs. (Go ahead, call me a humor snob.) I do, however, giggle when I’m nervous or feeling awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love grapefruit and green beans. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thaaaat&lt;/span&gt;… about covers it for healthy foods. I much prefer meats, breads and potatoes. And Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love getting text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Currently I am memorizing Romans 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. One time I came home for lunch to find a turtle outside my door. It was the cutest little baby turtle I had/have ever seen. I took him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PetSmart&lt;/span&gt; and found out that he was a Red Ear Slider. I proceeded to buy him $70 worth of luxuries – aquarium, heating lamp, basking rock, the works. And I gave him a beautiful name, Herman Daniel III. But when it came time to clean his tank, it was over. I set him free and got rid of his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am not an animal lover. Mostly because of the odors they produce and the messes they make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have an exceptional memory when it comes to names and birthdays. And I like it when people remember my name and birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I am a very shy and introverted person. And maybe a bit socially awkward. But Jesus loves me and that’s all that matters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I don’t believe for one second that there is such a thing as “falling out of love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I am adventurous and absolutely LOVE to travel. The next stamp in my passport will be obtained in Switzerland. And the main objective of my trip will be to yodel in the Swiss Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I love numbers. Their constancy puts me at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chapstick&lt;/span&gt; and lip gloss are essential items in my daily life.  And there was a time when I couldn't go to the store without buying a new flavor.  Thankfully, I have overcome my obsession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Camping is my all time favorite activity.  I love everything about it.  Well... except maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt;.  I tell ya, it's rough having such sweet blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I graduated over a year ago (for the second time) and have no intention of pursuing another degree in the near future.  This is the longest I have been out of school and I'm afraid that I'm slowly digressing in my intelligence.  So, I've decided to keep my mind sharp by teaching myself to play the piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Reality TV is my vice.  I just can't get enough of shows like The Bachelor and America's Next Top Model.  Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am a bit of a perfectionist but FAR from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I can relate to Lucy Eleanor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Moderatz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I am neither a night owl nor a morning glory.  I am at my best in the late-morning and early afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-8416203930247076181?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/8416203930247076181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=8416203930247076181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8416203930247076181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8416203930247076181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/02/26-things-you-probably-dont-know-or.html' title='26 Things You Probably Don&apos;t Know (or Care) About ME!'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-5972907562404055501</id><published>2009-01-21T23:12:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:01:22.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowzilla</title><content type='html'>Absoltuely. Love. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccW788mMfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HdAZa7txexg/s1600-h/snowzilla_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316243104362541554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccW788mMfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HdAZa7txexg/s400/snowzilla_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;&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;The. End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-5972907562404055501?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/5972907562404055501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=5972907562404055501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5972907562404055501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5972907562404055501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowzilla.html' title='Snowzilla'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccW788mMfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HdAZa7txexg/s72-c/snowzilla_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-7941471648712222989</id><published>2009-01-18T14:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:06:35.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Obsession</title><content type='html'>Soooooo......I pretty much have an unhealthy obsession with &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt;. For the past three weeks I have done nothing (aside from eat, work, exercise and sleep) but watch seasons 1-4 in their entirety. That's 64 episodes, 26 hours, 34 minutes and approximately 1.3 million laughs.  But, who's counting?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccYjjIWB0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eEWt3VLk6no/s1600-h/the-office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316244884138886978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccYjjIWB0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eEWt3VLk6no/s400/the-office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-7941471648712222989?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/7941471648712222989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=7941471648712222989' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/7941471648712222989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/7941471648712222989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/01/office-obsession.html' title='Office Obsession'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SccYjjIWB0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eEWt3VLk6no/s72-c/the-office.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-205262405937443979</id><published>2009-01-13T23:22:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:51:19.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SW2JJmrx94I/AAAAAAAAAIg/snbxIeoq5Nw/s1600-h/lemonadeaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291035935326205826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SW2JJmrx94I/AAAAAAAAAIg/snbxIeoq5Nw/s400/lemonadeaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing that warms a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogger's&lt;/span&gt; heart more than knowing that his/her blog is a worthy read. Today I received not one but two compliments! First, a good friend from college told me that I was a good blogger and that I have encouraging thoughts. And second, &lt;a href="http://ryanandkatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;, a friend and fellow blogger, was thoughtful enough to give me my very first blog award! My little blog heart is boiling! :) This is just the encouragement I needed to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And now it is my turn to recognize the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; I appreciate and look up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pancakesandtea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblockletters.blogspot.com/"&gt;BLOCKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carsonandashleydemille.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amysroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hijamiekay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://konichiwakatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jecornell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kassilynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kassi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rules that accompany this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FANtastic&lt;/span&gt; award are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank the person who was so thoughtful for giving you this award by linking their blog to this post. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the logo on your blog or post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nominate 10 blogs which show great attitude/gratitude. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Link your nominees to your post. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comment them to tell them about the award they've won. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-205262405937443979?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/205262405937443979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=205262405937443979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/205262405937443979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/205262405937443979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogger-bliss.html' title='Blogger Bliss'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SW2JJmrx94I/AAAAAAAAAIg/snbxIeoq5Nw/s72-c/lemonadeaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-5598854434086720824</id><published>2008-12-16T23:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:50:10.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUiggZ9VFsI/AAAAAAAAAII/g0HH_ZxKcZQ/s1600-h/dear+god+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280647041676285634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUiggZ9VFsI/AAAAAAAAAII/g0HH_ZxKcZQ/s320/dear+god+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUigdCQtgRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eN9lRUjPIhs/s1600-h/dear+god+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280646983775518994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUigdCQtgRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eN9lRUjPIhs/s320/dear+god+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUigZzolObI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tc5NKxyxRbs/s1600-h/dear+god+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280646928309500338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUigZzolObI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tc5NKxyxRbs/s320/dear+god+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jonathan's affirmation: "You did the right thing." Too cute! I have a few more of these letters, but I'm saving them for another post. So, check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-5598854434086720824?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/5598854434086720824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=5598854434086720824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5598854434086720824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5598854434086720824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-jonathans-affirmation-you-did.html' title='Dear God'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUiggZ9VFsI/AAAAAAAAAII/g0HH_ZxKcZQ/s72-c/dear+god+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-6085788930854039945</id><published>2008-12-15T21:15:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:53:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUcuOR_IcTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TH07BpvhBmE/s1600-h/currently.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUcu-HgTiQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z2eQ14l7iBo/s1600-h/currently.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280240732816509186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 52px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUcu-HgTiQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z2eQ14l7iBo/s320/currently.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-13 °F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-27 °F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work this evening, I experienced something very strange. I was breathing in through my nose (not the strange part), and each time the moisture would freeze causing my nostrils to stick. It was such a weird feeling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it really is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUctBHcoS5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/x0zHYADZqHU/s1600-h/29.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once heard that people from the north have an extra layer of fat (insulation if you will) that is necessary in order to survive the frigid winter weather. Growing up in Montana I don’t remember ever thinking it was that cold. It was what I was accustomed to and I was fully equipped with my fatty insulation. Unfortunately, I no longer have that insulation. I’m pretty sure I sweated it off that first summer I spent in Oklahoma. And now that I have moved back to the Great North, my body is once again acclimating. And let me tell you, it’s rough. I am FREEZING all the time. Hence, the items on my Christmas list this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does look like it is going to warm up as the week goes on. The high temperatures are above zero, and that is, well… positive news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-6085788930854039945?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/6085788930854039945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=6085788930854039945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6085788930854039945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6085788930854039945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SUcu-HgTiQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z2eQ14l7iBo/s72-c/currently.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-985918330741617782</id><published>2008-12-12T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:27:12.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YOU! But since I can’t have you, I will settle with the following (more realistic) wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Long-Johns (matching shirt and pant set)&lt;br /&gt;2. Running Tights&lt;br /&gt;3. Leggings&lt;br /&gt;4. Cuddl Duds&lt;br /&gt;5. Warm Socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ha! So PUNNY, I know. I just crack myself up! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-985918330741617782?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/985918330741617782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=985918330741617782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/985918330741617782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/985918330741617782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-682882168518637426</id><published>2008-12-11T11:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:12:01.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The REASON for the SEASON</title><content type='html'>is JESUS! Thank you for the gift of AMAZING GRACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5dfe286af51a3ae" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5dfe286af51a3ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330371332%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39A34E33572477FE2A201E73532A227E70546DFC.6C381E9C45DEA682BBEE5607E0AEA278DA08EE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5dfe286af51a3ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIIrL5Ot6JQjKJkPgoJVQAZjo9F4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5dfe286af51a3ae%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330371332%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39A34E33572477FE2A201E73532A227E70546DFC.6C381E9C45DEA682BBEE5607E0AEA278DA08EE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5dfe286af51a3ae%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIIrL5Ot6JQjKJkPgoJVQAZjo9F4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-682882168518637426?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b5dfe286af51a3ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/682882168518637426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=682882168518637426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/682882168518637426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/682882168518637426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/reason-for-season.html' title='The REASON for the SEASON'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-2595025094007576821</id><published>2008-12-10T19:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:56:01.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinforcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You’ve gotta get your name out there&lt;br /&gt;If you ever wanna be “Miss Lair”&lt;br /&gt;The advise of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Who recommends&lt;br /&gt;Not to solely rely on prayer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. I recently had a converstaion with a friend who teaches in the local school district. He informed me that it took him 4 years of subtitute teaching before he got a job. It's all about who you know. So needless to say, I left our conversation feeling very anxious and uneasy. I want so badly to be a teacher, but I refuse to indulge in the politics of the education system. So, I guess I’m doomed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I didn’t fret for too long. I quickly remembered that God is in control, he has a perfect plan, and will provide me with an opportunity to teach when the time is right. And while I really REALLY hope the opportunity will be provided sooner than later, I need to trust that his timing is perfect. Which is a whole heck of a lot easier said than done, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the reinforcement came in full force...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I received an email from the teacher I student taught with a year ago. She writes, “I hope the teaching situation works out for you. I believe God has something very special for you. &lt;strong&gt;Waiting is hard, but God’s blessing are worth the wait&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Bible Gateway daily verse: “An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up.” Proverbs 12:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conincidence? I think not! God is aware of my fickle nature and my continued struggle to trust him completely. And he provided me with immediate reinforcement that I so desperately needed. GOD IS GOOD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I'm not a poet and trust me, I know it. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-2595025094007576821?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/2595025094007576821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=2595025094007576821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2595025094007576821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2595025094007576821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/reinforcement.html' title='Reinforcement'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-586376737334557987</id><published>2008-12-09T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:23:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Eyes of a Ranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The unsuspected stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had better know the truth of wrong from right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz the eyes of a ranger are upon you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any wrong you do he’s gonna see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you’re in Texas look behind you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz that’s where the ranger’s gonna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/ST32OzIJzII/AAAAAAAAAF4/1ZtGSSmN3ug/s1600-h/chuck20norriswk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277645072451095682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/ST32OzIJzII/AAAAAAAAAF4/1ZtGSSmN3ug/s320/chuck20norriswk7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I grew up watching Walker, Texas Ranger. Walker, Trivette, and Alex Cahill were all included in my weekend entertainment. I looked forward to watching them kick butt and fight crime each week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So naturally I have a fondness for Chuck Norris. But even so, I don’t fully understand the recent obsession with him. I mean, you Google him name and a bazillion sites come up. It’s absolutely INSANE! Who knew a roundhouse kick to the face could bring such fame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best site you’ll find out there is the &lt;a href="http://www.nochucknorris.com/"&gt;Chuck Norris – Google Search&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out. It’s pretty stinkin’ hilarious! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-586376737334557987?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/586376737334557987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=586376737334557987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/586376737334557987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/586376737334557987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-eyes-of-ranger.html' title='In the Eyes of a Ranger'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/ST32OzIJzII/AAAAAAAAAF4/1ZtGSSmN3ug/s72-c/chuck20norriswk7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-3190650048877536424</id><published>2008-12-08T20:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:03:48.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Needs...</title><content type='html'>...a smack daddy (is this the same thing as a sugar daddy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to play by 'the rules' (whatev, I ALWAYS play by the rules.  It's a proven oldest trait.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to give birth in the next week (to WHAT exactly?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a mortician (YIKES!  Hopefully not anytime soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a shave (that's what Super Shave Shower Saturdays are for!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Facebook (indeed.  It's how I keep in contact with my friends who all live so FAR away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a cane (come on, I'm not THAT old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to loose some weight (i'm working on it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...your support (yes please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun post idea &lt;a href="http://www.ryanandkatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Strawberry Ruckus&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-3190650048877536424?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/3190650048877536424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=3190650048877536424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3190650048877536424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3190650048877536424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/jennifer-needs.html' title='Jennifer Needs...'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-1020700736252068939</id><published>2008-12-07T00:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:15:51.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Such Thing as a Stupid Question</title><content type='html'>I have been told all my life that there is no such thing as a stupid question. And I fully intend to relay this principle to my students someday when I am a real life teacher, (which, FYI, is totally going to happen), because asking questions is an essential part of the learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I also think there becomes a point when a question becomes stupid. I know this may seem contradictory, but really it is not. Let me illustrate with the following scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow Team Member (TM) calls me up to ask me a question. The question: what does the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;:0” mean on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SVT&lt;/span&gt;? (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SVT&lt;/span&gt; is a system this particular TM uses daily). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SVT&lt;/span&gt; is the one system I do not have access to and therefore I have no clue. So, I escalate the question. My superior also is clueless as to what “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;:0” means and suggests that the TM call our technology department for an explanation. I go back to the TM, who is waiting ever so impatiently on hold, and advise her to call technology. She then proceeds to inform me that she has already spoken with technology. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t give her an answer and referred her to my department. She then gets pushy and asks (demands) if I could find an answer and get back to her. Uh…okay. I put her back on hold so that I can escalate the question for the second time (because I don’t’ have anything better to do). I explain the situation to a different superior who explains that opening a ticket to research the meaning of “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;:0” would be a waste of everyone’s time, especially since the desired information is not crucial to know, nor does it impact the work process. So, I go back to the TM and inform her that unfortunately I am not going to be able to open a ticket. She then gets RUDE. She hotly tells me that she finds it funny that no one can tell her what “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;:0” means and then proceeds to call me worthless. My response: YOU ARE THE WORTHLESS ONE WITH THE WORTHLESS QUESTION. WHY DON’T YOU STOP WASTING EVERYONE’S TIME AND GET BACK TO WORK YOU ARROGANT TEXAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t actually respond with such hostility. But boy did I want to. Thank you Holy Spirit for that extra dose of self-control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I don't believe the TM asked a stupid question. It was perfectly fine for her to be curious. But her insistence in finding the answer to a question that really had no significance to the performance of her job, AND the way she treated me when I could not give her an answer was flat out STUPID. I mean seriously, get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-1020700736252068939?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/1020700736252068939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=1020700736252068939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1020700736252068939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1020700736252068939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-such-thing-as-stupid-question.html' title='No Such Thing as a Stupid Question'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-7580357040113419549</id><published>2008-12-04T13:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:45:39.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.ryanandkatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nog&lt;/span&gt; or Hot Chocolate? I'll have to go with the Hot Chocolate on this one...with a candy cane please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? He always wraps his gifts in Santa paper, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? I LOVE all colors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe? I've never hung mistletoe, but there is always some at my parent's house. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt; experts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up? As SOON as possible! Which is usually the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)? Uh...I'll go with the mashed potatoes and rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite holiday memory as a child: A consistent favorite memory is waking up early and looking at all the treasures Santa left in my stocking! A specific favorite would be the year my sister woke me up at 1 a.m. to let me know we got a Sega. It turned out to be a Nintendo. Silly Sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? I recognized the handwriting on the tags. It looked strangely the same as my dad's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? We always open one gift on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? Lights, ornaments, bows, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tinsel&lt;/span&gt;...the WORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? Absolutely LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate? I'm no pro, but I sure do love going round and round the rink, especially when the rink is outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift? I look forward to my matching sister sweater every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the most important thing about the Holidays for you? Spending time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert? My mom's homemade caramels and candy cane cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? Christmas Eve shopping and lunch with my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What tops your tree? An angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving? Giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas Song? It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy Canes​!​ Yuck or Yum? YUM! But only the peppermint kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you want for Christmas? Long Johns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you attend an annual Christmas Party? Not a particular annual party, but I usually attend at least one White Elephant Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you dress up on Christmas or wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;? Pajamas always and forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you own a Santa hat? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who do you normally spend Christmas with? My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Now, I am to tag some others who will answer the questions and pass the tag along !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pancakesandtea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kassilynn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kassi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amysroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblockletters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leslie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-7580357040113419549?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/7580357040113419549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=7580357040113419549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/7580357040113419549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/7580357040113419549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-questionnaire.html' title='Xmas Questionnaire'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-6312195586341956269</id><published>2008-11-26T23:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:28:37.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Twenty-Six Years of Life</title><content type='html'>Twenty-six cool /unique things that I have experienced thus far in life that I hope to share with my grandchildren someday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was born in Chicago, grew up in Montana, and went to college in Oklahoma!&lt;br /&gt;2. My dad cut my hair until I was in high school. I often had sideburns and/or a mullet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wore saddle shoes in elementary school. The pink ones were my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was selected to represent my school in a district-wide honor choir from 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I was also a member of two different church singing groups: “Sunbeams” and “Ring it Out.” Funny thing is, I don’t sing well at all.&lt;br /&gt;5. Summer before 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade I flew to Chicago by myself to visit my grandparents. While staying with one of my grandparents, I got very scared (they live in a bad part of town and I heard yelling and what I thought was gunshots) and so I wrote out my will just in case I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t make it home alive. If I remember correctly, I chose Michelle to inherit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boombox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can play the clarinet. I cannot, however, tune my clarinet without an electronic tuner. I was always first chair which meant I tuned my instrument with the electronic tuner and then the rest of the band tuned their instruments to my C. Thus, I never trained my ear.&lt;br /&gt;7. I won the geography bee in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. The winning question: What is the longest country? Chile, duh!&lt;br /&gt;8. I played on the school volleyball team 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; – 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I was the setter.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am the oldest of seven children. My youngest brother was born when I was a freshman in high school.&lt;br /&gt;10. I pole-vaulted in high school. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t very good, but it was an exhilarating experience!&lt;br /&gt;11. In 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade I went on a music trip to Seattle. We saw the Seattle Symphony, went on a dinner cruise, saw Phantom of the Opera, and shopped downtown.&lt;br /&gt;12. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been to Disney World. Typhoon Lagoon was my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;13. I worked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fuddruckers&lt;/span&gt; my senior year of high school and NEVER got sick of the food.&lt;br /&gt;14. I was a queen candidate for the Sweetheart dance and thus had to parade around the gym at an assembly. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t win.&lt;br /&gt;15. I received my diploma 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; out of 411 students.&lt;br /&gt;16. I attended Oklahoma Christian University from 2001-2005 and then 2006-2007…five years total. I earned two bachelor’s degrees.&lt;br /&gt;17. I ate sushi for the first time in Japan. It was disgusting. The cook (chef?) watched me gag and then proceeded to fry me up some chicken. I was embarassed. &lt;br /&gt;18. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; jumped out of a plane. Solo. It was A+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mazing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;19. I received Presidential honors the first two semesters I was in college. It was my very first time to earn straight A’s. Thank you Montana for preparing me so well for college!  Note: the classes did become much more challenging as the years went on, but I still managed to graduated with honors.&lt;br /&gt;20. I hung out in the land down under for four weeks one summer.&lt;br /&gt;21. I fell in love my senior year of college. I learned how to love someone unconditionally as well as how to mend a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;22. I was a bridesmaid in three different weddings in less than a year’s time.&lt;br /&gt;23. I played indoor soccer at Hat Trick for 2 ½ years.&lt;br /&gt;24. After I graduated from college, I moved 5 times in one year's time. The last move I made was into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Appleway&lt;/span&gt; house. I lived there almost two years (forever long!), with FIVE other girls no less (not recommended).&lt;br /&gt;25. I saw the Broadway show “Wicked.”&lt;br /&gt;26. I got a pedicure at V-Nails every month for 8 months straight with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;.  Say that 5 times fast.&lt;br /&gt;27. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been to Alaska. It is breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;28. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; backpacked a section of the Appalachian Trail. (Ask me what my trail name is.) 8 days without chocolate and 14 days without a shower!&lt;br /&gt;29. I visited the great state of Michigan and had a FANTASTIC tour guide who took me to all the must-see attractions – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Herron&lt;/span&gt; Household, Sand Dunes, Mackinac Island, Cedar Point, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lavonia DQ&lt;/span&gt;, Tigers game.&lt;br /&gt;30. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been whitewater rafting on the Yellowstone River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I realize there are more than 26 cool/unique things listed. But, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t narrow it down. I guess you could say that I’m beyond my years in the cool/unique factor! Or that's what I like to tell myself anyway. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-6312195586341956269?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/6312195586341956269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=6312195586341956269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6312195586341956269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6312195586341956269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrating-twenty-six-years-of-life.html' title='Celebrating Twenty-Six Years of Life'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-3222426594410109616</id><published>2008-11-24T23:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:57:36.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cauterization</title><content type='html'>I get nosebleeds. I get nosebleeds a LOT, especially in the winter. I mean, I’m talking at LEAST once a day. And it is always in the left nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure when exactly the blood vessel was damaged. I’m thinking it might date back to 1985-86, when I was 3-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. It was a stormy night. I remember being on my parents’ bed with a box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alaphabets&lt;/span&gt;. My mom was in the bathroom doctoring up a wound my sister had just received. And maybe I was happy to have a bit of freedom from mom, or it is quite possible that I was trying to provide some comic relief (storms are scary, sister was bleeding, etc..). I don’t really know, but whatever the reason, I stuck two of the “bets” up my nose. And I stuck them up far, which naturally caused my nose to bleed profusely. And my nose hasn't been the same since. (Well, if this is indeed when the damage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been living with this condition for quite some time. And I was happy to “deal,” until recently. The nosebleeds have just become a lot more frequent and inconvenient. I mean, I get them when I’m up in front of a class teaching, when I’m riding my bicycle home from work, when I’m running on the treadmill, when the heat kicks on, when I wash my face, when I’m nervous, and the list goes on and on! So, I finally had enough! And I made an appointment with an Ear, Nose and Throat specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was the BIG day. Yep, that’s right, today was the big nose procedure day. And let me tell you, I was not looking forward to it. My dad got his nose cauterized many moons ago and, of course, gave me all the gory details. He said the numbing of the nose was the worst part. And he also mentioned having to wear a metal bracelet to “ground” him so he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t get electrocuted. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the technique has changed quite a bit over the years. I did not have to wear a metal bracelet and there was no deadening of the nerves via a 6-inch needle. Rather, the doctor used a long wooden stick that looked like a match. Basically, the blood vessel was burned with chemicals as opposed to a blow torch or electric shock. It was still a very uncomfortable procedure and I certainly hope I never have to do it again. But my nose should be as good as new in 3-4 weeks! Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and I guess I should also mention that I got a bit lightheaded while he was packing my nose. It was a little embarrassing but he assured me it is normal. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-3222426594410109616?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/3222426594410109616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=3222426594410109616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3222426594410109616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3222426594410109616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/11/cauterization.html' title='Cauterization'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-979697161984407833</id><published>2008-11-17T22:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:03:49.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can See Clearly Now the Rain is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SSJZu6anbDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jrCjYlij3L4/s1600-h/213364~Eye-Chart-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269873176466648114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SSJZu6anbDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jrCjYlij3L4/s200/213364~Eye-Chart-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are blind as a bat when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your optometrist tells you that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t order a certain brand of contacts because they don’t make them in &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your optometrist tells you that he is happy with your new prescription, and reminds you that with your old prescription the farthest down you could read down on the chart was line 4. (Sadly, I'm not joking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be able to see again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-979697161984407833?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/979697161984407833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=979697161984407833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/979697161984407833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/979697161984407833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-see-clearly-now-rain-is-gone.html' title='I Can See Clearly Now the Rain is Gone'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SSJZu6anbDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jrCjYlij3L4/s72-c/213364~Eye-Chart-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-243165331550519076</id><published>2008-11-12T21:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:18:18.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appointment Abuse</title><content type='html'>November 6 - Eye Appointment with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Felstet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 13 - Hair Appointment&lt;br /&gt;November 17 - Eye Appointment (follow-up) with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Felstet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 23 - Pedicure Appointment&lt;br /&gt;November 24 - Nose Appointment with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pelczar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 25 - Dentist Appointment with Dr. Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the abuse: I am a "real" person again. This basically means that I have a full time job with health benefits, two luxuries I haven't enjoyed for quite some time now. And the body is especially thankful for the MUCH needed tune up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-243165331550519076?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/243165331550519076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=243165331550519076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/243165331550519076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/243165331550519076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/11/appointment-abuse.html' title='Appointment Abuse'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-181974225502644876</id><published>2008-11-01T22:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:11:55.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQ0neJfadSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8pgbFp9WIgo/s1600-h/Halloween+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906938363213090" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQ0neJfadSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8pgbFp9WIgo/s320/Halloween+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQ0m6FbEY5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/N4GHC9RNDjI/s1600-h/Halloween+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906318795957138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQ0m6FbEY5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/N4GHC9RNDjI/s320/Halloween+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQ0oCkjmi1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mZSy2qDzujk/s1600-h/Halloween+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263907564103830354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQ0oCkjmi1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/mZSy2qDzujk/s320/Halloween+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-181974225502644876?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/181974225502644876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=181974225502644876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/181974225502644876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/181974225502644876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/11/seeing-double.html' title='Seeing Double'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQ0neJfadSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8pgbFp9WIgo/s72-c/Halloween+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-9049033709196366832</id><published>2008-10-30T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:20:40.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Wrinkle</title><content type='html'>I have seen “ROFL” on several FB walls over the past several months and I have always been curious of its meaning. Today I looked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL = Rolling on Floor Laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I wonder no more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-9049033709196366832?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/9049033709196366832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=9049033709196366832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/9049033709196366832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/9049033709196366832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-wrinkle.html' title='A New Wrinkle'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-2091574844218675758</id><published>2008-10-29T22:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:14:30.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Five Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQlA0i3_X5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0ZQpYo_MUYA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262808911018155922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQlA0i3_X5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0ZQpYo_MUYA/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQlAjLpOz2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/vqBpf14fZNY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sight: Almost legally blind, D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing: Will need hearing aids someday, D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touch: Normal capacity, C&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQk_9A-6CFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/NeixWnmjCFE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taste: Normal capacity, C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smell: Nose like a canine, A++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think sight would be the absolute worst sense to lose. And if I had to choose one sense to live without, I would choose to lose the sense of smell. Sure, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the smell of rain, homemade bread and cookies baking, but that would be a lot easier to live without than not being able see!  Or taste! (Although…I sure would be a whole LOT healthier if I couldn’t taste.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of COURSE, which sense do I excel in? The sense of SMELL! Figures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days that I wished I was a victim of smelling loss. I’m not sure it is the time of year for fertilization, but it definitely smelled like manure at work. And it didn’t have a subtle or brief presence. Rather, it was potent and managed to linger in the air for quite some time - I’m thinking at least an hour. And the strangest thing about it all, NO one else seemed bothered. There was no mention of the awful smell. And I didn’t want to be the weird new girl who talks about poop. &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/5693336252860384975-2091574844218675758?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/2091574844218675758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=2091574844218675758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2091574844218675758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2091574844218675758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-five-senses.html' title='My Five Senses'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQlA0i3_X5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/0ZQpYo_MUYA/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-5281016908376654031</id><published>2008-10-28T22:27:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:47:22.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQfqUZqEFSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B3NmwJjYTyo/s1600-h/cheetos-cheddar-jalapeno.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262432325811311906" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQfqUZqEFSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B3NmwJjYTyo/s320/cheetos-cheddar-jalapeno.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it. I have a weakness for Crunchy Cheddar Jalapeno Cheetos. And this rare and delicious snack just so happens to be one of the choices in the vending machine this week; which, if you remember from a previous post, is another one of my weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the picture with the Nutrition Facts as a reminder that I need to fight my addiction and start eating healthy. Somehow I don't think this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strategy&lt;/span&gt; is going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my new strategy is to work out like crazy so I can eat all the Cheetos I want. I have appointments with two different gyms on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-5281016908376654031?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/5281016908376654031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=5281016908376654031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5281016908376654031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5281016908376654031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/weakness.html' title='Weakness'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SQfqUZqEFSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B3NmwJjYTyo/s72-c/cheetos-cheddar-jalapeno.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-3362816116950117193</id><published>2008-10-22T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:38:22.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week in Review</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I last blogged, and there are several explanations as to why. First of all, I am still trying to recover from the hurt feelings I experienced when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; informed me that my blog is malicious (okay, not really). And second, Sister-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; told me that I write about weird topics which completely shattered my inspiration to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it might be true that I write about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obscure&lt;/span&gt; topics hoping to make it sound like I lead this super exciting life. But, the truth is, the life I lead is quite normal, boring, and for the most part uneventful. That's not to say that exciting things NEVER happen. But rather that most are not significant enough to justify an entire blog entry. So instead of multiple "insignificant" posts throughout this past week, I have compiled all the "insignificant things" that happened into one entry, and have accepted that my life, is what it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - I rode my bike to work, made a really sweet PowerPoint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt;, and went to bed STARVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - I passed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DDA&lt;/span&gt; skills assessment test, cleaned my room, and talked about boys into the wee hours of the night with my best childhood friend...just like the good ole' days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - I asked God for help with a particular struggle, I found an earring in my Bible that I thought I lost months ago, I wondered if God listened to my prayer, and I ice-skated for two hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - I woke up sore, heard some extremely sad and shocking news, and was TOTALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out with a certain individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - I bought a Chicago Bears hat, ate WAY too much candy, and had a sleepover with Sister-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - I completed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AECR&lt;/span&gt; training, ate Mexican food, and bought a Jade plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I admire those of you who continuously have exciting things to blog about! But does anyone else struggle like I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-3362816116950117193?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/3362816116950117193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=3362816116950117193' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3362816116950117193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3362816116950117193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-in-review.html' title='The Week in Review'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-8709708034747108481</id><published>2008-10-15T22:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:12:24.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, what?!</title><content type='html'>I am somewhat a creature of habit. For example, everyday when I get home from work I get on my computer and go through my list of favorite sites in the same exact order: Gmail, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Blogger, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HOWEVER. Today there was a slight glitch in my routine. And this, my friends, is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmail – as usual, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t spend much time here. I only had a few messages of the business nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – as usual, I spent the majority of my time deleting chain letter requests, presidential campaign propaganda, and promises to enlarge body parts that I do not and will not ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; – as usual, I denied various requests and notifications. I gained a new friend and read a new message. I finished up by writing on a few walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger – now HERE is where it gets interesting. I always head over to blogger from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because the link is accessible from my profile. It is a very efficient way of getting through my list. I clicked on the link and this is the message that popped up on screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following website has been identified as malicious:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The link you have clicked has been identified by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a malicious web site. For the safety and privacy of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; account, we strongly suggest you avoid visiting this address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not making this up or embellishing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;verbiage&lt;/span&gt;. What in the world is going on? Did someone report my website as malicious to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? I’m so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-8709708034747108481?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/8709708034747108481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=8709708034747108481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8709708034747108481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8709708034747108481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/wait-what.html' title='Wait, what?!'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-1123112858653928999</id><published>2008-10-11T23:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:23:48.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Snowman,</title><content type='html'>Bring me a dream (please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (pretty please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SPGIqH_9vQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oR4PSB20OcQ/s1600-h/First+snow!+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256132497401298178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SPGIqH_9vQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oR4PSB20OcQ/s320/First+snow!+009.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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and snowflakes,&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/5693336252860384975-1123112858653928999?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/1123112858653928999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=1123112858653928999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1123112858653928999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1123112858653928999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/mr-snowman.html' title='Mr. Snowman,'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SPGIqH_9vQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oR4PSB20OcQ/s72-c/First+snow!+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-6698984067471810228</id><published>2008-10-09T22:55:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:48:50.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Thunder Rolls</title><content type='html'>Last night I took Adam and Kyle to an NBA game. Yes, you read right. An NBA game. I'm really AM that awesome of a big sister. Each year US Bank sponsors a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minnesota Timberwolves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-season game in Billings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7kegkJ3tI/AAAAAAAAADM/ERlNLXth-Aw/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Retreat+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255389027976732370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7kegkJ3tI/AAAAAAAAADM/ERlNLXth-Aw/s200/Labor+Day+Retreat+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and this year they just happened to be playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; Thunder. I, of course, HAD to go and get my Oklahoma fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7jzXyjTYI/AAAAAAAAADE/93ZW9vTC1sQ/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Retreat+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255388286886825346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7jzXyjTYI/AAAAAAAAADE/93ZW9vTC1sQ/s200/Labor+Day+Retreat+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an outstanding time... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7lKbCAPJI/AAAAAAAAADU/sdSYdJwM_jM/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Retreat+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7heMUzArI/AAAAAAAAACs/evBYqmCOb-Y/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Retreat+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255385724008727218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7heMUzArI/AAAAAAAAACs/evBYqmCOb-Y/s200/Labor+Day+Retreat+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7lKbCAPJI/AAAAAAAAADU/sdSYdJwM_jM/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Retreat+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7lKbCAPJI/AAAAAAAAADU/sdSYdJwM_jM/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Retreat+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7lKbCAPJI/AAAAAAAAADU/sdSYdJwM_jM/s1600-h/Labor+Day+Retreat+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255389782405561490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7lKbCAPJI/AAAAAAAAADU/sdSYdJwM_jM/s200/Labor+Day+Retreat+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...even IF our seats may (or many not) have been in the nosebleed section! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the most enjoyable parts of the evening include: (1) Spending quality time with my brothers. (2) Seeing how truly HUGE basketball players are. I mean, I knew they were tall, but seeing them in the flesh is quite impressive! (3) And last but not least, being entertained by Crunch. Not only is he adorably fuzzy and hi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;larious&lt;/span&gt;, he has some MAD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skillz&lt;/span&gt; as well. See for yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e25982e9f14c5696" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De25982e9f14c5696%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330371332%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37DE2C35329599E09FC5DEFBAE76C59A2A70623.24C05801103F1B6A0B66A65E6F0FC1B99AE4E974%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De25982e9f14c5696%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtS1W8HCvzIeHu_NDdiaoZIyebnM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De25982e9f14c5696%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330371332%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37DE2C35329599E09FC5DEFBAE76C59A2A70623.24C05801103F1B6A0B66A65E6F0FC1B99AE4E974%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De25982e9f14c5696%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtS1W8HCvzIeHu_NDdiaoZIyebnM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-6698984067471810228?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e25982e9f14c5696&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/6698984067471810228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=6698984067471810228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6698984067471810228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6698984067471810228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-thunder-rolls.html' title='And the Thunder Rolls'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SO7kegkJ3tI/AAAAAAAAADM/ERlNLXth-Aw/s72-c/Labor+Day+Retreat+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-1999196928512523160</id><published>2008-10-07T20:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:54:57.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Funny</title><content type='html'>Co-worker: Okay sir, I went ahead and filed that fraud claim. I have a reference number for you when you are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banker: Thank you! I’m ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-worker: The reference number is M as in Marshmallow, N as in Neptune, E as in Eye, 62392814.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E as in Eye?!!&lt;/span&gt; Ha! Now that’s funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-1999196928512523160?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/1999196928512523160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=1999196928512523160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1999196928512523160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1999196928512523160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-funny.html' title='Work Funny'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-6535915466112114750</id><published>2008-10-06T23:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:07:24.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 103:12</title><content type='html'>This song speaks volumes as I struggle to deal with the disconnect between my heart and my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yza2tru9Z4k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yza2tru9Z4k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-6535915466112114750?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/6535915466112114750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=6535915466112114750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6535915466112114750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/6535915466112114750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/psalm-10312.html' title='Psalm 103:12'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-3249626479825841905</id><published>2008-10-03T23:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:26:06.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bachelors</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;B.B.A.&lt;/em&gt; – I can’t believe it is Friday already. Man, time sure flies…when you are employed! :) A month ago I started working for Banker Connection in Wells Fargo. It has been a pretty intense month, but I am truly thankful to be working for such an incredible company. The work environment is indescribable. I have never been a member of a team that is so accommodating and concerned about my personal success. And the recognition that is given baffles me. Every single person is recognized (at the VERY LEAST) weekly. WOW. How could you not love your job when you know without a doubt that you are genuinely appreciated for the work you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to one of a kind support and working conditions, the financial benefits are insane. What a blessing this opportunity is! For the first time, EVER, I have a retirement plan. And it’s a good one. Wells Fargo matches dollar for dollar up to 6% for my 401(k) after a year of service. They will also start contributing to my very own pension after a year. And after only five years, I become fully vested. This benefit alone makes me think that I should stay with Wells Fargo for at least five years. And with the work environment as it is, it should be a very enjoyable five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;B.S.E.&lt;/em&gt; – I still have a passion for teaching. I mean, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t endure the hardest year and a half of my life going back to school for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really REALLY want to move to Alaska. It is such an incredibly beautiful state (I’m a sucker for mountains and moose), and the adventure of living there would be second to none. In addition to beauty and adventure, teachers in Alaska fair pretty well financially. Well, the teacher salary is at least significantly more than the teacher salaries in both Montana and Oklahoma. AND another cool thing is that you only have to teach for 8 years before you can start taking your retirement. How great is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’m thinking maybe 5 years at Wells Fargo, then 8 years teaching in Alaska. Only 13 years and I can retire and travel the world. Sounds like a good plan, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-3249626479825841905?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/3249626479825841905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=3249626479825841905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3249626479825841905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3249626479825841905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/battle-of-bachelors.html' title='Battle of the Bachelors'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-8548489396877250151</id><published>2008-10-01T21:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:25:10.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day Happenings</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of October.  WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first task of the day was to ensure that the elementary and junior high children made it safely across the busy street of Broadwater Avenue.  I was fully equipped with an orange vest and stop sign.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard on the radio this morning that drinking an energy drink is equivalent to drinking 12 cans of Coke.  OH MY WORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work a bug flew into my hair and got stuck in the fuzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria people at work burned something and set off the fire alarm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a couple of new words today in training.  The first:  PUPID.  I do not like this word.  It sounds gross.  The second:  voluntold.  This one, however, is quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw dreamy-work-guy this afternoon when I went to buy a Snickers in the Cantina.  He is 6-plus feet of pure handsomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to talk to a certain someone at church this evening and totally chickened out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to end my day with some reading and sister-Steph-snuggle time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Hump Day was as Happenin’ as mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-8548489396877250151?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/8548489396877250151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=8548489396877250151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8548489396877250151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8548489396877250151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/10/hump-day-happenings.html' title='Hump Day Happenings'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-3292870069370827792</id><published>2008-09-30T22:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:19:59.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don’t enjoy reading. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m an extremely slow reader. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reading makes me sleepy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m picky – science fiction and romance novels are definitely O.U.T.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, I have been doing quite a bit of reading lately, which explains my absence from blog world. A super sweet elderly lady from my congregation lent me three books a couple of weeks ago. And so now I read. (Insert forced smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book I read was &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt;, by William P. Young. I chose to read this one first because it was the shortest. And I had also heard mention of it on a radio show this past summer, so I figured it would be a good read. And it’s true! It IS a good read! It is actually now one of my very favorites, which I guess doesn’t mean a whole lot since I haven’t read a whole lot of books. :) I just love how it challenged me to think about my relationship with God in a different way. I would highly recommend this book. It is a must read! Just be sure to have some tissues close by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now three-quarters the way through &lt;em&gt;Redeeming Love,&lt;/em&gt; by Francine Rivers. It is a romance (ug), but I agreed to read it because it is based (kinda-ish) on Hosea. I’m not really sure I’ve ever read Hosea. And if I have, it has been a really long time because I didn’t realize/remember that the prophet, Hosea, was commanded by God to take a prostitute for his wife. I’m going to have to read Hosea when I finish this book. I’m definitely curious! Although, I’m sure that the Bible will not include (thankfully) are many descriptive scenes. Yikes. This is definitely a book for the mature crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third book is called &lt;em&gt;A Voice in the Wind&lt;/em&gt;, and it is also authored by Francine Rivers. Francine Rivers is one of my friend’s favorite authors and so I have a feeling that I will end up reading her entire FR collection. I wonder if there are sparknotes available (kidding). I’m not sure exactly what this book is about. I have a feeling it is yet another Christian Romance (ug). But, I will have a better idea in a couple of days when I start reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m actually starting to enjoy reading. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Novels are easier to read than textbooks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read every night before bed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still don’t care for romance novels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-3292870069370827792?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/3292870069370827792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=3292870069370827792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3292870069370827792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3292870069370827792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/09/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-8223276007273698925</id><published>2008-09-14T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:37:10.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit about ME from A to Z</title><content type='html'>A is for &lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt; – I have a passion for missions and was afforded the opportunity to go on a campaign to Australia with Kent Hartman in June 2004.  It was an incredible experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B is for &lt;strong&gt;Boat&lt;/strong&gt; – I have fond memories of sitting in a boat and eating peanut-butter M&amp;amp;M’s while fishing with high-school friends Kaitlin and Alison.  I hope someday we can go fishing again.  Ice fishing, that is, in Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for &lt;strong&gt;Candle&lt;/strong&gt; – When I sit down to have my personal Bible study time or write in my prayer journal, I always light a candle.  It reminds me of God’s presence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for &lt;strong&gt;Donuts&lt;/strong&gt; – I absolutely LOVE donuts.  And so does my sidder, Stephanie Dell.  This summer we took turns buying donuts for each other.  It is a delicious summertime tradition.  I am going to have to see what I can do to make sure this tradition is carried on throughout all the seasons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for &lt;strong&gt;Elephant&lt;/strong&gt; – The elephant is one of my two favorite animals.  (The other is the moose.  What can I say, I like the big ones).  I have been told that when I was little I went to the zoo and said, “Elephants talk loud.”  It was then logical for them to become my favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is for &lt;strong&gt;Friend &lt;/strong&gt;– I could use a good friend right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is for &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; – I can’t wait to hug God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for &lt;strong&gt;Hardcore&lt;/strong&gt; – I realized this summer that I am NOT hardcore.  I LOVE camping and hiking, etc…, but two weeks backpacking in the wilderness was too long without showers, beef and chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for &lt;strong&gt;Iowa&lt;/strong&gt; – My dad almost took a job in Iowa when I was in 8th grade.  I’m glad we didn’t move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J is for &lt;strong&gt;Japan&lt;/strong&gt; – I shared my faith for six weeks in Japan the summer after my freshman year of college.  It was a tremendous growing experience and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  My sister, Michelle, is now living in Japan and I pray that her faith is growing like mine did.  I also hope that I can visit her while she is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for&lt;strong&gt; Kiss&lt;/strong&gt; – The first time a boy kissed me I thought it was gross.  I didn’t understand how people enjoyed such a thing.  But the more I kissed, the more I have come to really enjoy the activity.  Ha!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for &lt;strong&gt;Laugh&lt;/strong&gt; – I LOVE to laugh.  But, I’m somewhat of a snob when it comes to laughing.  I refuse to give courtesy laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for &lt;strong&gt;Mz.&lt;/strong&gt; – I wish that the Ms. title would morph into Mz.  Mz. looks so much cooler.  And let’s face it, ladies who have to select title (like myself) could use some extra coolness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for &lt;strong&gt;Noodle&lt;/strong&gt; – If you ever spend time with my family, don’t be surprised if someone calls you a noodle.  In my family, noodle is (really) a term of endearment.   My dad is the head noodle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for &lt;strong&gt;Obama&lt;/strong&gt; – I know that it is just a rumor that Obama is Muslim.  However, it still really scares me that he has a hint of Muslim background, even if it’s an itty bitty, teeny weeny, tiny bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is for &lt;strong&gt;Piano&lt;/strong&gt; – I really, REALLY want to learn how to play the piano.  I know how to read music as a result of all my band years, and I have taught myself some.  I just get frustrated when I have to start moving my fingers up and down the ivories.  Does anyone know of a good piano teacher in Billings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is for &lt;strong&gt;Queen&lt;/strong&gt; – If I could be queen for a day, I would spend the whole day at a spa.  Facials, and massages, and pedicures OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for &lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;/strong&gt; – I don’t enjoy reading.  I would MUCH rather solve algebra problems or make spreadsheets in Excel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for &lt;strong&gt;Shack&lt;/strong&gt; – Currently, I am reading &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt;, by William P. Young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for &lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/strong&gt; – Sometimes my birthday falls on the same day as Thanksgiving.  These birthdays are always the best.  I mean, you get the best birthday meal AND presents.  That’s one unbeatable combination!  One particular Thanksgiving birthday, I remember receiving a Precious Moments KJV Bible from my grandparents and a pair of purple overalls from my parents.  Oh, and I can’t forget the matching purple clip-on earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is for &lt;strong&gt;understand&lt;/strong&gt; – I have come to realize that I will never fully understand God, his timing or his ways.  Well, while here on earth at least.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V is for &lt;strong&gt;Vending Machines&lt;/strong&gt; – Vending Machines are my weakness.  In college I spent all of my laundry quarters on vending snacks.  YUM.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W is for &lt;strong&gt;Wish&lt;/strong&gt; – I wish that I was in Alaska right now, teaching.  I know, I know.  I need to get over it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is for &lt;strong&gt;Generation X&lt;/strong&gt; – I’m not exactly sure what Generation X is, but I do know that I like a couple of Miley Cyrus’ songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is for &lt;strong&gt;Yodeling&lt;/strong&gt; – I want to learn to yodel so that when I travel to the Swiss Alps someday I can show off my yodeling skillz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is for &lt;strong&gt;Zipper&lt;/strong&gt; – My ultimate FAV ride at the fair is the Zipper, hands down.  I was first introduced to this delightful ride back in the 90s by my dear friend, Kristine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-8223276007273698925?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/8223276007273698925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=8223276007273698925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8223276007273698925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8223276007273698925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/09/bit-about-me-from-to-z.html' title='A Bit about ME from A to Z'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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-5693336252860384975.post-1290340064031608232</id><published>2008-09-13T01:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:15:06.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yellow with a SPLASH of Red</title><content type='html'>On Monday I started my new job. It is not the job I was hoping to have this Fall, but I certainly can’t complain. I have been given an opportunity to work for an INCREDIBLE company and I am overwhelmed with gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a very l o o o n g and tiresome week. I am not used to sitting and listening eight hours a day! The first day was especially taxing with all the company policies and procedures to go over, but thankfully the rest of the week was much more bearable and motivating as we learned about the various programs and systems of the specific job. The trainers also incorporated some fun activities throughout the week as well. We had an ice breaker, played “Thumb Ball,” and took a personality assessment to determine which “color” we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yellow. Yellow = Responsibility. Basically what this means is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I value rules, tradition and authority.&lt;br /&gt;I belong to organizations and contribute to my community.&lt;br /&gt;I handle details well, and I’m a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;I am useful, productive, a contributor.&lt;br /&gt;I care for others – by upholding the rules.&lt;br /&gt;I anticipate and prepare for the future.&lt;br /&gt;The home and family are the core of society.&lt;br /&gt;It’s important to have structure, laws, and controls.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate awards and public recognition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I provide stability within an organization.&lt;br /&gt;I demonstrate my love in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much sums up my personality – a rule-abiding, structure-loving perfectionist. Well, that is of course before taking in account for that SPLASH of red. Red = Adventure. And I have an undeniably adventurous personality. I don’t agree with everything that characterizes a red, but there are a few characteristics that have a strong presence in my personality. Thus, the aforementioned SPLASH…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to explore.&lt;br /&gt;Variety and excitement are fun and stimulating.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s find a new and different way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Games are for winning, mountains for climbing.&lt;br /&gt;Rules that don’t make sense should be broken. (Well, maybe not broken, but modified so that they do make sense).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the SPLASH of red? Or maybe it would make more sense to say that I am yellow with red spots. Either way, I think you’ll agree with my analysis. :) And you should definitely check out &lt;a href="http://www.paceorg.com/"&gt;The Pace Palette&lt;/a&gt; to see what color YOU are. It’s very interesting and fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-1290340064031608232?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/1290340064031608232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=1290340064031608232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1290340064031608232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/1290340064031608232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-yellow-with-splash-of-red.html' title='I&apos;m Yellow with a SPLASH of Red'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-3091211464879703029</id><published>2008-09-09T21:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:43:09.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulls Eye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SMdBs2yOTzI/AAAAAAAAACI/FzMMJmnZr-M/s1600-h/darts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244232529972449074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SMdBs2yOTzI/AAAAAAAAACI/FzMMJmnZr-M/s200/darts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I may have found my TRUE calling. A professional darter. And I know what you’re thinking, that this profession is FAR from my educational skill set. That’s certainly indisputable, but my natural talent really can't be suppressed any longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday I was reminding my dad about the dart tournament we had earlier this summer; and how I beat every single male (Dad, Brian, Kyle and Adam) one after another. I was unstoppable. But for some silly reason my dad was convinced that my winning streak was pure luck. RIGHT. And then he went on to say that he could beat me if he just put his mind to it. UH HUH. Now, I will admit that my dad has great determination and usually IS successful whenever he “puts his mind” to something. But I also know that my victory earlier this summer was definitely not luck. So, I challenged him to a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played a game to 301. I beat him. He still had 169 points to go! I cannot even begin to describe how great it felt to SMOKE him! :) We, of course had to play best out of 3 games. He won the second game, but then I ended up winning the last game. SWEET VICTORY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad wanted a rematch tonight. And this time I only needed two games to whip his sorry rear! Love you, Dad! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-3091211464879703029?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/3091211464879703029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=3091211464879703029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3091211464879703029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3091211464879703029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/09/bullseye.html' title='Bulls Eye!'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SMdBs2yOTzI/AAAAAAAAACI/FzMMJmnZr-M/s72-c/darts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-3203692646134610520</id><published>2008-09-05T18:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:54:13.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gesundheit</title><content type='html'>I have always struggled with knowing whether or not to say “Bless You” when someone sneezes. I realize it’s a strange thing to contemplate, but then again, I’m pretty strange myself so it works. :) So far, I have not found any rule of etiquette to help me with my conundrum. I mean, there are some people out there who will “Bless You” no matter what the circumstance. You sneeze, you will be blessed. During a lecture, in the middle of a prayer, in the bathroom, wherever! There’s no stopping them from blessing you! And then there are people out there who will never ever bless you when you sneeze. You could sneeze sixteen times in a row and it wouldn’t cross their mind to bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of saying “bless you” anyways? I’ve heard that in the olden days people said “bless you” to make certain that the demons stay out of your body. But in other languages, such as Spanish and German, the words used when someone sneezes are words of health. So, maybe it is a gesture of wishing good health upon a sneezing person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe it’s just a an act of kindness. I spent three weeks in the wilderness this past June with a good friend of mine. She has allergies and so naturally she did quite a bit of sneezing each day. Since she is a good friend, and I felt it was an appropriate situation (not during a movie, etc…), I always said “Bless You.” And she always replied, “You too.” At first I just ignored her response, but she kept saying it and so I asked her why she always says “you too.” She told me that she found it to be a good opportunity to return the favor and bless the person that was blessing her. Interesting concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I am babysitting a little 2ish year old boy. He is so cute! And he is even cuter now because he is becoming much more verbal. Some of the words he uses frequently are: help, please, more, oh no, plane, kitty, milk, and cheese. He also says, “Excuse me” when he toots (too cute!). And he always says, “Bless you” when I sneeze. It is adorable. My heart melts every time and I really feel blessed. Not just because of this little tyke’s words, but because of his unconditional love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still undecided about the whole sneezing thing. But one thing’s for sure, I’m going to try to bless others more often, whether they are sneezing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242705842729417618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SMHVL9nAe5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bo9WlmWFOWM/s400/Camping+and+MWW+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Besh ew!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-3203692646134610520?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/3203692646134610520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=3203692646134610520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3203692646134610520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/3203692646134610520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/09/gesundheit.html' title='Gesundheit'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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/_rkJLn6jU-Cg/SMHVL9nAe5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bo9WlmWFOWM/s72-c/Camping+and+MWW+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-8985753069048969184</id><published>2008-09-04T01:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:39:56.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings from an Insomniac</title><content type='html'>I wrote the title for this blog entry just now and thought I was being clever with my made-up word: “insomniac.” When the little squiggly red line didn’t appear, I was shocked and immediately consulted &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com/&lt;/a&gt; for further investigation of my inventive vocabulary. Turns out I’m not as inventive as I thought. Oh well. The flip side proves that I’m more intelligent than I give myself credit, or perhaps that I’m extremely lucky. It’s a toss-up, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to the real issue at hand:&lt;strong&gt; it's bedtime and I'M WIDE AWAKE AND BUSHY TAILED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having bouts of insomnia every couple of months for the past year. It started last October when I had several nights in a row where I couldn’t sleep. Then I had another couple of sleepless nights in January. And now I am once again dealing with this terrible condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cure&lt;/strong&gt;: I have never really had a problem with falling asleep before this last year. Ever. I am that person that can fall asleep anytime, anywhere. I even have that rare Travel Sleeping Disorder (TSD). You know, the one where a person falls asleep after a mere 30 minutes in a car, plane, train, etc… Let me tell ya, I’m not very fun on road trips! So you can imagine how lost I was when I experienced my first episode of insomnia last October. After hours of staying up reading and wasting time on FB, I finally decided to go for a drive. I hoped that my TSD would help get me into my desired state of unconsciousness. So, I got in my car and drove to the next town, 30 miles away, at 3 in the morning. The drive made me sleepy alright, but unfortunately I didn’t factor in the 30 miles I had to drive BACK to my house. I almost didn’t make it back alive. So when the next night of insomnia came along, I got smart and went grocery shopping instead. It turned out to be just as effective and much more practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause&lt;/strong&gt;: I think the cause of these spells can be directly associated with various stresses in my life. The first episode occurred during a very stressful time. I was taking a full course load and working part-time. I had long days and not enough hours to complete everything as perfectly as my perfectionist personality would have liked. All the while I was trying to figure out what to do and where to go after my fast-approaching graduation ceremony. Another memorable episode surfaced during a time of great stress due to a dysfunctional relationship. And now, I guess you could say I have great anxiety concerning my overall life and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whine&lt;/strong&gt;: Cheese? Yes, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past ten months in particular have been very challenging. It seems like every major life decision I have made has failed in one way or another. It’s been very heart-wrenching, discouraging, and has left me feeling hopeless. This is not at all how I pictured my life to be at 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most frustrating aspect about my life currently is that I have really, REALLY, tried to take the appropriate time and measures to make the right decisions. I have been prayerful. I have sought after God. I have tried my very best to trust Him completely. And decision after decision, plan after plan has left me broken and in tears. My dreams of being in a loving, godly relationship: crushed. My dreams of having my very own classroom of adorable immpressionable kiddos: crushed. I’m far too stubborn to give up, but I’m just so terrified right now of failing that I really haven’t taken too many steps forward. Rather, I’ve been wallowing in self-pity. I’ve been running. I’ve been ignoring the numerous problems. And I’m embarrassed and ashamed to admit that I’ve been ignoring God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m sorry this is such a “Debbie Downer” post. I guess I just needed to confront my struggles and emotions head on. And I’m hoping that doing it publicly will keep me accountable to turning my current, seemingly "rotten" life around. And there are several proactive steps I’m going to work on each day this next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop pulling out my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a run – one, nice and easy mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read my Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a list of recent BLESSINGS in my life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I leave encouraged by the inspired words of James and pray for a good night’s rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Come near to God and he will come near to you.” James 4:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-8985753069048969184?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/8985753069048969184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=8985753069048969184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8985753069048969184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/8985753069048969184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wrote-title-for-this-blog-entry-just.html' title='Ramblings from an Insomniac'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-2169558394317045667</id><published>2008-08-28T23:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:14:13.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bull Cuts, Mullets and Rat Tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bull Cuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize that this type of haircut is actually called a Bowl Cut. However, I didn’t come to this realization until much later in life. Imagine the revelation…a bowl used by the stylist to create and perfect this fabulous do. Ingenious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not really sure the reason for the misunderstanding. I guess I’ll just have to blame it on the fact that I’m a visual learner as opposed to an auditory one. And this can be traced back to my genetic makeup. Not only are my ears big, but they are a bit defective as well. But I am not alone in this. These genes run deep in the Lair family. Which…can make for entertaining family reunions. There’s a whole lot of shouting going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mullets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business in the front. Party in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent the last several weeks going through boxes and boxes of “stuff” I’ve accumulated over the past 25 years. I’ve done a lot of junk tossing, treasure finding and organizing. Today I tackled all my computer files from college. I put them on CDs and filed them away. While sorting through the various files and pictures, I found the treasure of all treasures: a PowerPoint solely on Mullets. It makes me laugh every time I watch it. This mulletude is just too good not to share. Leave me a comment if you want me to email you the presentation. I guarantee it will not disappoint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rat Tails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The thought of a rattail makes me shudder. There is NO excuse for such a hairstyle, and parents who allow or encourage one should be reprimanded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-2169558394317045667?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/2169558394317045667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=2169558394317045667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2169558394317045667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/2169558394317045667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/08/bull-cuts-mullets-and-rat-tails_28.html' title='Bull Cuts, Mullets and Rat Tails'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693336252860384975.post-5541285466812764159</id><published>2008-08-27T00:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:53:13.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Chance with the Fancy Ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;: I have given considerable thought over the years to what I would ask for if I was confronted with a wish-granting genie. I have numerous imperfections, so it’s hard for me to pick JUST three. But after serious contemplation, these are the three wishes I have decided upon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish to be able to sing like Martina McBride &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish to have a long, beautiful neck &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish to have incredible wit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality&lt;/strong&gt;: I am a horrible writer. I have a significantly limited vocabulary. I am also not very creative or witty. Reading my work is drab and needlessly boring. It’s quite sad and embarrassing actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore by natural contrast I LOVE numbers. I love their consistent nature. I love that you never have to second guess whether or not a 2 is a 2. And I’m still pushing for number communication. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?! It sure would clear up all the miscommunication that is going on! I mean, you wouldn’t have to wonder which witch is which. Or likewise, if someone wished you a “Happy Father’s Day,” you would know exactly what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession&lt;/strong&gt;: I’m fearful of having my thoughts out here in blog world. I’m terrified of criticism. I’m also scared that my life is too dull to write about. I wish I was witty. That would make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said…PLEASE BARE WITH ME AS I ATTEMPT TO BLOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I should say...PLEASE&lt;em&gt; BEAR&lt;/em&gt; WITH ME AS I ATTEMPT TO BLOG!! (That's better, eh!?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5693336252860384975-5541285466812764159?l=jenniferlair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/feeds/5541285466812764159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5693336252860384975&amp;postID=5541285466812764159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5541285466812764159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5693336252860384975/posts/default/5541285466812764159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniferlair.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-chance-with-fancy-ants.html' title='Taking a Chance with the Fancy Ants'/><author><name>jlair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12454228772304905015</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
