<?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-1726504188416941536</id><updated>2012-01-24T16:15:09.483-07:00</updated><category term='Single Lessons'/><category term='Bad Luck Jen'/><category term='Recipe Rundown'/><category term='Book Blurb'/><title type='text'>Jen's Life in Flip Flops</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6523152937796393113</id><published>2011-12-19T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:47:44.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 18</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up at 4:45am in order to drive my parents and nephew to the airport. This is something I would do anyway but Sundays are the only day I sleep in so this was a sacrifice for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6523152937796393113?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6523152937796393113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6523152937796393113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6523152937796393113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6523152937796393113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-18.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 18'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7802444633081586182</id><published>2011-12-16T12:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:53:42.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 16</title><content type='html'>At Zupa's today a heavier older lady with a cane set her tray down at the table next to me. A few minutes later I saw her walking to a table farther away to join her friends. Knowing it was her tray of food, I transferred the tray for her so she didn't have to carry it along with her cane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7802444633081586182?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7802444633081586182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7802444633081586182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7802444633081586182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7802444633081586182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-16.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 16'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3557668264959495822</id><published>2011-12-13T19:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:49:38.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 13</title><content type='html'>After today I will have to call my project The 24 Days of Random Acts of Kindness. I'm sorry to report that I didn't accomplish anything today. I will do my best to double up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3557668264959495822?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3557668264959495822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3557668264959495822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3557668264959495822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3557668264959495822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-13.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 13'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5181240816735832804</id><published>2011-12-13T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:39:20.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 12</title><content type='html'>Today I donate cash to the Salvation Army. For some reason I always ignore the people outside the store ringing their bells. This year I ignored my inner Scrooge and gave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5181240816735832804?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5181240816735832804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5181240816735832804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5181240816735832804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5181240816735832804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-12.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 12'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3251030169131760237</id><published>2011-12-12T08:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:32:36.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 11</title><content type='html'>I am going to be honest and report that I didn't do anything specific for my act of kindness today. So I will be selfish and claim accepting a second calling as my kind deed for the day. I am on the Relief Society Board (in charge of monthly activities and Ward parties) and now I am the Primary Chorister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3251030169131760237?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3251030169131760237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3251030169131760237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3251030169131760237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3251030169131760237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-11.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 11'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-4823305451271394680</id><published>2011-12-12T08:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:24:06.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 10</title><content type='html'>Today was our Ward Christmas Party and as part of the committee I was very proud of how great this party was. Since it took up most of my day it was hard to have a planned "act of kindness."  To help the committee leader during the party I  watched her 1 year old daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-4823305451271394680?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/4823305451271394680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=4823305451271394680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4823305451271394680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4823305451271394680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-10.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 10'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6908872171283147732</id><published>2011-12-09T12:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:00:54.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_czcxxKHYps/TuJozSDoP5I/AAAAAAAABO0/DwThQhPGR0g/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_czcxxKHYps/TuJozSDoP5I/AAAAAAAABO0/DwThQhPGR0g/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684220909924663186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I returned 2 additional shopping carts to the cart station in the parking lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6908872171283147732?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6908872171283147732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6908872171283147732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6908872171283147732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6908872171283147732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-9.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 9'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_czcxxKHYps/TuJozSDoP5I/AAAAAAAABO0/DwThQhPGR0g/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7382962376317076951</id><published>2011-12-08T07:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:01:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKM8GUcYmC4/TuDRC9EDQRI/AAAAAAAABOo/-mnv7EqdJgk/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKM8GUcYmC4/TuDRC9EDQRI/AAAAAAAABOo/-mnv7EqdJgk/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683772578423062802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one person I forget to show appreciation to ever year is my Mail Woman. I know they cannot accept cash gifts and I'm not sure about homemade treats either. So this morning I left for her some Ho-Hos and a note of appreciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7382962376317076951?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7382962376317076951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7382962376317076951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7382962376317076951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7382962376317076951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-8.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 8'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKM8GUcYmC4/TuDRC9EDQRI/AAAAAAAABOo/-mnv7EqdJgk/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3732820122303402683</id><published>2011-12-07T12:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:56:50.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zUU1cBerKA/Tt_E9pcCQTI/AAAAAAAABOc/MYoUgUTmddg/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zUU1cBerKA/Tt_E9pcCQTI/AAAAAAAABOc/MYoUgUTmddg/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683477818139361586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find myself a little embarrassed by today's act of kindness. I don't know why but I felt silly and I couldn't get away fast enough. I decided to pay for the meal of the person behind me in line at the cafeteria. Luckily he had items that didn't require finding out the weight, so I told the cashier to ring up both. She looked at me weird and seemed confused. After I paid and was about to walk away I told her that the guy didn't know I was paying so just tell him his lunch was covered. Then I high tailed it out of there. It felt awkward but good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3732820122303402683?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3732820122303402683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3732820122303402683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3732820122303402683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3732820122303402683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-7.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 7'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9zUU1cBerKA/Tt_E9pcCQTI/AAAAAAAABOc/MYoUgUTmddg/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8052366217011889455</id><published>2011-12-07T07:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:02:07.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqy-2CkWPOc/Tt9_7AwZdTI/AAAAAAAABOQ/i_Og3opDb08/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqy-2CkWPOc/Tt9_7AwZdTI/AAAAAAAABOQ/i_Og3opDb08/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683401906556859698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day for Christmas Candies. I love making treats for my neighbors and for my co workers. If I could I would open my own bakery/candy store. So today I made all my Christmas treats for my neighbors and extra so that I could bring them into work to share. This year I make the White Chocolate Chex Mix, Peanut Butter Balls, Toffee (Sister White's recipe), Chocolate peppermint cookies with a candy cane kiss, and Peppermint Patties. So I guess my act of "kindness" was helping to increase everyone's weight gain over the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8052366217011889455?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8052366217011889455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8052366217011889455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8052366217011889455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8052366217011889455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-6.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 6'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqy-2CkWPOc/Tt9_7AwZdTI/AAAAAAAABOQ/i_Og3opDb08/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-4736054768363637885</id><published>2011-12-05T18:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:15:33.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 5</title><content type='html'>"Gee the traffic is terrific." Tis the season for lots of traffic and sometimes not very polite drivers. Today I focused on going out of my way to let cars in when there is a lot of traffic. Coming down State street from the capitol I left two cars in that were trying to turn and at Costco I let in another car when there was a line to get out of the parking lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-4736054768363637885?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/4736054768363637885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=4736054768363637885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4736054768363637885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4736054768363637885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-5.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 5'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2283498030590034389</id><published>2011-12-04T17:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T17:50:17.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccRvnRMlDjc/TtwU5V2AZvI/AAAAAAAABN4/WmZ0mFhKqMo/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682439805183485682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccRvnRMlDjc/TtwU5V2AZvI/AAAAAAAABN4/WmZ0mFhKqMo/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made an apple pie today for a lady in my Ward who has always wanted to try my pie. I have a standing offer to many people in the Ward that if they drop off 5-6 apples I will make them a pie. She recentley mentioned that she keeps meaning to bring by apples because she wanted a pie. So instead of waiting for her to bring me the apples, I decided to surprise her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2283498030590034389?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2283498030590034389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2283498030590034389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2283498030590034389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2283498030590034389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-4.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 4'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccRvnRMlDjc/TtwU5V2AZvI/AAAAAAAABN4/WmZ0mFhKqMo/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3605416805494226408</id><published>2011-12-03T16:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:14:29.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTUWscaHDQM/TtqtR4IoUJI/AAAAAAAABNs/RHb1Uh2BlIM/s1600/dunkin_donuts_dozen-300x199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682044402519265426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTUWscaHDQM/TtqtR4IoUJI/AAAAAAAABNs/RHb1Uh2BlIM/s320/dunkin_donuts_dozen-300x199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I delivered a dozen donuts to a group of people that have been cleaning up their property damage for two days. Hopefully the sugar will keep them going because it will be a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3605416805494226408?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3605416805494226408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3605416805494226408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3605416805494226408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3605416805494226408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-3.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 3'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gTUWscaHDQM/TtqtR4IoUJI/AAAAAAAABNs/RHb1Uh2BlIM/s72-c/dunkin_donuts_dozen-300x199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1871923305880635252</id><published>2011-12-03T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:11:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Due to the necessity for major property clean up, my kindness today probably doesn't really count. I spent the entire day loping tree branches, dragging tree branches, loading tree branches and firewood, raking leaves, cleaning up debris etc. Not just for my house but for my parents and Lori's. I can't wait to do this all over again on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1871923305880635252?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1871923305880635252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1871923305880635252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1871923305880635252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1871923305880635252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-2.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 2'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1526791117807645212</id><published>2011-12-01T18:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:40:19.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Act of Kindness - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AjeAgrUrDs/Ttgqjo_UjMI/AAAAAAAABNg/TlvS7dn__Fo/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 237px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681337721714674882" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AjeAgrUrDs/Ttgqjo_UjMI/AAAAAAAABNg/TlvS7dn__Fo/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to what I am referring to as "Hurricane Windy" there were plenty of opportunities to be kind. As I drove the streets of Kaysville surveying all the damage I saw a member of my Ward struggling with a garbage can and a bag of leaves in the wind. I pulled over and helped her get the bag tied off and secure the garbage can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1526791117807645212?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1526791117807645212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1526791117807645212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1526791117807645212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1526791117807645212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-act-of-kindness-day-1.html' title='Random Act of Kindness - Day 1'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4AjeAgrUrDs/Ttgqjo_UjMI/AAAAAAAABNg/TlvS7dn__Fo/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7352055389195071380</id><published>2011-11-29T08:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:28:33.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slwu_L3J6do/TtT6AnIBmnI/AAAAAAAABNU/Cuh51HqNrpU/s1600/merry-christmas-tree-design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slwu_L3J6do/TtT6AnIBmnI/AAAAAAAABNU/Cuh51HqNrpU/s320/merry-christmas-tree-design.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680439918430624370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Pinterest I got a great idea to help make the Christmas holiday more meaningful for me. (Check out what this woman did on her birthday: &lt;a href="http://mixmingleglow.com/blog/?p=1358"&gt;BLOG&lt;/a&gt;) Right now is the perfect time to start this project because I am really down in the dumps about my situation in life - and what better way to change my focus. I need to think less about myself and more about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Christmas this year I am going to do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;25 Days of Random Acts of Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting December 1st and going through Christmas I will perform a Random Act of Kindness each day and document it on my blog. I may steal some of the ideas on the blog I read because they are so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7352055389195071380?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7352055389195071380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7352055389195071380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7352055389195071380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7352055389195071380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slwu_L3J6do/TtT6AnIBmnI/AAAAAAAABNU/Cuh51HqNrpU/s72-c/merry-christmas-tree-design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8438842810299213486</id><published>2011-11-03T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:04:08.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1adcyF2DA/TrLJfRNgDdI/AAAAAAAABNI/Gr1N4z7Jr14/s1600/Picture%2B368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1adcyF2DA/TrLJfRNgDdI/AAAAAAAABNI/Gr1N4z7Jr14/s320/Picture%2B368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670816419846032850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know, you can buy the best Caramel Apple making supplies from Orson Gygi. This year we had a Mutual activity where we taught the girls (and myself) how to make Caramel Apples. It was just a fun way to spend my boring Sunday morning before Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First start with Caramel, what is great about this caramel is that you don't have to make it from scratch and you don't have to unwrap little squares. It comes if a 5lb loaf (that looks like a jumbo brick of velveeta cheese). It cuts easily so you can melt the whole this or break it down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNrjWHq5ZBs/TrLGycqnAuI/AAAAAAAABMM/CaqtJRJTLew/s1600/Picture%2B360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNrjWHq5ZBs/TrLGycqnAuI/AAAAAAAABMM/CaqtJRJTLew/s320/Picture%2B360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670813450803544802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a heavy bottom pot SLOWLY (on Low) melt the caramel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXgnN8vU-U8/TrLGysizDaI/AAAAAAAABMY/9Vatlc4xJpc/s1600/Picture%2B362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXgnN8vU-U8/TrLGysizDaI/AAAAAAAABMY/9Vatlc4xJpc/s320/Picture%2B362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670813455065746850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most apples you purchase in the store have a waxy coatings, take a minute to wash or scrub that off of each apple so the caramel will stick better. Hammer a stick into each apple and place on wax paper that has been sprayed.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mF6j_M2qHNw/TrLGzNzBF4I/AAAAAAAABMk/cxpJ2oB38zI/s1600/Picture%2B361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mF6j_M2qHNw/TrLGzNzBF4I/AAAAAAAABMk/cxpJ2oB38zI/s320/Picture%2B361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670813463992145794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dip each apple in the caramel (unlike me you should try and cover as close to the stick as possible. This sort of seals the apple in the caramel and it will have a longer shelf life. Twirl the bottom of the dipped apple against the back of a wooden spoon. You want to remove as much excess caramel as possible so you don't get a pool of caramel on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4NpdsPcEXs/TrLGzsk2d4I/AAAAAAAABM0/LOD3EoUY7Ic/s1600/Picture%2B365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4NpdsPcEXs/TrLGzsk2d4I/AAAAAAAABM0/LOD3EoUY7Ic/s320/Picture%2B365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670813472254228354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the apples in the fridge or a cool place for the caramel to set up. In the meantime prepare your toppings. I melted milk chocolate, white chocolate, then I used crush toffee bits and cinnamon sugar. Other great ideas include crushed butterfinger candy bars, oreos, nuts...basically anything you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now be creative with your combinations. I should suggest that you need to dip the entire caramel covered apple in at least one type of chocolate just for taste. Dip with the warm chocolate in your toppings so they will stick. If you plan on swirling another chocolate you need to wait for the first to set up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GZAjV6Ntxo/TrLG0NqJmsI/AAAAAAAABM8/TRLc8bGSbF4/s1600/Picture%2B372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GZAjV6Ntxo/TrLG0NqJmsI/AAAAAAAABM8/TRLc8bGSbF4/s320/Picture%2B372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670813481134824130" 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/1726504188416941536-8438842810299213486?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8438842810299213486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8438842810299213486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8438842810299213486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8438842810299213486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/11/caramel-apples.html' title='Caramel Apples'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1adcyF2DA/TrLJfRNgDdI/AAAAAAAABNI/Gr1N4z7Jr14/s72-c/Picture%2B368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1884675882000267154</id><published>2011-09-07T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T08:38:07.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOxOpq-XShg/TmeBxfox6aI/AAAAAAAABME/8xQ4sZ-YF_g/s1600/Picture%2B296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOxOpq-XShg/TmeBxfox6aI/AAAAAAAABME/8xQ4sZ-YF_g/s400/Picture%2B296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649626944865692066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was recently in LA I visited a gal who worked for the Church. In her apartment was a cool wreath made out of pages from a book. Being that I am not crafty I worried about not being about to recreate this without any actual instruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will throw out there if you decide to make one on your own, be willing to play around with it because there really is no set way to do it right. I did antique the edges of my paper to make it look older, I also sprayed the finished product with a gold glitter. I used an old copy of my favorite book The Count of Monte Cristo. Now I just need to decide where (and how) to hang it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1884675882000267154?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1884675882000267154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1884675882000267154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1884675882000267154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1884675882000267154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/09/book-wreath.html' title='Book Wreath'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOxOpq-XShg/TmeBxfox6aI/AAAAAAAABME/8xQ4sZ-YF_g/s72-c/Picture%2B296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5794076471262439324</id><published>2011-09-06T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:30:22.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbery Update</title><content type='html'>I have never been much of a library book checker outer, but I have taken advantage of the Kaysville Library for my Newbery reading challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started I had read 14 out of 89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now report I have read 20 out of 89.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I read recently were the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah, Plain and Tall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Gathering of Days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miracles on Maple Hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Hickory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The White Stag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Whipping Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Any recommendations on what I should read next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5794076471262439324?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5794076471262439324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5794076471262439324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5794076471262439324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5794076471262439324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/09/newbery-update.html' title='Newbery Update'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7682992200499492211</id><published>2011-08-29T14:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:06:55.066-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>A Culinary Trip South of the Border</title><content type='html'>I was in charge of Sunday dinner this week since my Mom was in Chicago - we can't let my Dad go hungry. I had been craving these enchiladas that my sister Becky made while visiting. Your family will love these and they are very easy. And of course I had to try out a beverage recipe and another gelato recipe. I will share the beverage but I didn't love the gelato, so my search continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey Lime Chicken Enchiladas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c Honey&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c Fresh Lime Juice&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp Chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;3 boneless chicken breasts, cooked and shredded&lt;br /&gt;12 Tortillas&lt;br /&gt;2 C. Mexican cheese blend&lt;br /&gt;14 oz Green Enchilada Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 - 3/4 c Heavy Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat over 350.&lt;br /&gt;Cook and shred your chicken&lt;br /&gt;Mix honey, lime juice, chili and garlic powder in a bowl. Pour over shredded chicken and refriderate for 1 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Mix enchilada sauce and cream together.&lt;br /&gt;Pour 1/2 the sauce in the bottom of a 9x13 pan&lt;br /&gt;Put a generous scoop of chicken onto the tortilla and a big pinch of cheese. Roll up and lay seam side down in the dish.&lt;br /&gt;Once you have all the tortillas filled in the pan, pour the extra sauce over top and top with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Cover with tinfoil and bake for 25-30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with Sour Cream, Black beans, and mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I actually used 4 chicken breasts and doubled the honey/lime sauce. I even did 1 1/2 the the enchilada/cream sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brazilian Limeade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I found a fancy from strach recipe but in the end I just bought Simply Limeade and it was tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blender combine 6 c. Limeade with 6 T. Sweetened Condensed Milk. Blend till combined and frothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really fancy and swiped a lime wedge around the rim of the glass and then dipped it in sugar and placed a lime piece on the rim as well. It made it fun and festive. Who doesn't like to lick sugar from their glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!!! We sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7682992200499492211?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7682992200499492211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7682992200499492211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7682992200499492211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7682992200499492211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/08/culinary-trip-south-of-border.html' title='A Culinary Trip South of the Border'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-9036246313055362951</id><published>2011-08-22T09:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T09:29:00.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Families Are Forever</title><content type='html'>I have been focused all weekend on the principle that Families Can Be Together Forever. I had the chance to talk in sacrament meeting, I have been looking forward to this talk for the past month. I was supposed to speak on Pioneer Day but the return missionary took all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In part of my talk I expressed my testimony of the temples and how our families can be together forever. I remember clearly sitting in the Mesa Temple 6 or 7 years ago when Kris and Kevin were sealed together. The spirit really spoke to me that day and I remember looking at my parents and ALL of my siblings. I knew at that moment how important it was for us all to remain faithful so that we can live together in the celestial kingdom Forever. I also recognized how amazing it was that we all were faithful to that point in order to be there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts continued as I received news Saturday morning that my dear friend Lexanne's husband passed away Friday night. Lexanne is a pillar of faith and strength as she has dealt with her husbands brain tumor for the past 8 years. As hard as it will be for her to now be a widow with two young children, I know she has a strong testimony and that comforts her knowing she and Dave will be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So count your blessings today and call you family and express your love for them. I know that I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-9036246313055362951?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/9036246313055362951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=9036246313055362951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/9036246313055362951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/9036246313055362951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/08/families-are-forever.html' title='Families Are Forever'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-717888898059881768</id><published>2011-08-04T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:45:23.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>How adorable are these little cuties. What a fun summer to have these three with us and then I was able to travel back to Chicago for a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFupfr3Z-ng/TjqvzQCSgUI/AAAAAAAABL8/knFUYMEda2U/s1600/Picture%2B262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFupfr3Z-ng/TjqvzQCSgUI/AAAAAAAABL8/knFUYMEda2U/s400/Picture%2B262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011178620354882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't believe Sarah let me do her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sphkql_6ydQ/TjqvzD-YY4I/AAAAAAAABL0/9IZ-O5VWJ0Q/s1600/Picture%2B248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sphkql_6ydQ/TjqvzD-YY4I/AAAAAAAABL0/9IZ-O5VWJ0Q/s400/Picture%2B248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011175382737794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate was being a big helper&lt;br /&gt;This picture reminds me of the one on my blog with me holding baby&lt;br /&gt;Nate and Sarah sitting with me reading books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIIVRihXTgY/Tjqvy0ac6zI/AAAAAAAABLs/FCnMGl4NtJI/s1600/Picture%2B244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIIVRihXTgY/Tjqvy0ac6zI/AAAAAAAABLs/FCnMGl4NtJI/s400/Picture%2B244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011171205507890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She already has her own baby grand piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkMejwV1nPE/TjqvykSaVVI/AAAAAAAABLk/SG74YOFJkmo/s1600/Picture%2B231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VkMejwV1nPE/TjqvykSaVVI/AAAAAAAABLk/SG74YOFJkmo/s400/Picture%2B231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011166876816722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ally is so kissable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfkn1GiOOg8/TjqvyDQCFrI/AAAAAAAABLc/PjWwDDpcPTg/s1600/Picture%2B226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfkn1GiOOg8/TjqvyDQCFrI/AAAAAAAABLc/PjWwDDpcPTg/s400/Picture%2B226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637011158008469170" 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/1726504188416941536-717888898059881768?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/717888898059881768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=717888898059881768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/717888898059881768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/717888898059881768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFupfr3Z-ng/TjqvzQCSgUI/AAAAAAAABL8/knFUYMEda2U/s72-c/Picture%2B262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5202747529467774421</id><published>2011-06-15T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:36:58.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hydrangea</title><content type='html'>I have always loved Hydrangeas and I planted two large bushes this year. The variety is called Endless Summer and they are supposed to grow great in Utah. I have been checking the bush everyday waiting for the first bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vK4p7wQuSZQ/TfjCZQ92TKI/AAAAAAAABLU/nrdPprOOeHU/s1600/mms_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vK4p7wQuSZQ/TfjCZQ92TKI/AAAAAAAABLU/nrdPprOOeHU/s320/mms_picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618454274451590306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what it looks like in a few days. I appears my Hydrangeas will in fact be blue, I guess that is common in Utah because of our soil. Here is your useless fact for the day - The color of you Hydrangeas relies on your soil. Can can't just purchase a "pink" hydrangea, you soil will choose for you. And someone told me once that they had blue for years and then a couple years of pink. How cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5202747529467774421?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5202747529467774421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5202747529467774421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5202747529467774421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5202747529467774421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-hydrangea.html' title='First Hydrangea'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vK4p7wQuSZQ/TfjCZQ92TKI/AAAAAAAABLU/nrdPprOOeHU/s72-c/mms_picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5250644276180342828</id><published>2011-06-03T10:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:02:26.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbery Award Winner Goal</title><content type='html'>I have decided to take on the challenge of reading every Newbery Award Winner. My good friend Sue has been doing this and I think she is almost done. I was hoping that I had read a lot already but I was greatly disappointed in my number. So I have a lot of reading to do. I am looking forward to always having a book to read when I find myself needing a new book suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have read 14 out of 89 (not very good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="634"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 46pt;" width="61"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 293pt;" width="391"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 137pt;" width="182"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="height: 15pt; width: 46pt;" width="61" height="20"&gt;YEAR&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 293pt;" width="391"&gt;Book&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 137pt;" width="182"&gt;Author&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2010&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Moon Over Manifest&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Clare Vanderpool&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2009&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2008&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Good Masters! Sweet   Ladies! Voices from a Medieval Village&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Laura Amy Schlitz&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2007&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Higher Power of   Lucky&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Susan Patron&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2006&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Criss Cross&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Lynne Rae Perkins&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2005&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Kira-Kira&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Cynthia Kadohata&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2004&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Tale of   Despereaux&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Kate DiCamillo&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2003&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Crispin: The Cross of   Lead&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Avi&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2002&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;A Single Shard&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Linda Sue Park&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2001&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;A Year Down Yonder&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Richard Peck&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;2000&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Bud, Not Buddy&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Christopher Paul   Curtis&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1999&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Holes&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Louis Sachar&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1998&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Out of the Dust&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Karen Hesse&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1997&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The View from   Saturday&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;E.L. Konigsburg&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1996&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Midwife's   Apprentice&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Karen Cushman&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1995&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Walk Two Moons&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Sharon Creech&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1994&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Giver&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Lois Lowry&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1993&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Missing May&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Cynthia Rylant&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1992&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Shiloh&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Phyllis Reynolds   Naylor&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1991&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Maniac Magee&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Jerry Spinelli&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1990&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Number the Stars&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Lois Lowry&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1989&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Joyful Noise: Poems   for Two Voices&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Paul Fleischman&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1988&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Lincoln: A   Photobiography&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Russell Freedman&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1987&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Whipping Boy&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Sid Fleischman&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1986&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Sarah, Plain and Tall&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Patricia MacLachlan&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1985&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Hero and the   Crown&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Robin McKinley&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1984&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Dear Mr. Henshaw&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Beverly Cleary&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1983&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Dicey's Song&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Cynthia Voigt&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1982&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;A Visit to William   Blake's Inn&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Nancy Willard&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1981&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Jacob Have I Loved&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Katherine Paterson&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1980&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;A Gathering of Days:&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Joan W. Blos&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1979&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Westing Game&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Ellen Raskin&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1978&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Katherine Paterson&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1977&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Roll of Thunder, Hear   My Cry&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Mildred D. Taylor&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1976&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Grey King&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Susan Cooper&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1975&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;M. C. Higgins, the   Great&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Virginia Hamilton&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1974&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Slave Dancer&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Paula Fox&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1973&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Julie of the Wolves&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Jean Craighead George&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1972&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Mrs. Frisby and the   Rats of NIMH&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Robert C. O'Brien&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1971&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Summer of the Swans&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Betsy Byars&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1970&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Sounder&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;William H. Armstrong&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1969&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The High King&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Lloyd Alexander&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1968&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;From the Mixed-Up   Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;E. L. Konigsburg&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1967&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Up a Road Slowly&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Irene Hunt&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1966&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;I, Juan de Pareja&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth Borton de   Trevino&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1965&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Shadow of a Bull&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Maia Wojciechowska&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1964&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;It's Like This, Cat&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Emily Neville&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1963&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Madeleine L'Engle&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1962&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Bronze Bow&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth George   Speare&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1961&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Island of the Blue   Dolphins&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Scott O'Dell&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1960&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Onion John&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Joseph Krumgold&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1959&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Witch of   Blackbird Pond&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth George   Speare&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1958&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Rifles for Watie&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Harold Keith&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1957&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Miracles on Maple   Hill&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Virginia Sorensen&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1956&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Carry On, Mr.   Bowditch&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Jean Lee Latham&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1955&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Wheel on the   School&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Meindert DeJong&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1954&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;...And Now Miguel&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Joseph Krumgold&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1953&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Secret of the Andes&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Ann Nolan Clark&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1952&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Ginger Pye&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Eleanor Estes&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1951&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Amos Fortune, Free   Man&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth Yates&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1950&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Door in the Wall&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Marguerite de Angeli&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1949&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;King of the Wind&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Marguerite Henry&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1948&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Twenty-One   Balloons&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;William Pène du Bois&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1947&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Miss Hickory&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Carolyn Sherwin   Bailey&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1946&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Strawberry Girl&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Lois Lenski&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1945&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Rabbit Hill&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Robert Lawson&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1944&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Johnny Tremain&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Esther Forbes&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1943&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Adam of the Road&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth Janet Gray&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1942&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Matchlock Gun&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Walter Edmonds&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1941&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Call It Courage&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Armstrong Sperry&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1940&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Daniel Boone&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;James Daugherty&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1939&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Thimble Summer&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth Enright&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1938&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The White Stag&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Kate Seredy&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1937&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Roller Skates&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Ruth Sawyer&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1936&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Caddie Woodlawn&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Carol Ryrie Brink&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1935&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Dobry&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Monica Shannon&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1934&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Invincible Louisa&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Cornelia Meigs&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1933&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Young Fu of the Upper   Yangtze&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth Lewis&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1932&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Waterless Mountain&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Laura Adams Armer&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1931&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Cat Who Went to   Heaven&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Elizabeth Coatsworth&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1930&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Hitty, Her First   Hundred Years&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Rachel Field&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1929&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Trumpeter of   Krakow&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Eric P. Kelly&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1928&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Gay Neck, the Story   of a Pigeon&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Dhan Gopal Mukerji&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1927&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Smoky, the Cowhorse&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Will James&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1926&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Shen of the Sea&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Arthur Bowie Chrisman&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1925&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Tales from Silver   Lands&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Charles Finger&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1924&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Dark Frigate&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Charles Hawes&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1923&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Voyages of Doctor   Dolittle&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Hugh Lofting&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl68" style="height: 15pt; border-top: medium none;" height="20"&gt;1922&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;The Story of Mankind&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none;"&gt;Hendrik Willem van   Loon&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5250644276180342828?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5250644276180342828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5250644276180342828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5250644276180342828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5250644276180342828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/06/newbery-award-winner-goal.html' title='Newbery Award Winner Goal'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-4034167006919249765</id><published>2011-05-10T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:45:57.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Mountain Majesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsAKAiormCg/TcldnyyWjAI/AAAAAAAABLA/RBJHlJzg-k0/s1600/Picture%2B222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsAKAiormCg/TcldnyyWjAI/AAAAAAAABLA/RBJHlJzg-k0/s320/Picture%2B222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114149468539906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long, cold, bitter, long winter I usually want nothing more than to feel the warm sunshine. Now that we have had a crazy rainy cold spring, I want that summer sun even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous the mountains by my house looked last night. The words from "America The Beautiful" came to mind. We don't see a lot of real green in Utah but looking at the gorgeous greens and purples on the mountains made me reflect on how lucky we are to live in this beautiful state.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr9nhu1swa0/TcldocuzIoI/AAAAAAAABLI/VeYnEakbdfg/s1600/Picture%2B223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr9nhu1swa0/TcldocuzIoI/AAAAAAAABLI/VeYnEakbdfg/s320/Picture%2B223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605114160727925378" 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/1726504188416941536-4034167006919249765?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/4034167006919249765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=4034167006919249765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4034167006919249765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4034167006919249765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/05/purple-mountain-majesty.html' title='Purple Mountain Majesty'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TsAKAiormCg/TcldnyyWjAI/AAAAAAAABLA/RBJHlJzg-k0/s72-c/Picture%2B222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-4696848447927449298</id><published>2011-04-26T09:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:35:32.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Macaron</title><content type='html'>Now that I know I can get the taste correct on my Chocolate Macaron I need to work on other recipes as well. This weekend I tried a Lemon Macaron with a Lemon Swiss Buttercream filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the recipe exactly and the "foot" on these macarons turned out better. I will try this process with my chocolate ones to get a prettier macaron. I forgot the recipe today but I will try and post it another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the gorgeous "foot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVA3cUa8JU/Tbbl96I4_AI/AAAAAAAABKw/Sn8NbHX-vHI/s1600/Picture%2B220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVA3cUa8JU/Tbbl96I4_AI/AAAAAAAABKw/Sn8NbHX-vHI/s320/Picture%2B220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599916038423116802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the finished tart and tasty product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAuJlOO7aWU/Tbbl-MuLw-I/AAAAAAAABK4/zmXkkG8-pns/s1600/Picture%2B221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAuJlOO7aWU/Tbbl-MuLw-I/AAAAAAAABK4/zmXkkG8-pns/s320/Picture%2B221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599916043411375074" 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/1726504188416941536-4696848447927449298?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/4696848447927449298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=4696848447927449298' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4696848447927449298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4696848447927449298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/04/lemon-macaron.html' title='Lemon Macaron'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLVA3cUa8JU/Tbbl96I4_AI/AAAAAAAABKw/Sn8NbHX-vHI/s72-c/Picture%2B220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7248237264561167195</id><published>2011-04-19T09:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:58:51.681-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Macarons</title><content type='html'>If you have never experienced a French Macaron you need to get yourself down to Le Bonne Vie inside the Grand America Hotel - or you could catch a flight to Paris. I will let you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Macarons are not made out of coconut like the macaroons we are used to in American. These Macarons are almost too pretty to eat. In case you didn't know, I dream of quitting my job and opening a bakery. In the meantime I am perfecting recipes that will some day be in my adorable bakery. Macarons are challenging to make and I was extremely happy with my first attempt, the taste was spot on but the appearance needed a little work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First here is an image of Macarons (not mine)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOrToz966-8/Ta2uIPAeduI/AAAAAAAABKg/Zm6diFr-hqo/s1600/macaron1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOrToz966-8/Ta2uIPAeduI/AAAAAAAABKg/Zm6diFr-hqo/s320/macaron1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597321368382109410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now onto the recipe I used and the images of my results. You can find the recipe I used on the following &lt;a href="http://www.chow.com/recipes/28339-french-chocolate-macarons-with-chocolate-ganache"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see mine are not as pretty and the "foot" as they call in on my macarons is larger than the top. But practice makes perfect and I intend to practice until mine are gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H01qh8kWxMg/Ta2uka8skyI/AAAAAAAABKo/uokxP9v2Ep4/s1600/Picture%2B218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H01qh8kWxMg/Ta2uka8skyI/AAAAAAAABKo/uokxP9v2Ep4/s320/Picture%2B218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597321852623819554" 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/1726504188416941536-7248237264561167195?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7248237264561167195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7248237264561167195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7248237264561167195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7248237264561167195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/04/chocolate-macarons.html' title='Chocolate Macarons'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOrToz966-8/Ta2uIPAeduI/AAAAAAAABKg/Zm6diFr-hqo/s72-c/macaron1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2667243021474755814</id><published>2011-03-26T13:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:48:49.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning Success</title><content type='html'>I consider myself a very clean and organized person. I clean my house throughout the week or at least on Saturday. For the most part I pick up after myself and I do Spring cleaning twice a year. After reading a post off of my friend &lt;a href="http://linnorganized.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-cleaning-tough-love.html"&gt;Lynn's blog&lt;/a&gt; I decided that maybe even I could be doing a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I took the advice the the blog that Lynn references about &lt;a href="http://almostfamouslisa.blogspot.com/2011/03/practical-ideas-to-cleaning-try-em-out.html"&gt;Spring Cleaning&lt;/a&gt;. The ideas that resonated with me the most were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consider the Cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sentimental Items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throw It Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of this fun process I had accomplished the following:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a large pile of stuff to be sold at a yard sale (items include bags, purses, books, movies, coats, decorations, VCR, more books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My garbage can and recycle can are FULL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guest room is now strictly a guest room. No more closet full of wrapping paper, drawers full of unfinished projects, church stuff, soap making stuff, many more random items)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a collection of decorations that I have never hung up. I am working to find them a home or include them in the yard sale pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My basement storage closets are cleaned and organized so that each one has a specific purpose and everything inside is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Laundry room now has an organizer that helps keep all the laundry supplies right by the washer and dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Greatest Accomplishment - I tactled the scary spider space under the stairs. It is cleaned out and now houses the christmas tree, card table, and my luggage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course all this work has brought to the surface numerous follow up projects. I love having them written down so that I can check them off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something with the boxes and boxes of photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Store all music electronically and then sale the CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assemble flower arrangement for the basement bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choose paint for front room &amp;amp; then PAINT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assemble Food Storage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remodle basement bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a duvet cover for my bedroom, decorate my room so that it is my finished personal space.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally I did find one item that made the whole project worth it: A Fabulous ring that was my Grandma Brown's. I don't know how I forgot I had this and I never want to take it off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588538949952213906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdanLxj08Nw/TY56kM1WE5I/AAAAAAAABKY/HbG5JwKQSmY/s320/Ring.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Friends. . . take a few minutes to read the blog about &lt;a href="http://almostfamouslisa.blogspot.com/2011/03/practical-ideas-to-cleaning-try-em-out.html"&gt;Spring Cleaning&lt;/a&gt; and then follow through! It is worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2667243021474755814?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2667243021474755814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2667243021474755814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2667243021474755814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2667243021474755814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-cleaning-success.html' title='Spring Cleaning Success'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdanLxj08Nw/TY56kM1WE5I/AAAAAAAABKY/HbG5JwKQSmY/s72-c/Ring.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7986122522237094598</id><published>2011-02-23T09:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:10:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned At Traffic School</title><content type='html'>I had the great pleasure of attending traffic school last night thanks to a little speeding ticket. I thought I would share with each of you the wealth of knowledge that I have now acquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world is full of "unique" people. If you thought Walmart was amazing for people watching you obviously have not been to traffic school. One woman could have been pretty except for the long straight bleach blond hair and the ORANGE skin. I do not exagerrate here....her skin was completely Oompa Loompa orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The elderly gentleman who does SLC traffic school has a very dry sense of humor and he obviously likes teaching the class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attending traffic school does clear your record but it will cost you an extra $75 on top of your ticket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a pedestrian is crossing the road you are required to wait until they are one lane car distance from your car. So the only time they have to be all the way across the street is on a single lane intersection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You WILL leave the class smelling strange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;All in all I recommend that you just obey the laws and avoid getting tickets and attending traffic school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7986122522237094598?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7986122522237094598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7986122522237094598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7986122522237094598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7986122522237094598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-learned-at-traffic-school.html' title='What I Learned At Traffic School'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8167414217744235129</id><published>2011-02-14T07:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:33:07.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Red Velvet Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0wp4j3CnOI/TVk8woVnlmI/AAAAAAAABKI/ZfAcuuP1KOQ/s1600/Picture%2B214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0wp4j3CnOI/TVk8woVnlmI/AAAAAAAABKI/ZfAcuuP1KOQ/s320/Picture%2B214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573552820007179874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner yesterday I wanted to make a "valentine" dessert. A while back while eating at Cheesecake Factory, my Mom and I tried the Red Velvet Cheesecake. It was really pretty good. I found this recipe and decided it was the perfect "valentine" dessert. It is a little time consuming but very tasty and quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeueMlz0kHA/TVk8vwe-e6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/DUnqNMJDjl4/s1600/Picture%2B216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeueMlz0kHA/TVk8vwe-e6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/DUnqNMJDjl4/s320/Picture%2B216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573552805014043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the cheesecake:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 pounds bar cream cheese (20 oz), room temperature&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon finely grated lemon zest, plus 1/2 tablespoon fresh lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the cake:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 c. cake flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 c. buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP (1 oz.) red food coloring&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. white distilled vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the frosting:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;12 oz. butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3 c. confectioners' sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bar white or dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For cheesecake:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Set a kettle of water to boil. Using an  electric mixer, beat cream cheese on medium until fluffy, scraping down  side of bowl. Gradually add sugar, beating until fluffy. Beat in lemon  zest and juice, and salt. Beat in eggs, one at a time, scraping down  side of bowl after each addition. Beat in sour cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut parchment paper in a circle and line the bottom of the cheesecake  pan. Wrap bottom half of pan in foil. Pour in filling; place in a  roasting pan. Pour in boiling water to come halfway up side of  springform. Bake until just set in center, about 45 minutes. Remove pan  from water; let cool 20 minutes. Run a paring knife around edge; let  cool completely. Cover; chill overnight, then wrap in plastic wrap and  freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the cake:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350°. Sift together flour, sugar, baking soda, cocoa, and salt into a medium bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat eggs, oil, buttermilk, food coloring, vanilla, and vinegar in a  large bowl with an electric mixer until well combined. Add dry  ingredients and beat until smooth, about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide batter evenly between 2 greased and floured 9" round cake pans  and bake 25-30 minutes, rotating halfway through, until a toothpick  inserted in the center of each cake comes out clean. Let cakes cool 5  minutes, then invert each onto a plate, then invert again onto a cooling  rack. Let cakes cool completely, then level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frosting:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat cream cheese, butter, and vanilla together in a large bowl with an  electric mixer until combined. Add sugar and beat until frosting is  light and fluffy, 5–7 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assembly:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place bottom layer on cake stand. Remove cheesecake from freezer,  unwrap, and remove from metal bottom, then peel off parchment paper.  Place cheesecake layer on top of the bottom layer of the red velvet  cake. If the cheesecake is wider than the cake, and it is necessary to  to trim it, wait approximately 10 minutes for the cheesecake to soften,  then trim it with a knife. Place top layer of cake on top of the  cheesecake, and coat with a generous layer of the cream cheese frosting  to act as the crumb coat. Be careful not to get any red velvet crumbs in  the bowl of frosting! Refrigerate approximately 30 minutes, then frost  with as much of the remaining frosting as necessary. Top with shaved  white chocolate and/or shaved dark chocolate. Refrigerate until ready to  serve. (This cake doesn't have to stay in the fridge until IMMEDIATELY  before serving, so don't worry if you have a 30 minute lapse between the  refrigerator and serving.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8167414217744235129?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8167414217744235129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8167414217744235129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8167414217744235129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8167414217744235129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-velvet-cheesecake.html' title='Red Velvet Cheesecake'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0wp4j3CnOI/TVk8woVnlmI/AAAAAAAABKI/ZfAcuuP1KOQ/s72-c/Picture%2B214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6198335048239143646</id><published>2011-02-10T10:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:56:13.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Cookie Recipe - THE BEST</title><content type='html'>Over the course of the last few months I have been hunting for the perfect chocolate cookie recipe. Maybe you are in the same boat as me where you love chocolate cookies but only when they first come out of the oven. Then you have a couple hour window to shovel in all the cookies before they get hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends....no more. Thanks to Jen Matthews for providing me with the perfect chocolate cookie that stays soft. In fact I think they are even better the next day. Use the following recipe with any type of chip. I have used Andes Mint bits, white chocolate chips, Andes Peppermint bits, Hersey's peppermint kisses pressed in the middle... all were delicious. 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Combine sugars, butter, eggs &amp;amp; vanilla.  Add flour, cocoa, soda &amp;amp; salt.  Stir in chips.  Bake 8-10 min.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;True Confessions...I didn't take this photo but mine looked just as good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TVQmk3StkDI/AAAAAAAABJw/USBkdxOGF3Q/s1600/mint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TVQmk3StkDI/AAAAAAAABJw/USBkdxOGF3Q/s320/mint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572121053723725874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&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/1726504188416941536-6198335048239143646?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6198335048239143646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6198335048239143646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6198335048239143646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6198335048239143646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/02/chocolate-cookie-recipe-best.html' title='Chocolate Cookie Recipe - THE BEST'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TVQmk3StkDI/AAAAAAAABJw/USBkdxOGF3Q/s72-c/mint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8234242359862013359</id><published>2011-01-24T07:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:29:03.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apron (I don't want to get dirty)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TT2MLC_3IaI/AAAAAAAABJU/m99KPl6p9iA/s1600/Picture%2B210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TT2MLC_3IaI/AAAAAAAABJU/m99KPl6p9iA/s320/Picture%2B210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565758835910975906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my Mom, Lori and I went to Cedar City for the Shakespearean Festival. While doing some shopping we came upon a little fabric store. I had been wanting to make an apron for a while but I never found the right pattern. Thanks to this little store I finally found what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Apron so cute that I don't want it to get dirty. This apron is reversible and it almost looks more like a dress. You can tie the straps in many different ways. The best part was that it wasn't that difficult to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my favorite side and I like the straps tied in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TT2MLrZ1g2I/AAAAAAAABJc/XY1AdIYRHxo/s1600/Picture%2B212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TT2MLrZ1g2I/AAAAAAAABJc/XY1AdIYRHxo/s320/Picture%2B212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565758846757340002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TT2MMOrJtGI/AAAAAAAABJk/2RXy4_H5gpo/s1600/Picture%2B213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TT2MMOrJtGI/AAAAAAAABJk/2RXy4_H5gpo/s320/Picture%2B213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565758856225207394" 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/1726504188416941536-8234242359862013359?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8234242359862013359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8234242359862013359' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8234242359862013359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8234242359862013359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/01/apron-i-dont-want-to-get-dirty.html' title='The Apron (I don&apos;t want to get dirty)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TT2MLC_3IaI/AAAAAAAABJU/m99KPl6p9iA/s72-c/Picture%2B210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6116414099450744945</id><published>2011-01-04T08:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T08:45:52.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - New Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well it is another year not to mention another decade, Welcome to 2011! I always like to set a couple New Year's Resolutions and I hope that I can accomplish at least a couple of them. So with that said here are last years goal, how I did, and this years goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep up the good habits I formed in 2009: I did better on the scripture study, kept up the exercise, and wrote in my journal regularly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daily Scripture Study - probably 80%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regular Temple Attendance - Failed miserably&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Quilt - YES!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish Bathroom Remodel - YES!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose the few pounds I put on over the holidays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend Temple Once a Month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daily Scripture Study&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am keeping it simple this year because the second two are so important and I am so upset with myself from last year. I want that to be a focus for this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6116414099450744945?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6116414099450744945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6116414099450744945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6116414099450744945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6116414099450744945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-resolutions.html' title='New Year - New Resolutions'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1571890988078129261</id><published>2010-12-29T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:42:27.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28: 30 Days of Gratitude - Nyquil</title><content type='html'>When a cold or flu comes out of no where and smacks me in the face (like last night) there is nothing I want more than to load up on my beloved Nyquil and go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1571890988078129261?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1571890988078129261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1571890988078129261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1571890988078129261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1571890988078129261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-28-30-days-of-gratitude-nyquil.html' title='Day 28: 30 Days of Gratitude - Nyquil'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7603535889393897979</id><published>2010-12-28T07:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:54:15.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: 30 Days of Gratitude - Creature Comforts</title><content type='html'>I am grateful the creature comforts in my life that I probably take advantage of. I am thankful to have a roof over my head, a warm home with central heating and air conditioning, blankets, soft pillows and down comforters. Hot chocolate and a never ending supply of food and water. Cell phones so I can talk to family any time and any where, T.V. and iPods for constant entertainment, money in my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people in the world that have very little or nothing. I feel blessed for the bounty in my life but I also realize how my happiness does not depend on having these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7603535889393897979?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7603535889393897979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7603535889393897979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7603535889393897979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7603535889393897979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-27-30-days-of-gratitude-creature.html' title='Day 27: 30 Days of Gratitude - Creature Comforts'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8547338112801458315</id><published>2010-12-27T07:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:39:06.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: 30 Days of Gratitude - 473</title><content type='html'>I am grateful this cold icy morning (although it appears the snow didn't make it to Salt Lake) for my bus - number 473.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for my bus. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would be white knuckling it more than I would like (I hate driving in snow thanks to a little accident in Idaho). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would probably not read my scriptures as often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't read the Ensign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't get a 15 minute afternoon nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't have the joy that comes with my alternate "bus life" (it is a whole other world riding the bus)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would have to fill my car with gas at least once a week instead of twice a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wouldn't get to wear my hilarious winter bus outfit every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8547338112801458315?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8547338112801458315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8547338112801458315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8547338112801458315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8547338112801458315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-26-30-days-of-gratitude-473.html' title='Day 26: 30 Days of Gratitude - 473'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7162868560688308850</id><published>2010-12-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:34:12.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25: 30 Days of Gratitude - "Belated" White Christmas</title><content type='html'>I hate being cold and most of the time I really hate the snow. But without fail I want every Christmas to be white. This years it looked more like a cold Spring day. Dreary, bleak, damp, and barren looking. As Sacrament meeting ended I was thrilled to look outside and see that snow was falling. It continued in Kaysville for a few hours. Thanks for the belated White Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7162868560688308850?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7162868560688308850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7162868560688308850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7162868560688308850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7162868560688308850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-25-30-days-of-gratitude-belated.html' title='Day 25: 30 Days of Gratitude - &quot;Belated&quot; White Christmas'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5862747503089384308</id><published>2010-12-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T07:00:00.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: 30 Days of Gratitude - My Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRPl3bFqMXI/AAAAAAAABJI/XQed4W17UmQ/s1600/christus_main_product.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554035505805013362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRPl3bFqMXI/AAAAAAAABJI/XQed4W17UmQ/s320/christus_main_product.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is only thing that I felt deserved to be on today's gratitude blog. If there is one thing that I am grateful for every minute of every day it is My Savior - Jesus Christ. Everything that I am and can be is all thanks to the birth, life and atonement of this Man. I marvel that he chose to condesend to earth and live and die for me. This time of year we all tend to focus on Christ and I wish that more people would focus the rest of the year on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you take this time to express you love and gratitude for all the Jesus Christ has done for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5862747503089384308?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5862747503089384308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5862747503089384308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5862747503089384308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5862747503089384308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-24-30-days-of-gratitude-my-savior.html' title='Day 24: 30 Days of Gratitude - My Savior'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRPl3bFqMXI/AAAAAAAABJI/XQed4W17UmQ/s72-c/christus_main_product.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-67923449491447736</id><published>2010-12-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T07:00:01.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23: 30 Days of Gratitude - Food Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRPlIfeHRAI/AAAAAAAABJA/in4QiHew6Zw/s1600/food%252520network%252520logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554034699527472130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRPlIfeHRAI/AAAAAAAABJA/in4QiHew6Zw/s320/food%252520network%252520logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home we be as silent as a grave if it wasn't for the Food Network. I am grateful that such a channel exists. I could spend all day watching the programs and trying out the recipes. This thankfullness goes along with all the food websites that I love to follow. I have stacks and stack of recipes waiting to be tested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-67923449491447736?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/67923449491447736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=67923449491447736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/67923449491447736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/67923449491447736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-23-30-days-of-gratitude-food.html' title='Day 23: 30 Days of Gratitude - Food Network'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRPlIfeHRAI/AAAAAAAABJA/in4QiHew6Zw/s72-c/food%252520network%252520logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2495036600132074750</id><published>2010-12-23T17:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:03:37.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: 30 Days of Gratitude - Kindness of Strangers</title><content type='html'>We may have to have our heads checked, because my Mom and I decided to run out to Macy's, Walmart and Sam's Club. Three of the worst places to be 2 days before Christmas. Traffic is crazy and the stores are crowded. It was nice to see so many people staying calm and allowing in cars, making way for each other, not fighting over parking, and being patient. I know this isn't always the case but today everyone seemed so kind and respectful. I am grateful for the goodness that is in each of us. May we all be kind to others at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2495036600132074750?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2495036600132074750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2495036600132074750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2495036600132074750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2495036600132074750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-22-30-days-of-gratitude-kindness-of.html' title='Day 22: 30 Days of Gratitude - Kindness of Strangers'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7876131196710756311</id><published>2010-12-22T07:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:17:34.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: 30 Days of Christmas: Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRIHzcUQpMI/AAAAAAAABI4/5sMZxElyhis/s1600/Family.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRIHzcUQpMI/AAAAAAAABI4/5sMZxElyhis/s400/Family.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553509870857135298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't resist posting this old beauty of a photo. Only the men look nice and someone classic without looking dated like us ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eternally thankful for my wonderful family. I find myself marveling all the time at how great they are. I remember sitting in the Mesa Temple when Kris was sealed to Kevin. I looked around the sealing room and felt so blessed to be in the Temple with my parents and ALL my siblings. I'm not sure what my parents did so right to raise just amazing faithful children - but it worked. I love knowing that we can all be together for eternity. I'm so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7876131196710756311?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7876131196710756311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7876131196710756311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7876131196710756311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7876131196710756311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-21-30-days-of-christmas-family.html' title='Day 21: 30 Days of Christmas: Family'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRIHzcUQpMI/AAAAAAAABI4/5sMZxElyhis/s72-c/Family.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1876327151035113915</id><published>2010-12-21T08:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:35:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20: 30 Days of Gratitude - Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRDIiqn89SI/AAAAAAAABIw/Ru-O9RclY1Y/s1600/Picture%2B301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRDIiqn89SI/AAAAAAAABIw/Ru-O9RclY1Y/s320/Picture%2B301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553158838430790946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I am stealing this from Jocelyn, but I promise I had it planned. I thank the Heavens for fresh, delicious, juicy, sweet, divine FRUIT! I have always loved this stuff. I remember a Hot Summer Day sitting in Lundgreen's cherry tree and eating cherries. You can probably guess the outcome. But don't think that deterred me from my love of fruit. Even though I am single I can buy fruit at Costco and eat it before it goes bad. And as my friend Kristen pointed out in Australia "I can eat my body weight in fruit." My ideal meal would consist of fresh fruit, crusty bread and cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1876327151035113915?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1876327151035113915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1876327151035113915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1876327151035113915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1876327151035113915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-20-30-days-of-gratitude-fruit.html' title='Day 20: 30 Days of Gratitude - Fruit'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TRDIiqn89SI/AAAAAAAABIw/Ru-O9RclY1Y/s72-c/Picture%2B301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6542903486750280230</id><published>2010-12-20T07:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:59:46.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: 30 Days of Gratitude - Airplanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9vXhsQlHI/AAAAAAAABIo/J82qk8kgPFQ/s1600/airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9vXhsQlHI/AAAAAAAABIo/J82qk8kgPFQ/s320/airplane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552779315542791282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to travel and I love that I can hop on a plane and be at my destination within hours not weeks or months. Airplanes are the most amazing invention that I can think of. The fact that a huge mass of steal will stay in the air boggles my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the opportunities I have had to travel. I always say that the only perk to being single is the fact that I have been able to travel so many places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6542903486750280230?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6542903486750280230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6542903486750280230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6542903486750280230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6542903486750280230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-19-30-days-of-gratitude-airplanes.html' title='Day 19: 30 Days of Gratitude - Airplanes'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9vXhsQlHI/AAAAAAAABIo/J82qk8kgPFQ/s72-c/airplane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7895008733939649369</id><published>2010-12-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:52:05.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: 30 Days of Gratitude - Fat Day</title><content type='html'>You might ask yourself "What is Fat Day?" At my work we have a Fat Day (it used to be 5 Fat Days of Christmas). We decorate like crazy and have food all day, there is even a theme. I think The Office stole their Party Planning Committee humor from us. We enjoy the day starting with breakfast in Canada (the theme was Christmas Around the World). Beverages all day in Europe, Snacks in Mexico, Lunch in China and the U.S. and finally dessert in the Caribbean jungle. I am grateful for crazy people who love to party. Check out some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9teDCiAdI/AAAAAAAABIY/OQAZUe4FmoQ/s1600/Picture%2B206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9teDCiAdI/AAAAAAAABIY/OQAZUe4FmoQ/s320/Picture%2B206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552777228550537682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9tedBYzVI/AAAAAAAABIg/md8qDUB0pFU/s1600/Picture%2B207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9tedBYzVI/AAAAAAAABIg/md8qDUB0pFU/s320/Picture%2B207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552777235525061970" 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/1726504188416941536-7895008733939649369?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7895008733939649369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7895008733939649369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7895008733939649369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7895008733939649369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-18-30-days-of-gratitude-fat-day.html' title='Day 18: 30 Days of Gratitude - Fat Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQ9teDCiAdI/AAAAAAAABIY/OQAZUe4FmoQ/s72-c/Picture%2B206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2470476317169464441</id><published>2010-12-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:46:00.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: 30 Days of Gratitude - Christmas Hymns</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year and I can't wait for Thanksgiving to be over so that I can start listening to Christmas songs. Yesterday was our choir Christmas Sacrament meeting. They always do a great job of including the audience to sing along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2470476317169464441?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2470476317169464441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2470476317169464441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2470476317169464441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2470476317169464441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-17-30-days-of-gratitude-christmas.html' title='Day 17: 30 Days of Gratitude - Christmas Hymns'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6981311005055892576</id><published>2010-12-17T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:00:06.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: 30 Days of Gratitude - Delta Dash</title><content type='html'>Most of you are probably saying to yourself right now. . . What the What is Delta Dash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I am grateful for Delta Dash because it is hopefully going to make my day. I have a couple going on a mission to the Middle East. Their visas were supposed to be back today at the latest. That didn't happen so I pushed their travel to Saturday. Which meant the visas HAD to be set FedEX TODAY!! Well, the Consulate in D.C. was closed yesterday because of weather. They probably had two snowflakes fall. Now it may seem like there is no way to get a visa from D.C. to Salt Lake in the same day. That is where Delta Dash comes in. This is the ability (if you are a verified shipper, which the Church is) to put a package on a Delta commercial flight. There is a direct flight from D.C. that arrives in SLC at 8:30pm. As long as nothing else goes wrong, and the missionaries in D.C. make it to the loading area of the airport in time, I should have those passports in hand tomorrow evening. With a few hours to spare before their 8am flight Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Heavens for Delta Dash!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6981311005055892576?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6981311005055892576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6981311005055892576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6981311005055892576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6981311005055892576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-16-30-days-of-gratitude-delta-dash.html' title='Day 16: 30 Days of Gratitude - Delta Dash'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3817957838712642764</id><published>2010-12-16T07:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:56:32.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: 30 Days of Gratitude - Clue (Board Games)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQooSEL6ToI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xSPFsYccI-Y/s1600/clue_board_1986_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQooSEL6ToI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xSPFsYccI-Y/s320/clue_board_1986_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551293781514014338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a little known fact for some of you, but I love the game Clue. I am grateful for all boardgames (except Monopoly, I fully realize I have angered many of you now). I love getting together with family or friends and playing games. It is such a great way to bring people together, have fun, and more importantly solve crimes. I think I own about 6 different versions of Clue and I would love to own all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for your family and friends. Show that gratitude by having them over this holiday season to play your favorite games. By the way it was Ms. Scarlet in the Conservatory with the Candlestick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3817957838712642764?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3817957838712642764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3817957838712642764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3817957838712642764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3817957838712642764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-15-30-days-of-gratitude-clue-board.html' title='Day 15: 30 Days of Gratitude - Clue (Board Games)'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQooSEL6ToI/AAAAAAAABIQ/xSPFsYccI-Y/s72-c/clue_board_1986_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6953951986686961440</id><published>2010-12-15T07:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:51:52.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: 30 Days of Gratitude - Employment</title><content type='html'>During this difficult economy, I find myself more and more grateful for my employment. There are so many people right now that are out of work and have been so for a while. I can't image the stress of trying to provide for myself let alone a family without a job. There have certainly been times where I wish I worked somewhere else but right now I love my job and I express my gratitude for it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only my current job but I have been extremely lucky all my years of employment to work at great places. Let's take a stroll down memory lane and give thanks for my cool jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mowing Lawns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaysville Theater (loved the free popcorn and movies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowman's Deli and then later the Service Counter (I miss grab bags)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joanie's Diner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usher at Ricks College (I could do my homework and get my cultural arts credit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joanie's Diner again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Admissions Office at BYU (still my all time favorite job)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 sleepy morning cleaning buildings at BYU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hart's Gas Station (where I perfected my addiction to Dr. Pepper)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Church Travel&lt;br /&gt;&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/1726504188416941536-6953951986686961440?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6953951986686961440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6953951986686961440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6953951986686961440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6953951986686961440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-14-30-days-of-gratitude-employment.html' title='Day 14: 30 Days of Gratitude - Employment'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6791088235137097421</id><published>2010-12-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:00:11.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: 30 Days of Gratitude - Treats</title><content type='html'>I have always had a sweet tooth, especially around Christmas. This is the time of year when so many homemade treats abound. This year I took Friday off in order to spend all day baking treats for my neighborhood gifts. I think for me this may be my favorite holiday tradition. I'm not sure what I would do with candy, snacks, cookies, cakes, pies, chocolates....I need to stop talking about it because I am drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the results of 9 hours of baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQYvts8YTjI/AAAAAAAABII/RszxUEHWfAA/s1600/Picture%2B197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQYvts8YTjI/AAAAAAAABII/RszxUEHWfAA/s320/Picture%2B197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550176052985744946" 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/1726504188416941536-6791088235137097421?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6791088235137097421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6791088235137097421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6791088235137097421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6791088235137097421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-13-30-days-of-gratitude-treats.html' title='Day 13: 30 Days of Gratitude - Treats'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQYvts8YTjI/AAAAAAAABII/RszxUEHWfAA/s72-c/Picture%2B197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8112866112887003653</id><published>2010-12-13T07:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:32:13.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: 30 Days of Gratitude - Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQYtnVwRh5I/AAAAAAAABH4/A-kb7O5cPhc/s1600/Picture%2B204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQYtnVwRh5I/AAAAAAAABH4/A-kb7O5cPhc/s400/Picture%2B204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550173744658483090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed in my life to have some great friends. This lovely group of ladies make up my monthly dinner group. We all met in the Bair Canyon Singles Branch. In order to stay close as friends (now that we all go to different wards) we get together once a month to try out a new restaurant. In December we meet at someone's home for a appetizer &amp;amp; dessert bar. This was another great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8112866112887003653?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8112866112887003653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8112866112887003653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8112866112887003653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8112866112887003653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-12-30-days-of-gratitude-friends.html' title='Day 12: 30 Days of Gratitude - Friends'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQYtnVwRh5I/AAAAAAAABH4/A-kb7O5cPhc/s72-c/Picture%2B204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7795020945326124091</id><published>2010-12-12T19:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:04:50.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: 30 Days of Gratitude - The Amazing Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQWNRDWCUEI/AAAAAAAABHw/4KmyQdG6LcI/s1600/Amazing-Race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549997439899029570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQWNRDWCUEI/AAAAAAAABHw/4KmyQdG6LcI/s320/Amazing-Race.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the first season, I have been hooked on The Amazing Race. I love traveling and I have a seriously competitive side to me. I love Sunday nights because I get to sit on the edge of my couch and cheer on my favorite pair. My friend Amberly and I have talked for years about apply for this show. We always felt like we could be the first all girl team to win (that can't happen now). Every Monday at work we would discuss all the challenges, which one we would have picked or who would have completed the task. We would kick some butt. Sadly she wasn't a citizen of the U.S. for years and then you decided to have 3 babies instead. Now that she is done having kids it might be time to finally apply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this show and I am grateful for every Sunday I get to spend watching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7795020945326124091?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7795020945326124091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7795020945326124091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7795020945326124091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7795020945326124091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-11-30-days-of-gratitude-amazing.html' title='Day 11: 30 Days of Gratitude - The Amazing Race'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQWNRDWCUEI/AAAAAAAABHw/4KmyQdG6LcI/s72-c/Amazing-Race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1979972820723939120</id><published>2010-12-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T07:00:05.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: 30 Days of Gratitude - Exercise</title><content type='html'>Whether it is spinning, weight lifting, interval training, step, running, stair machine...You name it - I love it. A couple years ago I decided it was time to drop the college pounds not to mention the full time job pounds. When I began the diet I focused on the exercising, I felt that I needed to make it a habit and try my best to enjoy it. Little did I know that I would come to love it, need it, and look forward to it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I workout at least 5 days a week for 1.5 to 2 hours each day. It makes me happy, I feel great, and it is just plain old fashion fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't resist posting a photo from a Jane Fonda workout video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQL-ee4lA0I/AAAAAAAABHo/9fP87X1zdOs/s1600/workout400x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549277490513773378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQL-ee4lA0I/AAAAAAAABHo/9fP87X1zdOs/s400/workout400x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1979972820723939120?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1979972820723939120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1979972820723939120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1979972820723939120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1979972820723939120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-9-30-days-of-gratitude-exercise.html' title='Day 9: 30 Days of Gratitude - Exercise'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TQL-ee4lA0I/AAAAAAAABHo/9fP87X1zdOs/s72-c/workout400x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7086762268211661646</id><published>2010-12-10T21:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:17:45.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: 30 Days of Gratitude - Paid Vacation Days</title><content type='html'>I am grateful to work in a job where you get paid to take days off. It is some times the only things that keeps me coming to work. I love that when I want to take a day off or go on vacation I can do get paid for it. Today was one of those prime examples where I needed a day to get things done and I accomplished a lot AND got paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7086762268211661646?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7086762268211661646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7086762268211661646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7086762268211661646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7086762268211661646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-8-30-days-of-gratitude-paid.html' title='Day 8: 30 Days of Gratitude - Paid Vacation Days'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-250935787092065819</id><published>2010-12-09T07:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:00:13.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: 30 Days of Gratitude - BOOKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP5Ju_cscRI/AAAAAAAABG8/xBy6OE0g6YM/s1600/Books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP5Ju_cscRI/AAAAAAAABG8/xBy6OE0g6YM/s320/Books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547952862621626642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Anyone who says they have only one life to live must not know how to read a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I am stranded on a island, reliving a moment in history, solving a murder, tracking down terrorists, flying through space or time, seeking revenge, or falling in love - A good book allows me to be anyone I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember the exact moment when I realized I loved to read. I remember thinking it was OK during grade school and by Junior High I was reading books behind my text book so the teachers wouldn't see. Jr. High is also when I started to master the art of walking and reading. An Art form I perfected in college. I am so grateful for all the wonderful literature that is out there waiting for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote I found that cracks me up, it is sort of like the saying always wear clean underwear in case you are in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;~P.J. O'Rourke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-250935787092065819?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/250935787092065819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=250935787092065819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/250935787092065819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/250935787092065819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-6-30-days-of-gratitude-books.html' title='Day 7: 30 Days of Gratitude - BOOKS'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP5Ju_cscRI/AAAAAAAABG8/xBy6OE0g6YM/s72-c/Books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6188396847508644014</id><published>2010-12-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:35:59.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: 30 Days of Gratitude - My Childhood</title><content type='html'>My fellow bloggers that are from Kaysville will understand how grateful I am for my childhood and the upbringing that we were able to have. To me it is the perfect American town where we could play in the streets, walk to Bowmans or the Snowshack for a treat, play in the gully. . . you could trust your neighbors (well maybe not Crazy Jim, but doesn't every small American town need a crazy Jim), summers were warm, winters were snowy and white. You made friendships to last a life time. Ahhhh - Just Love It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist a few photos from the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenny &amp;amp; Patches (the best cat a girl could ever have, isn't Patches adorable?)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-UqrYofHI/AAAAAAAABHE/42ft27MMpxw/s1600/Patches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-UqrYofHI/AAAAAAAABHE/42ft27MMpxw/s400/Patches.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548316726865198194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testing out Dad's camping gear, we went camping a lot&lt;br /&gt;Check out the gorgeous velvety wallpaper and the hideous carpet and tile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-Urbq2cYI/AAAAAAAABHU/mZYaikXwD1s/s1600/Camping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-Urbq2cYI/AAAAAAAABHU/mZYaikXwD1s/s400/Camping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548316739826512258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5th Birthday (I think this was Gailey Park)&lt;br /&gt;You might see yourself. . Kris and Jessica&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-Ur0MHMrI/AAAAAAAABHc/mipVCuTto98/s1600/5th%2BBirthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-Ur0MHMrI/AAAAAAAABHc/mipVCuTto98/s400/5th%2BBirthday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548316746408473266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horseback riding (not sure where we are, I'm thinking Jackson Hole)&lt;br /&gt;Classic picture of me biting my fingernails, my favorite pastime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-UrFvHLiI/AAAAAAAABHM/QUROnb4NZWM/s1600/Horses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-UrFvHLiI/AAAAAAAABHM/QUROnb4NZWM/s400/Horses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548316733938806306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6188396847508644014?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6188396847508644014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6188396847508644014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6188396847508644014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6188396847508644014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-6-30-days-of-gratitude-my-childhood.html' title='Day 6: 30 Days of Gratitude - My Childhood'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TP-UqrYofHI/AAAAAAAABHE/42ft27MMpxw/s72-c/Patches.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3793143560247592961</id><published>2010-12-07T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:00:12.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: 30 Days of Gratitude - Kaysville 5th Ward</title><content type='html'>I know that some of you may feel that you have a pretty good Ward, but I here to tell you that I won the lottery when it comes to Ward boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Thankful every day for buying a house in the Kaysville 5th Ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I moved in men stopped by to help and bring me a Ward directory. Even though I was still going to a singles ward at the time people made me feel so welcome. I was featured in the next month's 5th Amendment (Ward Newsletter). If it was too snowy to drive to SLC for Church I would attend the 5th Ward and people would come introduce themselves to me (they already knew who I was). In Relief Society they would ask if I was finally coming to the Ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so welcome and I wasn't even attending yet. Once I did attend I felt completely comfortable attending the Summer Party by myself because I was never alone. Within 3 weeks I was called to the Young Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an old timer I watch as new families come in and they are greeted with the same open arms &amp;amp; hearts. These people are the salt of the earth. They care about each other and look out for each other. I have made some amazing close friends that I am sure to have for years and years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My sweet neighbors the Kings have been like second parents. They really look after me. After living in the house for about a year Brother King told me that he does hope I get married but I should understand that the rule is I must NEVER move. I told him I would do my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3793143560247592961?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3793143560247592961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3793143560247592961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3793143560247592961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3793143560247592961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-5-30-days-of-gratitude-kaysville.html' title='Day 5: 30 Days of Gratitude - Kaysville 5th Ward'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5733435417978768160</id><published>2010-12-06T08:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:06:15.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: 30 Days of Gratitude - DVR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPlj7FdZM_I/AAAAAAAABGs/2g6IArfNAEs/s1600/DVR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPlj7FdZM_I/AAAAAAAABGs/2g6IArfNAEs/s320/DVR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546574282812371954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DVR or TiVO...it doesn't matter which one you have, this is the greatest invention since sliced bread. I know this may seem like a silly thing to be grateful for but I really am. The frivolous side it allows me to record limitless(almost) programs and watch them when I get around to it or while I am doing housework. Plus no more stressing when you out and you realize that your favorite program was going to be on T.V. (Didn't you just hate that feeling, because back then Hulu didn't exist either). On the positive, some up uplifting side, you can skip commercials. There are so many stupid and inappropriate commercials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5733435417978768160?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5733435417978768160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5733435417978768160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5733435417978768160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5733435417978768160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-4-30-days-of-gratitude-dvr.html' title='Day 4: 30 Days of Gratitude - DVR'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPlj7FdZM_I/AAAAAAAABGs/2g6IArfNAEs/s72-c/DVR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8449391756309177019</id><published>2010-12-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:00:05.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: 30 Days of Gratitude - A Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPlnRo0hiWI/AAAAAAAABG0/UJ-Rm7L7iSI/s1600/Monson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPlnRo0hiWI/AAAAAAAABG0/UJ-Rm7L7iSI/s320/Monson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546577968796633442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Thank Thee O God For a Prophet. It is such blessing to be a member of God's true Church on this earth. We are so blessed to have a living prophet to lead us and guide us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I get to read messages from a prophet of God on a regular basis. If you haven't gone to www.lds.org you should check out the recent articule from President Monson called: &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/10/the-three-rs-of-choice?lang=eng"&gt;The Three R's of Choice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8449391756309177019?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8449391756309177019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8449391756309177019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8449391756309177019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8449391756309177019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-3-30-days-of-gratitude-prophet.html' title='Day 3: 30 Days of Gratitude - A Prophet'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPlnRo0hiWI/AAAAAAAABG0/UJ-Rm7L7iSI/s72-c/Monson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6430860836766093047</id><published>2010-12-04T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:00:00.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: 30 Days of Gratitude - Popsicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPkJcg9gl5I/AAAAAAAABGc/RyP-O15wjj0/s1600/popsicle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPkJcg9gl5I/AAAAAAAABGc/RyP-O15wjj0/s320/popsicle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546474801572386706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those of you that know me well, you understand my pure love of that delicious icy treat - The Popsicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All year you can check my freezer and find Otter Pops, Pace Pops, Creamies, Yogurt Popsicles etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Me A Popsicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the childish joy that I get every time I eat a Popsicle. Most of you don't know that when I die I want everyone to stand around my grave, eat a Pace Popsicle and toss the stick on top of my casket instead of flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6430860836766093047?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6430860836766093047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6430860836766093047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6430860836766093047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6430860836766093047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2-30-days-of-gratitude-popsicles.html' title='Day 2: 30 Days of Gratitude - Popsicles'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TPkJcg9gl5I/AAAAAAAABGc/RyP-O15wjj0/s72-c/popsicle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2392826885449425692</id><published>2010-12-03T07:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:20:37.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: 30 Days of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I am copying this idea from my friend Jocelyn. The challenge is to think of something you are grateful for each day and write it in your blog. I've thought about this a lot lately as I have contemplated the idea of starting a Gratitude Journal (this idea is even better). I find myself many times focusing on the things that I don't have or wish I had. It is time to focus my thoughts on the things that I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: I am so Thankful for my nieces and nephews. I have not been blessed to be married and have children of my own. At times I find myself too caught up in the fact that I don't have kids of my own. Then I feel the love from a beautiful niece/nephew. They fill my life with so much joy and happiness and I work hard to be a positive part of their lives. Here's to each one of them for the special way they affect my life and I figured I might as well list them each and what I love about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon -&lt;/span&gt; He was the cutest baby and the first. I love what a big dork he can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geoffrey -&lt;/span&gt; His example, he is the best missionary and I miss sitting and hearing first hand about his dating life and rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitchell -&lt;/span&gt; He secretly still says I'm his favorite (As a small boy he thought I was his sister and I still get choked up when I remember that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenessa -&lt;/span&gt; Her love of reading, I love talking books and life with her. She is an amazing smart woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Megan -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's hard to put my finger on exactly what she does, but Megan always makes me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaitlyn -&lt;/span&gt; Is the peacemaker. As a little girl I loved that she always seemed so grown up. She wanted to be with the grownups more than the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily -&lt;/span&gt; She will always be my M&amp;amp;M, Emily has the sweetest and most caring personality. She is unbelievably selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashton -&lt;/span&gt; He still gives the best hugs (even though he is so grown up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haley -&lt;/span&gt; I love that she is so pretty and she doesn't even know it. This is the girl who loves wearing random T-shirts that are too big and her hair in a pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spenser -&lt;/span&gt; He is the little brother I never got, I love arguing with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malcolm -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For making me laugh, this kid is Hilarious (with a capital H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacob -&lt;/span&gt; I love his quiet friendship, he may not speak for hours or days but then out of now where he will share a great story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kalie -&lt;/span&gt; Her laugh, she is a lot like her Dad where once they get laughing I can't help but join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dalton -&lt;/span&gt; He is our tiny man and the most adorable boy to ever live. His favorite aunt is definitely Kris so I love him for being sad about not seeing me for a while after they moved to Panama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; Nicholas -&lt;/span&gt; Being amazing Big Bros to Sarah and Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah - &lt;/span&gt;I think it goes without saying I love everything about Sarah, she truly is the daughter that I don't have. I love to tease Kris that she really was meant to be mine. She is so much like me when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nathan -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His smoochable cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Stineman&lt;/span&gt; - Oooooo I love babies and I can't wait to meet this one. He/She will probably be the last baby in our family for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2392826885449425692?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2392826885449425692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2392826885449425692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2392826885449425692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2392826885449425692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-1-30-days-of-gratitude.html' title='Day 1: 30 Days of Gratitude'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6046489744869680484</id><published>2010-11-27T10:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:12:46.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Green Bean Casserole</title><content type='html'>This is not your grandmother's green bean casserole, this is entirely made from stratch (except for the fried onions). This dish was amazing and I strongly suggest you try it out next time instead of the canned beans and campbells soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the Topping&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;4 slices white bread, each slices torn into quarters&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;¼ teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;3 cups canned fried onions (about 6 ounces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;For the Beans and Sauce&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons salt&lt;br /&gt;2 pounds green beans, ends trimmed, and halved&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;1 pound white button mushrooms, stems removed, wiped clean and broken into ½-inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves garlic, minced (about 1 tablespoon)&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1½ cups chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1½ cups heavy cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;For the Topping&lt;/u&gt;: Pulse bread, butter, salt and pepper in food processor until mixture resembles coarse crumbs, about ten 1-second pulses. Transfer to a large bowl and toss with onions; set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;For the Beans and Sauce&lt;/u&gt;: Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 425 degrees F. Fill a large bowl with ice water. Bring 4 quarts of water to a boil in a large pot or Dutch oven. Add 2 tablespoons salt and beans. Cook beans until bright green and crisp-tender, about 6 minutes. Drain beans in colander and plunge immediately into ice water to stop cooking. Spread beans on paper towel-lined baking sheet to drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. Add butter to now-empty pot and melt over medium-high heat until foaming subsides. Add mushrooms, garlic, ¾ teaspoon salt, and 1/8 teaspoon pepper; cook until mushrooms release moisture and liquid evaporates, about 6 minutes. Add flour and cook for 1 minute, stirring constantly. Stir in broth and bring to simmer, stirring constantly. Add cream, reduce heat to medium, and simmer until sauce is thickened and reduced to 3½ cups, about 12 minutes. Season with salt and pepper to taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4. Add green beans to sauce and stir until evenly coated. Arrange in an even layer in 3-quart (or 9×13-inch) baking dish. Sprinkle with topping and bake until top is golden brown and sauce is bubbling around edges, about 15 minutes. Serve immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;u&gt;Note 1&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; You can prep this ahead of time. Store the bread-crumb topping in an airtight container in the refrigerator and combine with the onions just before cooking. Combine the beans and cooled sauce in a baking dish, cover with plastic wrap, and refrigerate for up to 24 hours. To serve, remove the plastic wrap and heat the casserole in a 425-degree oven for 10 minutes, then add the topping and bake as directed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6046489744869680484?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6046489744869680484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6046489744869680484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6046489744869680484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6046489744869680484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/11/green-bean-casserole.html' title='Green Bean Casserole'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3034016937946358026</id><published>2010-11-23T07:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:51:23.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Blurb'/><title type='text'>Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TOvTBD7_c3I/AAAAAAAABGU/d_SqHz4OD0s/s1600/Someone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TOvTBD7_c3I/AAAAAAAABGU/d_SqHz4OD0s/s200/Someone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542755781599785842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plot: &lt;span id="freeText4792933800034532942" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;Kidnapped and taken from her family as a child, Diallo is forced aboard a ship bound for South Carolina, where she arrives at age 12, weak and ill,&lt;br /&gt;the other slaves her only family. But soon she is sold again and begins an&lt;br /&gt;exodus that will lead to Canada, where she discovers the same relentless&lt;br /&gt;hardship and stinging prejudice. Her hunger for freedom drives her back&lt;br /&gt;across the Atlantic to England, and in 1792, Aminata undertakes yet another&lt;br /&gt;ocean crossing, bound for the place of her birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was yet again another unread recommendation from my sister Becky. She always hears about great books and then tells Kris and I to read them. This book was interesting and insightful into the life as a slave during the late 1700s and into the 1800s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what slapped me in the face while reading this book. I love when something occurs to me that I had never really thought about before. In America during this time period thousands upon thousands of Africans were stolen from their home and forced into slavery (that is if they survived the ocean crossing). Yet think about what the whites in American were fighting for - - - Freedom from England. How contradictory and crazy must that have seemed to the black slaves that these white men were fighting and arguing for their freedom while taking away the freedom of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is not for the faint of heart because there are some descriptive part (many more than I wanted to read). It was a good book and I really like the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3034016937946358026?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3034016937946358026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3034016937946358026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3034016937946358026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3034016937946358026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/11/someone-knows-my-name-by-lawrence-hill.html' title='Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TOvTBD7_c3I/AAAAAAAABGU/d_SqHz4OD0s/s72-c/Someone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8473574433189287728</id><published>2010-11-14T20:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:38:56.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Blurb'/><title type='text'>The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TOCvrSv1lTI/AAAAAAAABGM/t5jmH3omVj8/s1600/fear"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 133px; float: left; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539620699967427890" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TOCvrSv1lTI/AAAAAAAABGM/t5jmH3omVj8/s200/fear" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a selection for a new book club that I joined. I wasn't able to attend the discussion and I would love to know what everyone else thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True fear is a gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unwarrented fear is a curse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book teaches you how to tell the difference. Those of us in the Church have the added advantage of knowing that it is not only intuition but the guidance of the spirit that can keep us safe. I found so much of this book interesting and I particularly enjoyed the part about teaching us women what to watch for in men that are out to hurt them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Forced Team - An effective way for the person to establish a premature trust by using words like "we." It gives you a sense that you are in a situation together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Charm &amp;amp; Niceness - Little explanation needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Too Many Details - People who want to deceive you will often use a simple technique of giving you too many details. When people are telling the truth, they don't feel doubted, so they don't feel the need to provide additional support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Typecasting - A man will label a woman in some slightly critical way, hoping she'll feel complelled to prove that his opinion is not accurate. Ex. "There's such a thing as being too proud, you know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Loan Sharking - He will want to be allowed to help you because then you will feel in his debt. The fact that you owe a person something makes it hard to ask him to leave you alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The Unsolicited Promise - Promises are used to convice us of an intention, but they are not guarantees. Ex. After helping you with your groceries "I'll just put this stuff down and go. I promise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Discounting the word No - When you say no but still allow the person to help you, you are no longer saying no.  It is ok to NO and mean it. A person who means you no harm will accept that and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt there was a lot of good information provided in a really intersting way including so many famous stories as well as others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8473574433189287728?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8473574433189287728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8473574433189287728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8473574433189287728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8473574433189287728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/11/gift-of-fear-by-gavin-de-becker.html' title='The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TOCvrSv1lTI/AAAAAAAABGM/t5jmH3omVj8/s72-c/fear' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2973802571317022531</id><published>2010-10-25T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:47:01.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Peppermit Patties</title><content type='html'>I found a new candy recipe that is easy and delicious. This candy tastes exactly like a Junior Mint or a Pearson's Peppermint Pattie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 1/2 cups powdered sugar, plus extra, as needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 cup pasteurized liquid egg white product&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon water, plus extra, as needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 teaspoon pure peppermint extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Orange food coloring, as needed, optional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 (4-ounce) bars Semi-sweet chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 teaspoon vegetable oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="instructions"&gt;   &lt;p&gt; Line 2 baking sheets with parchment paper. Set aside.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;In a stand mixer, combine the  powdered sugar, egg white product, 1 teaspoon water, peppermint extract  and 1 to 2 drops of food coloring, if using. Mix on low speed until  smooth. Increase the speed to high and beat until the mixture forms a  stiff dough (if the mixture becomes too stiff, add extra water, 1/2  teaspoon at a time and beat until smooth). Put the mixture on a work  surface dusted with powdered sugar and roll it into a log about  12-inches long and 1 1/4-inches in diameter. Slice the log into 1/4 to  1/2-inch pieces, form them into balls and flatten into discs. Arrange in  single layers on the prepared baking sheets. Let the candies dry,  uncovered, at room temperature for 3 hours.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Put the chocolate and vegetable oil in a small bowl and set it over  a pan of barely simmering water. Stir until the chocolate is smooth and  melted. Dip 1 half of each candy into the melted chocolate and return  them to the parchment paper until the chocolate has set, about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dough was too sticky so I needed to add more powered sugar, it should be a little sticky. If you like making candy and you like peppermint patties I strongly suggest you make these. They were so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2973802571317022531?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2973802571317022531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2973802571317022531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2973802571317022531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2973802571317022531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/10/peppermit-patties.html' title='Peppermit Patties'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8336973525658500439</id><published>2010-10-12T07:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T07:39:11.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Mormon</title><content type='html'>During my morning bus ride to work I study my scriptures. Since I have been reading Doctrinal Commentary on the Book of Mormon I think I can actually say that "I study." I wanted to share something that I read this morning that was very profound for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to 2 Nephi 29:1-6 ~ This section tells of the opposition of the Book of Mormon. Nephi prophesied that the restoration (as foretold by Isaiah) would begin with the coming forth of the Book of Mormon. Here is what I found interesting and what strengthened my testimony of this great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Many would reject it and give the argument that they already had a Bible and had no need for another. This statement is its own refutation. The philosopher argues that there can be no absolutes, not realizing that such a pronouncement constitutes an absolute.  The false religionist argues that the Bible contains all revelation, not realizing that since the Bible makes no such claim for itself, the only way they could know this would be by revelation. Thus men and women find themselves in the awkward position of claiming a revelation to say there is no revelation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book of Mormon testifies of Christ, it being the most Christ-centered book ever written. Yet it is rejected in the name of loyalty to the Bible. The logical extension of such reasoning would be to reject the Gospel of Mark in the name of loyalty to Matthew. The spirit, purpose, and doctrine of the Bible and the Book of Mormon are the same."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had no doubt in the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, but this logic is irrefutable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8336973525658500439?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8336973525658500439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8336973525658500439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8336973525658500439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8336973525658500439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-of-mormon.html' title='The Book of Mormon'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5750928570910880187</id><published>2010-10-06T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:42:19.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Blurb'/><title type='text'>Book Blurb - Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKyIN5lsVdI/AAAAAAAABGE/9MsSFMeaErk/s1600/bitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKyIN5lsVdI/AAAAAAAABGE/9MsSFMeaErk/s200/bitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524940615255348690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another great debut novel, I worry sometimes when authors write a great first novel that they will never be able to live up to their first novel. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;/span&gt; is one novel where you can judge a book by its beautiful title. I love the name of this book, it alone conjures a lot of images. This book is set in Seattle during the last few years of WWII. This is the story of Henry Lee as his life changes when the Panama Hotel is renovated and long lost items are found in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is taken back to the 1940s when he is age 12 and sent to attend an American school. His Chinese parents want him to become an American. He meets another "scholarship" student Keiko who is Japanese. Their friendship and love transcends their differences. I think I will stop there because I knew nothing about this book and I didn't want to. I wanted to read not knowing at all where the story was headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way this book was written, the language is beautiful and simple. For me it was one of those books where I am instantly drawn into the characters and the story. It was a charming story of commitment, forgiveness, friendship, hope, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take the time to find and read this adorable book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5750928570910880187?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5750928570910880187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5750928570910880187' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5750928570910880187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5750928570910880187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-blurb-hotel-on-corner-of-bitter.html' title='Book Blurb - Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKyIN5lsVdI/AAAAAAAABGE/9MsSFMeaErk/s72-c/bitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-4142877737748161822</id><published>2010-09-27T09:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T15:10:37.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Angels</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was Utah's first ever mud run, The Dirty Dash. I gathered a team of equally loony people who were easily talked into participating. That is how the Dirty Angels came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started excited, energetic, and CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sue, Jen Kristen, Ashlee and Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJXDpoevYI/AAAAAAAABFE/D00jvomg92M/s1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJXDpoevYI/AAAAAAAABFE/D00jvomg92M/s400/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522071813336513922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To start the race you have to run up a very muddy hill. Along the course we encountered a series of hay bails to jump over. That was very difficult. Then we cam upon some tubes to crawl through followed by 3 sets of walls to hoist yourself over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJX4QGZC_I/AAAAAAAABFM/p2R-9rJiK9g/s1600/Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJX4QGZC_I/AAAAAAAABFM/p2R-9rJiK9g/s400/Wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522072717015714802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the wall came a series of tires and then a disgusting black stinky swamp. Now onto the final stretch to finish with the Slop N Slide and the final Mud Pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still somewhat clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJY0dLOx4I/AAAAAAAABFc/h3tlunMONbM/s1600/Some+what+clean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJY0dLOx4I/AAAAAAAABFc/h3tlunMONbM/s400/Some+what+clean.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522073751317825410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slop-N-Slide&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJYz2_YjOI/AAAAAAAABFU/Tad7E6AcBGE/s1600/Slop+and+Slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJYz2_YjOI/AAAAAAAABFU/Tad7E6AcBGE/s400/Slop+and+Slide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522073741067586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mud Pit&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJY1qv7uvI/AAAAAAAABFs/wcRVk7EfbnI/s1600/Pit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJY1qv7uvI/AAAAAAAABFs/wcRVk7EfbnI/s400/Pit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522073772141296370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the extra Mud Nancy&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJY1HUDRHI/AAAAAAAABFk/7mspgP6_WXM/s1600/Thanks+Nancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJY1HUDRHI/AAAAAAAABFk/7mspgP6_WXM/s400/Thanks+Nancy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522073762629108850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya Too Sue&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJZXeer6CI/AAAAAAAABF0/UHstb74dFXg/s1600/Sue+and+Jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJZXeer6CI/AAAAAAAABF0/UHstb74dFXg/s400/Sue+and+Jen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522074352963282978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty At Last&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJZXrScdMI/AAAAAAAABF8/2_0EnVtGsWM/s1600/Finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJZXrScdMI/AAAAAAAABF8/2_0EnVtGsWM/s400/Finish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522074356401599682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-4142877737748161822?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/4142877737748161822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=4142877737748161822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4142877737748161822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4142877737748161822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/09/dirty-angels.html' title='Dirty Angels'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TKJXDpoevYI/AAAAAAAABFE/D00jvomg92M/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3553696648035187086</id><published>2010-09-19T18:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:19:09.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Tastes of the Orient</title><content type='html'>Today I cooked Sunday dinner for my family and we made a little culinary stop in China and Thailand. Now I am sure these dishes were not authentic but they were delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; Sour Chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lb Chicken&lt;br /&gt;1 Egg&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Flour&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Water&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Salt&lt;br /&gt;2 Tsp. Vegetable Oil&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. Baking Soda&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. White Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut chicken into pieces.  Mix egg, flour, cornstarch, water, salt, oil, baking soda and white pepper. Stir in chicken. Cover and refigerate 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oil in wok to 350. Fry about 10-15 pieces of chicken for about 3 mins or until light brown. Remove from oil using slotted spoon; drain on paper towels. Repeat with remaining chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat oil to 375. Place about 1/3 of the chicken in the oil again and fry 1 min or until golden bown. Remove from oil and drain on paper towels. Repeat with remaning chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sauce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c. water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp Salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c vinegar&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 T. Ketchup&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp Soy Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil ingredients together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine 2 T cornstarch with 4 T cold water and add to sauce. Stire to thicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your serve the chicken with the sauce on the chicken or let people dish their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cream Cheese Wontons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonton Wraper&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a small amount of cream cheese in the center of a wonton wrap. Dab water on the 4 center edges. Pick up the wrap and pinch it together (like a cootie catcher, if you understand that reference). Fry in oil. These are delicious dipped in the sweet and sour sauce above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pad Thai&lt;/em&gt;  (I'm calling it Mock Pad Thai because it was delicious but not a strong Pad Thai flavor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauce&lt;br /&gt;4 T. Pad Thai Paste&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. Tamarind paste&lt;br /&gt;3 T. Fish  Sauce&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c Water&lt;br /&gt;2-4 tsp Sriracha (depends on how hot you want it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8oz Pad Thai noodles&lt;br /&gt;3 T. Oil&lt;br /&gt;2 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 lb peeled and deveined raw shrimp&lt;br /&gt;1 T. minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;small bunch of chives (cut lengthwise)&lt;br /&gt;1 c. bean sprouts&lt;br /&gt;1 lime, cut into 8 wedges&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c coarsley chopped unsalted roasted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;2 block fried tofu, cut into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soak noodles in hot water for about 15 minutes or until soft. Drain and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine ingredients for the sauce in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat up wok and add oil. When the oil is very hot, add the minced garlic and do a few quick stirs. Add shrimp  and cook until half cooked then add fried tofu, noodles, and sauce into wok and stir constantly. Push  noodles to one side and crack the eggs into the wok, break it up by stirring and wait for 10-15 seconds, then combine with the noodles. Add bean sprouts and chives and cook for about 1 mins. Dish out and sprinkle with peanuts and serve with lime wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these dishes were a HUGH hit. A little time consuming especially to do for one meal but if you have helpers who can man the oil you are good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!! The Ward Family Sure Did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3553696648035187086?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3553696648035187086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3553696648035187086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3553696648035187086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3553696648035187086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/09/tastes-of-orient.html' title='Tastes of the Orient'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7950479093116133597</id><published>2010-09-14T07:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:55:35.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>If you are not following Mormon.org on Facebook, you might want to check it out. Also a plug for the new www.Mormon.org website...it is amazing (Particularly the section under People called I am a Mormon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the FB site they post questions about the Church or did you know statements for Mormons to respond to or non-members to comment or question. Recently a question was posted (and as usual people get off topic). I read a comment from someone who obviously isn't a member and has received her information from a outside source that isn't fact based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of her comment really got to me and in turn I decided to post answers and my testimony. She said: "They believe that you get to one of three&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; heavens by works, not by God's grace or the death of Jesus on the Cross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that fascinating and I posted the scripture "We are saved by the grace of God after all that we can do." This is not a free pass that everyone is just given by believing in Christ, you have to earn it. As happens sometimes, my scripture reading this morning had more insight into this that I have never thought of. I am reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctrinal Commentary on The Book of Mormon&lt;/span&gt; by Joseph Fielding McConkie. I have learned so much by reading The Book of Mormon this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this amazing insight into other Christian religions: " As it is taught in large segments of Christendom today (saved by grace alone) is akin to what Lucifer proposed in the preexistence - that he would save all mankind and one soul should not be lost. He would save them without agency, without works, without any act on their part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW- I have never thought of it that way. What more proof do you need that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is Christ's true Church established on the earth today. I know that this Church is true, I know the Book of Mormon is the word of God and I am more grateful today than ever before to know these things so absolutely. I'm grateful for the peace and comfort these truths give me in such a crazy world full of so much evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7950479093116133597?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7950479093116133597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7950479093116133597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7950479093116133597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7950479093116133597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/09/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5676062031739318167</id><published>2010-09-01T07:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:57:02.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Remodel - Final Shots</title><content type='html'>I still need things for the walls and maybe the counter top but other than that I am considering this project finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corner Nook&lt;br /&gt;(still working on the flower arrangement)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a3IVolgI/AAAAAAAABEU/4tKSLLbmpvY/s1600/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a3IVolgI/AAAAAAAABEU/4tKSLLbmpvY/s400/Picture+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942897125594626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Area&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a3j4MswI/AAAAAAAABEc/P6JWXI3tu2M/s1600/Picture+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a3j4MswI/AAAAAAAABEc/P6JWXI3tu2M/s400/Picture+164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942904518324994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a4xUoDSI/AAAAAAAABE0/ezKyGfEC-xQ/s1600/Picture+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a4xUoDSI/AAAAAAAABE0/ezKyGfEC-xQ/s400/Picture+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942925307088162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet (like that needs explanation) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a4HUAQtI/AAAAAAAABEk/f9nt17b3MAY/s1600/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a4HUAQtI/AAAAAAAABEk/f9nt17b3MAY/s400/Picture+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942914030191314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek at the Shower&lt;br /&gt;(it's impossible to get a shot of the entire shower)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a4VwtXwI/AAAAAAAABEs/s9iSJOgL8DY/s1600/Picture+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a4VwtXwI/AAAAAAAABEs/s9iSJOgL8DY/s400/Picture+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511942917908684546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5676062031739318167?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5676062031739318167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5676062031739318167' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5676062031739318167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5676062031739318167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/09/bathroom-remodel-final-shots.html' title='Bathroom Remodel - Final Shots'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TH5a3IVolgI/AAAAAAAABEU/4tKSLLbmpvY/s72-c/Picture+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8067851117002664138</id><published>2010-08-30T07:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:53:36.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TOU Half Marathon 2010</title><content type='html'>The day started off bright and early (4:45am). I wasn't looking forward to being up that early but it did give me a chance to eat and drink a little more than I normally have before long runs. At 5:30 I boarded the school bus that pick us up from our hotels to take us to the Finish line. I promptly made my first stop at the PortaPotty (never pass up the opportunity). Then I boarded another school bus which took us up Blacksmith Fork Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at the starting line guess what I did...Yep you guessed it, I visited the Porta Potty again. I held on to my jacket for as long as possible although it wasn't as cold up there as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The excitement was really starting to build at this point and I couldn't wait to get going. I was probably positioned towards the front middle section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu2MXWtlZI/AAAAAAAABDk/Hv2mK_-MMcs/s1600/Starting+Line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu2MXWtlZI/AAAAAAAABDk/Hv2mK_-MMcs/s400/Starting+Line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511198892561896850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we Go......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu2M9wjrxI/AAAAAAAABDs/pgDE9jfd7Rw/s1600/Off+they+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu2M9wjrxI/AAAAAAAABDs/pgDE9jfd7Rw/s400/Off+they+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511198902870847250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first 7 miles are all in the canyon. It was beautiful and the weather was fantastic. Most of this part of the race is downhill with a few rolling up hills thrown in. It was great and I just settled in and focused on getting out of the canyon. Even after two pit stops before the race I really wanted to stop at another porta potty but each time I passed one the line was too long. I knew once I started sweating I probably wouldn't need to worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once out of the canyon we ran through the tiny town of Millville and then into Providence. About mile 10.5 we reach a full mile climb. It was like a straight up hill just and steady little climb. It actually felt nice even though my pace was pretty slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that I ran every single step of that race and never walked. My slowest pace as about a 11 minute mile but I tried not to stay that slow for too long. My goal was 2.5 hours to finish so I was extremely happy with 2 hours 16 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finish Line&lt;br /&gt;Spenser caught this amazing photo of my foot just about to strike the finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu3gmKBvqI/AAAAAAAABD0/eOp4q8qml4M/s1600/Literal+finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu3gmKBvqI/AAAAAAAABD0/eOp4q8qml4M/s400/Literal+finish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511200339644235426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving my Medal&lt;br /&gt;I need to improve my post race posture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu3hjuuZiI/AAAAAAAABEE/z0Azeph8tTw/s1600/Getting+my+medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu3hjuuZiI/AAAAAAAABEE/z0Azeph8tTw/s400/Getting+my+medal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511200356172719650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy to be done not to mention proud of myself&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu3hLGZ5-I/AAAAAAAABD8/XZ8-LRJeMZo/s1600/So+glad+to+be+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu3hLGZ5-I/AAAAAAAABD8/XZ8-LRJeMZo/s400/So+glad+to+be+done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511200349561153506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks to Mom, Dad, Lori, Spenser, and Jenessa for coming to cheer me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8067851117002664138?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8067851117002664138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8067851117002664138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8067851117002664138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8067851117002664138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/tou-half-marathon-2010.html' title='TOU Half Marathon 2010'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THu2MXWtlZI/AAAAAAAABDk/Hv2mK_-MMcs/s72-c/Starting+Line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6250274028008052055</id><published>2010-08-24T07:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T07:44:34.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Cents</title><content type='html'>I was listening to KSL this morning on the way to work. They were discussing the primary election in Arizona. When asked about voter turn out the news man said "Temps in AZ will reach 115 today and the heat will probably keep people away from the polls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave a lesson on Sunday about Obey the Laws of the Land. I spoke to my YW about what it means to obey, honor and sustain the law. The last thing we talked about was voting. People suffered, sacrificed, and died in order to give us the right to vote. I think we can handle going from an air conditioned car to an air conditioned building to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of the the South African election in 1994. I was in high school and I was fascinated by Nelson Mandela and I had just finished a huge research paper and presentation on him and the upcoming elections. I vividly remember watching as people lined up for days in the blaring heat in order to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these images are small but I remember seeing this and being proud to witness such a great day and crying over the strength and resolve of these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THPL-66vMII/AAAAAAAABDc/H_TY7yAeczM/s1600/Vote.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THPL-66vMII/AAAAAAAABDc/H_TY7yAeczM/s400/Vote.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508971051032195202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the least we can do as Americans is take the 5 minutes out of our day (whether it be hot or cold) and get to the polls and VOTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6250274028008052055?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6250274028008052055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6250274028008052055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6250274028008052055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6250274028008052055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-two-cents.html' title='My Two Cents'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THPL-66vMII/AAAAAAAABDc/H_TY7yAeczM/s72-c/Vote.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2870328103668107823</id><published>2010-08-23T07:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:55:02.758-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Cream Pies</title><content type='html'>Property Damage aside - Sunday's dinner was fabulous and dessert was delicious. My Mom received the best Coconut Cream Pie recipe from someone in her ward, we have been enjoying it ever since. I used the same recipe to make a chocolate cream pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes on these evil pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THKARY8HlrI/AAAAAAAABDM/vKpzjhRwrcg/s1600/Picture+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THKARY8HlrI/AAAAAAAABDM/vKpzjhRwrcg/s400/Picture+181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508606330468275890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THKASJ9aMdI/AAAAAAAABDU/5-ZCbLE-w9s/s1600/Picture+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THKASJ9aMdI/AAAAAAAABDU/5-ZCbLE-w9s/s400/Picture+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508606343627026898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coconut Cream Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 T. Cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;1 C. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. Salt&lt;br /&gt;3 C. Half &amp;amp; Half&lt;br /&gt;3 Egg Yolks&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Coconut Extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 C Whipped Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 C. Coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix starch, sugar, salt, and half &amp;amp; half in a saucepan. Cook over medium heat until thick and creamy (about 15 minutes) - stir constantly. Temper yolks with some of the cream mixture, then add all to the cream. Cook for 3-4 more minutes. Remove from heat and add butter and flavorings. Stir in about 1/2 - 3/4 C coconut (depends on how much you like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour mixture into a baked pie shell and cool in the fridge. Toast remaining coconut. Cover the top of the pie with whipped cream and toasted coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chocolate Cream Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do everything above except instead of coconut extract and coconut flakes, add about 1/2 - 3/4 c. Chocolate chips (depends on how chocolatey you want your pie). I covered with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2870328103668107823?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2870328103668107823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2870328103668107823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2870328103668107823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2870328103668107823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/cream-pies.html' title='Cream Pies'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THKARY8HlrI/AAAAAAAABDM/vKpzjhRwrcg/s72-c/Picture+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3638071214545886025</id><published>2010-08-23T07:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T08:03:52.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Property Damage</title><content type='html'>The following is thanks to that fun little storm yesterday. As I pulled into my parents driveway this is what I saw to my right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THJ51vx_TeI/AAAAAAAABC0/A1biGlkGI8M/s1600/Picture+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THJ51vx_TeI/AAAAAAAABC0/A1biGlkGI8M/s400/Picture+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508599258493701602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THJ52bVEOrI/AAAAAAAABC8/GPyvIyReiNE/s1600/Picture+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THJ52bVEOrI/AAAAAAAABC8/GPyvIyReiNE/s400/Picture+180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508599270183549618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being that these enormous branches are so close to the drive way, I started to think that maybe I shouldn't park in the driveway. My parents neighbor was outside and he told me that I should probably move my car since both my Dads truck and Lori's car were damage from that branch falling. My Dads truck had some dents and Lori's drivers side window was shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving my car to safety, I went inside to help setup for dinner. Looking out the back window this is what I saw.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THJ_No2VnnI/AAAAAAAABDE/CaRbJU4iRqM/s1600/Picture+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THJ_No2VnnI/AAAAAAAABDE/CaRbJU4iRqM/s400/Picture+175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508605166507892338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents neighbor to the south have an enormous dead tree that has been threatening property damage for years. This is the third time this year that the backyard has looked like that. Apparently I missed the excitement as my family sat inside watching as each branch threatened to fly through the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy summer storms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3638071214545886025?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3638071214545886025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3638071214545886025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3638071214545886025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3638071214545886025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/property-damage.html' title='Property Damage'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/THJ51vx_TeI/AAAAAAAABC0/A1biGlkGI8M/s72-c/Picture+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8539502273652167819</id><published>2010-08-20T10:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:33:16.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Salted Caramel Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture stolen from Brown Eyed Baker (see my actual brownies below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TG6vtqbD2pI/AAAAAAAABCk/7KsZMSAcsvA/s1600/salted-caramel-brownies-1-525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TG6vtqbD2pI/AAAAAAAABCk/7KsZMSAcsvA/s400/salted-caramel-brownies-1-525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507532593337457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now blog stalk The Brown Eyed Baker, she has some great recipes. I recently came across a recipe for Salted Caramel Brownies. I sometimes really love the salty/sweet combo. And everyone seemed to rave about salted caramel - add a brownie to that and how could it be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I experimented last night and they are pretty tasty. The best way to describe them is dense, rich, gooey, chocolatey, slightly salty, and pretty darn tasty. I usually like my treats more on the sweet side but these have so many other things going for them that I don't miss the overly sweetness that is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the homemade caramel part of this recipe scare you off, it isn't as difficult as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my actual brownie on a gorgeous paper plate&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TG6wGwiwRAI/AAAAAAAABCs/J2TDrhWAfRE/s1600/Picture+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TG6wGwiwRAI/AAAAAAAABCs/J2TDrhWAfRE/s320/Picture+174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507533024477070338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salted Caramel Brownies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Yield&lt;/span&gt;: 16 brownies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Prep Time&lt;/span&gt;: 15 minutes | &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Bake Time&lt;/span&gt;: 35 to 40 minutes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5 ounces semisweet or bittersweet chocolate, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces unsweetened chocolate, chopped&lt;br /&gt;8 tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter, cut into quarters&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1¼ cups granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;½ teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;Salted Caramel Sauce (recipe follows)&lt;br /&gt;Fine sea salt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Adjust an oven rack to the lower-middle position and heat the oven to 350 degrees F. Spray an 8-inch square baking pan with nonstick cooking spray. Line the pan with overlapping pieces of foil and spray the foil.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. In a medium heatproof bowl set over a pan of almost-simmering water, melt the chocolates and butter, stirring occasionally until smooth. (Or, melt in the microwave on 50% power for 30-second increments, stirring after each, until melted and smooth.) Whisk in the cocoa until smooth. Set aside to cool.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Whisk together the eggs, sugar, vanilla, and salt in a medium bowl until combined, about 15 seconds. Whisk the warm chocolate mixture into the egg mixture; then stir in the flour until just combined. Pour about half of the brownie mixture into the prepared pan and spread into the corners. Spoon 9 dollops of Salted Caramel Sauce on top of the brownie batter. Top with the remaining brownie mixture, spread into the corners and level the surface with a spatula. Again, spoon 9 dollops of the Salted Caramel Sauce on top of the brownie batter. With a dull butter knife, gently run it through the batter to swirl the batter just a bit (don’t do it too much or it will all mix together). Sprinkle a bit of sea salt on top.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Bake until slightly puffed and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out with a small amount of sticky crumbs, 35 to 40 minutes. Cool on a wire rack to room temperature, about 2 hours. Remove the brownies from the pan using the foil handles and transfer to a cutting board. Cut into squares. Brownies can be stored in an airtight container at room temperature.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salted Caramel Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Prep/Cook Time&lt;/span&gt;: 10 minutes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;6 tablespoons unsalted butter, at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon fine sea salt&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup heavy cream, at room temperature&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In a 3-quart saucepan, heat the sugar over medium-high heat, whisking as the sugar begins to melt. Some of the sugar will harden into clumps, but that’s okay – it will melt eventually – just keep whisking. Continue to cook the sugar until it reaches a dark amber color. At that point, whisk in the salt, and then add the butter all at once and whisk until it is completely incorporated into the sugar. Remove the pan from the heat and pour in the heavy cream (it will foam up when first added). Continue to whisk until it forms a smooth sauce.&lt;/p&gt; Allow to cool for 10-15 minutes before using in the brownies. The leftover sauce can be stored, covered, in the refrigerator for up to 2 weeks. (You’ll probably need to warm it up a bit straight from the refrigerator.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8539502273652167819?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8539502273652167819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8539502273652167819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8539502273652167819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8539502273652167819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/salted-caramel-brownies.html' title='Salted Caramel Brownies'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TG6vtqbD2pI/AAAAAAAABCk/7KsZMSAcsvA/s72-c/salted-caramel-brownies-1-525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-97341647819028257</id><published>2010-08-19T11:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:37:46.882-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Luck Jen'/><title type='text'>B.L.J - Bad Luck Jen</title><content type='html'>If these stories in my life weren't so funny at times I would probably be sitting in a room with yellow wallpaper, slowly pulling it all off while talking to myself and obviously going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great new B.L.J Story - sit down and relax with a bowl of popcorn and enjoy my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered two shirts from an online store that sells modest T-shirts. I actually own the shirt already but I wanted it in black and coral (I'm cheap when it comes to my casual wear around the house clothes). When my items came I received two difference random shirts - to give them some credit one shirt was black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the company to let them know that I would not be paying for shipping to send back the random items they shipped me. Their first email: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"We will be happy to send you a self stamp envelope to return the  items to us. Unfortunately we sold out all our Juliette tops at this  point and since fall/winter is coming we are replacing this and many  other items with some new ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are probably thinking the same thing as I did - What kind of website/business allows its customers to purchase out of stock items? AND Why would you randomly pick out two shirts to send instead? Since I am demanding customer I thanked them for sending a prepaid envelope and decided to tell them that they shouldn't allow someone to buy sold out items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it gets good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was their next email: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"We talk to the distributor in charge of your order and apparently the 2 Juliete tops you order where wrongly shipped to another customer ( So you got her order and she got yours). She contacted us telling us about the mistake but decided to keep the tops. During that time we sold out all the Juliette tops except for some colors."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am waiting for John Quinones from "What would you do?" to appear. Seriously, you are allowing someone else to keep the rightful purchased property of another customer? It would be like you picked up the last two shirts on the rack at a store, purchased them, and then the cashier gives them to the person behind you because they like them better. I proceeded to contact them telling them to get my property back from this customer (who of course kept my tops they were cute and hers were ugly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Bad - So Sad - they cannot get my shirts back and they are sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me - I get to keep the two ugly shirts at no cost and have all my money refunded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please do me (and yourself) a favor and never give your business to MiaBellina.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-97341647819028257?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/97341647819028257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=97341647819028257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/97341647819028257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/97341647819028257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/blj-bad-luck-jen.html' title='B.L.J - Bad Luck Jen'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6509367230917228644</id><published>2010-08-12T15:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:35:10.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sink Reflections</title><content type='html'>Years ago I kept hearing the Larsen women talk about a book called "Sink Reflections." To this day I have still never read this book but many of the ideas the Larsen's spoke of have stayed with me. The author has a website which I have been to and I feel like I know many of the basic principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Mom I consider myself a good housekeeper, but I have my flaws that I have never been able to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Kitchen table is my Hot Zone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never make my bed on week days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bathroom sink gets dirty and I leave yesterday's garments hanging on the bathroom door (yes I'm a weirdo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I leave clothing on my bedroom floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Without really even thinking about it I have committed myself to overcome these flaws. I believe it started last week when I could finally reclaim my basement and clean myself out of the "remodel" mess. It felt so wonderful to go downstairs and not cringe at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how that lead me to coming home from work or going to bed or waking up in the morning and avoiding certain parts of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1 Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a beautiful table runner and a center piece to help me keep from piling things on my kitchen table the minute I walk in the door. So far this week it has worked except for the roofing bids I was reading over last night. (not too shabby for my first week).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have made my bed EVERY morning (granted it has only been 7 days but progress non the less)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have quickly wiped my bathroom counter before leaving in the morning and I place my Gs in the laundry hamper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Under the philosophy of "everything has its place" I have put my clothes where they go from the minute I take them off. (it really does save time to put them where they go instead of where ever, because we all know eventually "where ever" won't last).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am hoping that I have turned over a new leaf in my housekeeping skills. If you see me I challenge you to ask me the current status of one of these 4 items. Here's hoping I always have a good answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6509367230917228644?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6509367230917228644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6509367230917228644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6509367230917228644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6509367230917228644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/sink-reflections.html' title='Sink Reflections'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5360631907788404456</id><published>2010-08-09T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:55:49.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>I don't think I need to say a word. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TGAy4wn18EI/AAAAAAAABCM/u0NLz32-TQc/s1600/Sarah+and+Nathan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TGAy4wn18EI/AAAAAAAABCM/u0NLz32-TQc/s400/Sarah+and+Nathan.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503454695352823874" 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/1726504188416941536-5360631907788404456?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5360631907788404456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5360631907788404456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5360631907788404456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5360631907788404456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TGAy4wn18EI/AAAAAAAABCM/u0NLz32-TQc/s72-c/Sarah+and+Nathan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-977510564511518376</id><published>2010-07-28T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:00:12.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Nathan Takes After His Aunt Jen</title><content type='html'>This kid loves LIME RICKY'S just like me. I bought one before the parade and he sat and drank half of it. Then a couple days later I bought another one and he downed that one as well. Sarah and I taught him to saw Ahhhh after each sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2UfougkpI/AAAAAAAABCE/VfedjzbknSs/s1600/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-627725f993b2097d" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D627725f993b2097d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13B8BC8CF72630A109FC92A6631A3B2F3B0544D7.53AADBDC5D0DD01E9068DC2AAEB38797F5D275D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D627725f993b2097d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D18sN-8-vLhoFddUaab32uFXbWjs&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D627725f993b2097d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13B8BC8CF72630A109FC92A6631A3B2F3B0544D7.53AADBDC5D0DD01E9068DC2AAEB38797F5D275D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D627725f993b2097d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D18sN-8-vLhoFddUaab32uFXbWjs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves reading. Well at least looking at books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2UUixwQiI/AAAAAAAABB0/dUc9N-JITF8/s1600/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2UUixwQiI/AAAAAAAABB0/dUc9N-JITF8/s400/Picture+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498213800743027234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2UfougkpI/AAAAAAAABCE/VfedjzbknSs/s1600/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2UfougkpI/AAAAAAAABCE/VfedjzbknSs/s400/Picture+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498213991318590098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this was just cute because Nathan was pretending to take pictures and kind of saying Cheese. Of course by the time I got my camera out he stopped saying it. But in this clip you can still see him doing the picture taking motion with his finger. Not to mention Nathan is just plain adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b70249175aa61293" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db70249175aa61293%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2112EF190ECD0397265A821AB6120FCED45C2D31.167A85071C0D650B12325665EDB1C48B8131323A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db70249175aa61293%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbHwEl7ZapGAJ-tQbix13ZCAGeOg&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db70249175aa61293%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2112EF190ECD0397265A821AB6120FCED45C2D31.167A85071C0D650B12325665EDB1C48B8131323A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db70249175aa61293%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbHwEl7ZapGAJ-tQbix13ZCAGeOg&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/1726504188416941536-977510564511518376?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/977510564511518376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=977510564511518376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/977510564511518376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/977510564511518376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-nathan-takes-after-his-aunt-jen.html' title='How Nathan Takes After His Aunt Jen'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2UUixwQiI/AAAAAAAABB0/dUc9N-JITF8/s72-c/Picture+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-7104278874898132046</id><published>2010-07-26T07:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:42:46.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Goal for 2010 Finished</title><content type='html'>I only made about 4 goals for this year and the year is half over and I can only celebrate completing one of those goals. After a marathon of hand stitching yesterday I finally finished my quilt from the Sew N Save block of the month (from the one that started in Aug. 2008).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2QMZ1DhOI/AAAAAAAABBk/txrHJE4zadw/s1600/Picture+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2QMZ1DhOI/AAAAAAAABBk/txrHJE4zadw/s400/Picture+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498209262855488738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here it is hanging with my first quilt and my grandmother's quilt&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2QLhv27TI/AAAAAAAABBc/z3RGDoNnFUM/s1600/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2QLhv27TI/AAAAAAAABBc/z3RGDoNnFUM/s400/Picture+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498209247801306418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, but still related to quilting. Check out this adorable pin cushion my sister-in-law made me for my birthday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2QuNbQTkI/AAAAAAAABBs/DrRv6W3_0Ig/s1600/Picture+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2QuNbQTkI/AAAAAAAABBs/DrRv6W3_0Ig/s400/Picture+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498209843641601602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-7104278874898132046?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/7104278874898132046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=7104278874898132046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7104278874898132046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/7104278874898132046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-goal-for-2010-finished.html' title='1 Goal for 2010 Finished'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TE2QMZ1DhOI/AAAAAAAABBk/txrHJE4zadw/s72-c/Picture+140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3670091692620302169</id><published>2010-07-21T07:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:13:31.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Link Challenge</title><content type='html'>I found this idea through a food blog that I follow, I thought it sounded fun. If you too think it sounds fun I suggest you give it a try. It might get you excited about blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The idea is to publish a post that is a list of 7 links to posts that you and others have written that respond to the following 7 categories. Your links should be to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your &lt;b&gt;first post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A post you &lt;b&gt;enjoyed writing&lt;/b&gt; the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A post which had a great &lt;b&gt;discussion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A post &lt;b&gt;on someone else’s blog that you wish you’d written&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your most &lt;strong&gt;helpful&lt;/strong&gt; post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A post with a &lt;b&gt;title&lt;/b&gt; that you are proud of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A post that you &lt;b&gt;wish more people had read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My First Post - I was talked into blogging by pretty much my entire book club. We met at Jocelyn's house for a lesson on how to blog. Thanks to that lovely club I started this blog and wrote my first post called &lt;a href="http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2008/03/peer-pressure.html"&gt;Peer Pressure&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Post I Enjoyed Writing the Most - This was a tough one for me to pick out because I liked writing so many of them even if it just seemed like it was for me. I probably enjoyed most telling my scary tale in the post &lt;a href="http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-night-mystery.html"&gt;Sunday Night Mystery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Post with Great Discussion - You can't go wrong when you post about family, especially your mother. I love the discussion and comments that came out of the post &lt;a href="http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-love-my-mom.html"&gt;What My Mother Taught Me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Post From Someone Else that I Wish I Wrote - Probably almost any post from Kim Ward's Blog. She is so positive and expressive. Every time I read her blog I think to myself I wish I wrote that. Here is a random pick because I honestly couldn't choose, the Post is called &lt;a href="http://jeremyandkim.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-know-for-sure.html"&gt;What I Know For Sure&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Most Helpful Post - This post was helpful to me, I loved hearing about memories friends remember most about us. These were great memories and they reminded me of fun times long since past. It was helpful because I can always keep those comments. The post was &lt;a href="http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-like-corner-of-my-mind.html"&gt;Memories - Like the Corners of My Mind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post Title I am Proud Of - The thing I like least about blogging is coming up with a Post Title. I'm not very creative. But since I have to pick &lt;a href="http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2009/08/wasp-massacre-of-2009.html"&gt;The Wasp Massacre of 2009&lt;/a&gt; stands out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Post I Wish More People Read - I found this old Post and remember that I thought some of the items were really clever. I think 2 people commented, so I guess I wished more people read &lt;a href="http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-know.html"&gt;Did You Know...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If you had fun reading this post I suggest you do the same on your own blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3670091692620302169?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3670091692620302169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3670091692620302169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3670091692620302169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3670091692620302169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-link-challenge.html' title='7 Link Challenge'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5668367487651009461</id><published>2010-07-08T15:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:08:46.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie Pies</title><content type='html'>Here are some photos, so far, of the Stineman family visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Best Sparkler Day Ever"&lt;br /&gt;That is what Sarah kept saying&lt;br /&gt;Also notice the fabulous parent tip of using a can of play dough to keep the&lt;br /&gt;sparks away from the kids arms. It is less scary for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9m2v2P5I/AAAAAAAABA8/tXz3E1RmtOM/s1600/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9m2v2P5I/AAAAAAAABA8/tXz3E1RmtOM/s400/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644533365424018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a cute face, I can't stop kissing this handsome boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9nnvTAHI/AAAAAAAABBE/nNlpOlptc2s/s1600/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9nnvTAHI/AAAAAAAABBE/nNlpOlptc2s/s400/Picture+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644546516451442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9o0JxmvI/AAAAAAAABBU/bzIbMnbdHGw/s1600/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9o0JxmvI/AAAAAAAABBU/bzIbMnbdHGw/s400/Picture+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644567028603634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan loves Grandma's little chair&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9oeDCLlI/AAAAAAAABBM/xLZ5ySPlxWg/s1600/Picture+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9oeDCLlI/AAAAAAAABBM/xLZ5ySPlxWg/s400/Picture+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491644561094749778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5668367487651009461?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5668367487651009461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5668367487651009461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5668367487651009461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5668367487651009461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/07/cutie-pies.html' title='Cutie Pies'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TDY9m2v2P5I/AAAAAAAABA8/tXz3E1RmtOM/s72-c/Picture+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-51570469969323865</id><published>2010-06-18T07:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T07:21:44.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Furniture</title><content type='html'>With very sore hands I type this post about my new patio dining set. Last night, with the help of Spenser, we assembled and arranged my new furniture. I can wait to put it to use for my BBQ tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my gorgeous deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBtylaO0FkI/AAAAAAAABAc/oqJln3wdjxQ/s1600/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBtylaO0FkI/AAAAAAAABAc/oqJln3wdjxQ/s320/Picture+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102958275892802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBtyl9eqDFI/AAAAAAAABAk/IyTin3_kTj0/s1600/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBtyl9eqDFI/AAAAAAAABAk/IyTin3_kTj0/s320/Picture+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102967737584722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBtymVZLcYI/AAAAAAAABAs/DhuJh82_bzA/s1600/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBtymVZLcYI/AAAAAAAABAs/DhuJh82_bzA/s320/Picture+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484102974157058434" 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/1726504188416941536-51570469969323865?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/51570469969323865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=51570469969323865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/51570469969323865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/51570469969323865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/06/fancy-furniture.html' title='Fancy Furniture'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBtylaO0FkI/AAAAAAAABAc/oqJln3wdjxQ/s72-c/Picture+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1803351183000475058</id><published>2010-06-16T07:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:39:35.987-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Blurb'/><title type='text'>Book Blurb - The Heretics Daughter by Kathleen Kent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBjQq-ZLrII/AAAAAAAABAU/pjCkBEGYBg4/s1600/Heretic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBjQq-ZLrII/AAAAAAAABAU/pjCkBEGYBg4/s200/Heretic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483361983045282946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Heretic's Daughter&lt;/span&gt; is the story of Martha Carrier who was one of the first women accused of witchcraft in Salem, MA. Sarah Carrier is her daughter, they are often at odds with one another. But they are forced to stand together during a time of superstition and hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really liked about this book, compared to others written about this period of time, is that is gives you a closer look at the daily lives of people in the 1600s.  At a recent dinner with my uncle Doug I found out that my family is related to one of the women accused and killed during the Salem Witch Trials. Of course I can't remember which one at this moment. I have always found this time period fascinating and disturbing. No matter what I read or see about this time I always have a similar eerie feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to understand how such supposedly religious people could be so superstitious. Not only that but they treated each other horribly for being Christians. I have wondered about the girls who made up all the stories, accused people, and faked possession by the devil. When they were older did they regret their actions? It did take me a while to really get into this book but in the end it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"He would stand for all of us so that when she closed her eyes for the last time, there would be a counterweight of love against the overflowing presence of vengeance and fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . .with every step I thought of my mother's courage as she faced her judges. With every step I thought of her cleaving to the truth even as she fell the short distance of the rope. With every step I thought of her pride, her strength, her love. And with every step I thought, I am my mother's daughter, I am my mother's daughter. . . "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1803351183000475058?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1803351183000475058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1803351183000475058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1803351183000475058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1803351183000475058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-blurb-heretics-daughter-by.html' title='Book Blurb - The Heretics Daughter by Kathleen Kent'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBjQq-ZLrII/AAAAAAAABAU/pjCkBEGYBg4/s72-c/Heretic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-2183580564354656694</id><published>2010-06-11T16:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:48:27.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawfish Boil</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed with cooking shows, cooking, baking. . . everything to do with food. Many moons ago I saw on Emeril's show a crawfish boil. I have always wanted to have one, yet it is too pricey for my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago Geoffrey went through the temple and Bryan decided to have a crawfish boil after. I was giddy! It is a whole long process to make and just as much work goes into actually eating those tiny creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total worth it - it is all about the fun of sitting, eating and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First you have to clean them and throw out the dead ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK03s9sBBI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OqbMarv2wfQ/s1600/DSCN0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK03s9sBBI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OqbMarv2wfQ/s320/DSCN0606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481642565519016978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First batch boiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK04AFAhAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PisbM40IeiM/s1600/DSCN0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK04AFAhAI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PisbM40IeiM/s320/DSCN0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481642570649994242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Veggies and Sausage&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK047OA90I/AAAAAAAAA_s/46XBgoTYXLs/s1600/DSCN0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK047OA90I/AAAAAAAAA_s/46XBgoTYXLs/s320/DSCN0624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481642586525464386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the Boil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK1zBP7CaI/AAAAAAAABAE/LZIoNJQWlJM/s1600/DSCN0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK1zBP7CaI/AAAAAAAABAE/LZIoNJQWlJM/s320/DSCN0619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481643584576489890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig In&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK05SAgoFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Iuxtriim6Ik/s1600/DSCN0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK05SAgoFI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Iuxtriim6Ik/s320/DSCN0625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481642592642834514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Silly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK05j9Pt0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/jqwAK2I60yE/s1600/DSCN0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK05j9Pt0I/AAAAAAAAA_8/jqwAK2I60yE/s320/DSCN0630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481642597460981570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-2183580564354656694?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/2183580564354656694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=2183580564354656694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2183580564354656694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/2183580564354656694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/06/crawfish-boil.html' title='Crawfish Boil'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TBK03s9sBBI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OqbMarv2wfQ/s72-c/DSCN0606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8321780309842845778</id><published>2010-06-07T07:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:38:25.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Pavlova</title><content type='html'>My boss was the one who introduced me to this dessert 10 years ago. I have love it ever since and was excited to eat it in Australia (the birth place of Pavlova).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History Lesson: Pavlova is a meringue dessert named after a Russian ballet dancer Anna Pavlova. If was created for her when she was visiting Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a recipe from my friends in Australia because their meringue is crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside. I had this about 3 times while in Australia and 1 time it was just like this recipe. Don't let this recipe scare you, it is actually really simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAz0-iiCAPI/AAAAAAAAA_M/HFMic1zaocw/s1600/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAz0-iiCAPI/AAAAAAAAA_M/HFMic1zaocw/s320/Picture+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480024201861660914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAz0_MGgWvI/AAAAAAAAA_U/2Cu6vqAsqiI/s1600/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAz0_MGgWvI/AAAAAAAAA_U/2Cu6vqAsqiI/s320/Picture+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480024213020498674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pavlova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Egg whites&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. Cream of Tartar&lt;br /&gt;1 c. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;dash salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pint fresh whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;Fresh fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let egg whites stand in a large mixing bowl about 1 hour or till they come to room temperature. Meanwhile, cover a baking sheet with plain brown paper. Draw one 9-inch circle or eight 3-inch circles on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For meringue, add vanilla, cream or tartar and salt to egg whites. Beat with an electric mixer on medium speed till soft peaks form (tips curl). Add sugar, a tablespoon at a time, beating on high speed till very stiff peaks form (tips stand straight) and sugar is almost dissolved (about 7 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipe meringue through a pastry tube onto the circle(s) building up the sides to form a shell. Bake at 300 for 45 mins for the large shell and 30-35 mins for small shells. Turn off the oven. Let the shell dry in the oven, with door closed for at least 1 hour (you can even leave it in there overnight). Carefully remove from paper, store in an air tight container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat 1/2 pint of whipping cream and spread over meringue shell. Garnish with fresh fruit. Serve immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8321780309842845778?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8321780309842845778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8321780309842845778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8321780309842845778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8321780309842845778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/06/pavlova.html' title='Pavlova'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAz0-iiCAPI/AAAAAAAAA_M/HFMic1zaocw/s72-c/Picture+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-72823043711513884</id><published>2010-06-07T07:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:28:21.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Remodel - Part 4</title><content type='html'>Small update on the bathroom front. I'm not sure why it did occur to any of us to measure the distance from the wall to the water lines at the vanity. We didn't and now my beautiful vanity doesn't fit. Not a big deal, I just need some minor plumbing redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime, take a peek at the vanity in progress.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAzzwJKoszI/AAAAAAAAA_E/gw3rO02ly78/s1600/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAzzwJKoszI/AAAAAAAAA_E/gw3rO02ly78/s400/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480022855022850866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-72823043711513884?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/72823043711513884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=72823043711513884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/72823043711513884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/72823043711513884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/06/bathroom-remodel-part-4.html' title='Bathroom Remodel - Part 4'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/TAzzwJKoszI/AAAAAAAAA_E/gw3rO02ly78/s72-c/Picture+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5602753063303945637</id><published>2010-05-29T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:02:42.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single Lessons'/><title type='text'>The Impossible Task</title><content type='html'>I had the idea the other day to have a reoccuring post about life being single. If you are married some of these things may never enter your mind or the situations don't occur in your day to day life. For my fellow singles, you can probably relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past wek while working on the bathroom remodel project, I found yet another task that absolutely cannot be done by one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to hang a door by yourself. I spent a hilarious 25 minutes trying every trick in the book to hang a door. You might think it would be easy because you only need to raise the door a tiny bit off the floor. You would be wrong. That microscopic distance might as well be the Grand Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jimmy rigged every item I could lay my hands on, my thought was to use one of these items to bridge that tiny distance. The screwdriver was unsteady, the remote control too big, the hinge packaging was too small etc. I never found the knick knack that was just right. I even tried setting the door on my foot. I don't know how many times the door fell forward and hit me in the head. By the end I had a bad case of (what I call) the church Giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single Lesson #1: You need at least 2 pairs of hands to hang a door. Perhaps it is time to make an appointment with my Home Teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5602753063303945637?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5602753063303945637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5602753063303945637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5602753063303945637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5602753063303945637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/05/impossible-task.html' title='The Impossible Task'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-209616700454990939</id><published>2010-05-24T19:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:45:38.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Chicken Tortilla Soup</title><content type='html'>I love cooking and baking and I am not afraid of a complicated recipe. But I also appreciate the tasty recipes that basically require you opening cans. This is easy to make and darn delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Tortilla Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Chicken Breasts (I used a roast chicken that I shredded but canned chicken works too)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans Cream of Chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;10 oz mild or medium (red) enchilada sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 can Corn&lt;br /&gt;2 can Ranch Style beans (they are in a black can)&lt;br /&gt;1 can Tomato Rotell&lt;br /&gt;2 can Chicken Broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional Heat:&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 T. Chile Powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Paprika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put everything in a pan and heat. I found it easier to mix the cream of chicken soup and broth together, then add everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with shredded cheese, sour cream and tortilla chips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-209616700454990939?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/209616700454990939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=209616700454990939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/209616700454990939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/209616700454990939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/05/chicken-tortilla-soup.html' title='Chicken Tortilla Soup'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1467245757692812784</id><published>2010-05-16T18:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:25:22.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Remodel - Part 3</title><content type='html'>After an exhausting Saturday working on the never ending bathroom project and a semi-productive trip to Home Depot, I am finally seeing progress. I also got an update from my brother that the vanity is currently being built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the bathroom now I see the end in site, but if I think about all the odds and ends I need I get that never ending feeling back. On the plus side the wall color looks great and that was one of my bigger parts to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is an updated picture with my free gallon of paint on the walls&lt;br /&gt;The pictures make the paint look minty but it is darker - more mossy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S_F7G2i8s1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/tBqquS-L-DA/s1600/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S_F7G2i8s1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/tBqquS-L-DA/s320/Picture+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472290379883393874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S_F7HUpaZTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/H0GNbGeM-Gc/s1600/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S_F7HUpaZTI/AAAAAAAAA-0/H0GNbGeM-Gc/s320/Picture+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472290387963569458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S_F7ILcPkkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/agi8qeDZej4/s1600/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S_F7ILcPkkI/AAAAAAAAA-8/agi8qeDZej4/s320/Picture+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472290402672284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remaining work:&lt;br /&gt;~Stain Vanity&lt;br /&gt;~Order Counter top&lt;br /&gt;~Paint new baseboards&lt;br /&gt;~Install new baseboards&lt;br /&gt;~Touch up paint&lt;br /&gt;~Install shower light&lt;br /&gt;~Install fan&lt;br /&gt;~Buy a mirror, outlet covers, towels, floor mats, decorations, light fixture&lt;br /&gt;~Design, Build, and stain an Armoire&lt;br /&gt;~Prime and paint the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1467245757692812784?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1467245757692812784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1467245757692812784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1467245757692812784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1467245757692812784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/05/bathroom-remodel-part-3.html' title='Bathroom Remodel - Part 3'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S_F7G2i8s1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/tBqquS-L-DA/s72-c/Picture+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-5297972417013780722</id><published>2010-05-10T07:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:11:09.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S-gOru1YcWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/kQpwAqBNYPg/s1600/Jen+%26+Mom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S-gOru1YcWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/kQpwAqBNYPg/s400/Jen+%26+Mom.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469637891910562146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of my Mom I thought this year I would post things I remember about her from when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She would sing to me at night before going to bed. Songs like "Inch Worm," "The Ugly Duckling," "High Hopes," and "Would you like to swing on a star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She also read to me at night, I specifically remember her reading me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Man Who Was Magic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Homemade cookies or bread were waiting for me when I got home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She would always ask about our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She would let me help in the kitchen, even if it took twice as long and I made a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I remember thinking she was a spiritual giant, she was always the president of something for Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I remember her making me a cabbage patch doll for Christmas. Of course I was disappointed not to get a real one at the time, but now I have this amazing doll that my mother made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ She always put together fun birthday parties. I loved having all my friends over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I ALWAYS knew that she loved me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom and thank you for all the wonderful memories (and I look forward to many more).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-5297972417013780722?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/5297972417013780722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=5297972417013780722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5297972417013780722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/5297972417013780722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S-gOru1YcWI/AAAAAAAAA-k/kQpwAqBNYPg/s72-c/Jen+%26+Mom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6766010051485411688</id><published>2010-05-08T14:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:55:55.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies</title><content type='html'>Apparently this is the month of freebies. After two weeks ago singing for a free hair cut I wondered what other freebies would come my way -    ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the "never-ending" bathroom remodel project continues, I was finally ready today to buy the paint for the walls, ceiling, and trim. I made a trip to our local paint shop. I was helped by a very nice man. He made great suggestions for paint product etc. I didn't want to spend a ton of money because this is a bathroom that will hardly ever be used. We joke at this place that we get the Carole Ward discount (it really is 10% off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nice young man was helpful and he was very impressed by my paint, repair, and overall knowledge. He never really said what the amount was but he kept saying was that he would "hook me up." He really wanted me to try this higher quality paint. Still not know what I had actually paid he tells me on the way out to my car that he gave me the gallon of color for......... FREE. That is a savings of $50-$60. He only charged me for some of the trim and ceiling color as well. I think my total for 1 gallon of color, 3 pints of trim, 2 paint trays, and 3 paint rollers was a whopping $15.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a business card out of it. Life is funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6766010051485411688?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6766010051485411688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6766010051485411688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6766010051485411688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6766010051485411688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/05/freebies.html' title='Freebies'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-4508756766510815612</id><published>2010-04-30T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:17:09.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Sing For A Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>While getting my hair done this past week my all time favorite song came on - OMD "If you leave." My stylist was cracking up that is was my favorite. So he made an offer I couldn't refuse. Sing every word of the song and get a free hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Jen do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it - I sang the whole song out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly he wasn't up front when the reception ran my credit card through. Keep your fingers crossed that he remembers next month and I get my free cut. I bet he will, he has given me all sorts of deals over the years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-4508756766510815612?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/4508756766510815612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=4508756766510815612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4508756766510815612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4508756766510815612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-sing-for-hair-cut.html' title='Will Sing For A Hair Cut'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-3352884224513760109</id><published>2010-04-26T09:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:29:25.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Recipe Rundown</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned before how much I love to cook, bake, and experiment with new recipes. I found two great ones that I made for this past Sunday dinner. My Mom mentioned that I should share the keepers with my family. So I am including this in my blog to share with friends as well. I will call it Recipe Rundown. (In the future I will take pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chipotle Honey Lime Pork Tenderloin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6, prep 15 min, marinate a overnight or as long as possible, cook 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2lbs Pork Tenderloins&lt;br /&gt;1 c. Lime Juice&lt;br /&gt;zest of 2 limes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. Honey&lt;br /&gt;1 T. Salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Garlic Powder&lt;br /&gt;2 Chipotle Chiles in adobo sauce, chopped (I would use 3-4 next time for a little more heat)&lt;br /&gt;1 T. Adobo sauce&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Oil&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trim tenderloin of fat and silver skin, Place in a large ziplock page or container to marinate.&lt;br /&gt;Combine Lime juice, zest, honey, salt and garlic powder. Stir until combined and pour half the marinade over the tenderloins, add chipotle and adobo sauce, Seal and marinate in the fridge. Save the other half for a sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes before cooking, remove pork from fridge and allow to come to room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 425. In a large, heavy oven-proof skillet, heat enough oil to coat pan, over medium high heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove tenderloins from marinade and sear in hot skillet on all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the skillet in the oven and roast tenderloins for about 15 minutes. Check temperature and remove pork at 140-150 degrees. Let rest 5-10 minutes or until temperature rises to 150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour reserved lime juice mixture into skillet with meat juices and heat on high. Allow sauce to reduce and thicken slightly. Pour over sliced meat. Garnish with fresh chopped cilantro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I choose to grill it and it took about 15-20 minutes on the grill. I did not make the sauce either but it would have been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macadamia-Coconut Lime Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. Flour&lt;br /&gt;3 T. Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Toasted Macadamia Nuts&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. Lime zest&lt;br /&gt;3 T. cold Butter, cubed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Flaked Coconut&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Lime Juice&lt;br /&gt;1 T. Flout&lt;br /&gt;1 Egg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. lime zest&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. Baking Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a food processor, combine flour, powdered sugar, nuts, and lime zest. Cover and pulse until nuts are finely chopped. Add cold butter, pulse until crumbly. Press in 8x4x2 loaf pan that has been coated with non-stick spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 350 for 15-20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisk egg, sugar, coconut, lime juice, flour, lime zest and baking powder until blended. Pour over hot crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool and dust with powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard of this size of pan so I did double the recipe and cooked in two 8x8x2 square pans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-3352884224513760109?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/3352884224513760109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=3352884224513760109' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3352884224513760109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/3352884224513760109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/04/recipe-rundown.html' title='Recipe Rundown'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-6673351115648938201</id><published>2010-04-23T07:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:10:32.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Remodel - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I'm Alive! It feels like I haven't blogged in a long time. I have made some great progress on my bathroom remodel. The new shower is in (and it still stinks) and my neighbor came over on Wednesday and installed the shower head and controls (I think I am going to add an extension to the shower head). The shower is such a weird angle it is hard to get a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fancy Shower Bench&lt;br /&gt;This solves the "shaving legs in the shower dilemma"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GpCMxTz0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/eaSx9v-UjJ4/s1600/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GpCMxTz0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/eaSx9v-UjJ4/s400/Picture+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463333678229999426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelves and Shower head&lt;br /&gt;Now someone taller than 5'5'' can use a shower in my house&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GpCsffHzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/95jTSvKyDbU/s1600/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GpCsffHzI/AAAAAAAAA9M/95jTSvKyDbU/s400/Picture+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463333686745177906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Nook"&lt;br /&gt;My Dad doesn't know it yet but he will be building a Armoire&lt;br /&gt;to go here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GpDWcROaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/35tlNFZFt3s/s1600/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GpDWcROaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/35tlNFZFt3s/s400/Picture+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463333698005973410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Lid will be updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wall color will = Venetian Plaster look in a green of some sort&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GqGdvvspI/AAAAAAAAA9k/-ZfT_IQld_Y/s1600/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GqGdvvspI/AAAAAAAAA9k/-ZfT_IQld_Y/s400/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463334851017945746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned for a photo showing the updated toilet, painted walls, a new vanity, light fixtures, mirror, and towel racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-6673351115648938201?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/6673351115648938201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=6673351115648938201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6673351115648938201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/6673351115648938201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/04/bathroom-remodel-part-2.html' title='Bathroom Remodel - Part 2'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GpCMxTz0I/AAAAAAAAA9E/eaSx9v-UjJ4/s72-c/Picture+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1496319939651324490</id><published>2010-04-23T07:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:39:11.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago 2010 Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part Time Job Making Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at Kohls Children's Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrhMeNtjI/AAAAAAAAA-c/BNrQcN-p6gg/s1600/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrhMeNtjI/AAAAAAAAA-c/BNrQcN-p6gg/s400/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463336409749108274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the chubby legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrgTCrxZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/RA__3isUt-4/s1600/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrgTCrxZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/RA__3isUt-4/s400/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463336394332816786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swingin on the new Swing Set&lt;br /&gt;I love Nathan's face in this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrH7OfKhI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_Y3Tuksebo8/s1600/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrH7OfKhI/AAAAAAAAA-M/_Y3Tuksebo8/s400/Picture+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463335975623010834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.... He is so stinkin cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrHS5aM-I/AAAAAAAAA-E/L4TSZOzLts0/s1600/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrHS5aM-I/AAAAAAAAA-E/L4TSZOzLts0/s400/Picture+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463335964797187042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrGq03lRI/AAAAAAAAA98/rclWnAwRTfQ/s1600/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrGq03lRI/AAAAAAAAA98/rclWnAwRTfQ/s400/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463335954040722706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was "trying" to get a pic of his two front teeth&lt;br /&gt;Nathan has the cutest gap between his teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrFk9JmjI/AAAAAAAAA90/SituXGNlchU/s1600/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrFk9JmjI/AAAAAAAAA90/SituXGNlchU/s400/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463335935284976178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and her Bitty Baby Daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrFCFbnOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O6IkxQvJ3Dg/s1600/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrFCFbnOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O6IkxQvJ3Dg/s400/Picture+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463335925924469986" 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/1726504188416941536-1496319939651324490?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1496319939651324490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1496319939651324490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1496319939651324490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1496319939651324490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicago-2010-photos.html' title='Chicago 2010 Photos'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S9GrhMeNtjI/AAAAAAAAA-c/BNrQcN-p6gg/s72-c/Picture+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-4877896852477252922</id><published>2010-04-02T07:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:18:04.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job Revealed</title><content type='html'>So I am still trying to work out a time to fulfill this dream job. I was hoping to get to do it yesterday but this week became crazy at work and I wasn't able to leave for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Childhood Dream Job was.............................To drive an orange Allied moving Semi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you are shocked but for many years Tommy, Jimmy and I were obsessed with semis. All of us wanted to drive them. But for me it was the orange Allied moving trucks. Every time I saw one on the road I would point out that I would drive one some day. At work we had our contact with Allied come and tell us a little about how they transport the goods for the Mission Presidents. He gave us each our own toy moving semi and I told him about my dream. He was as shocked as most of you are and he is trying to arrange my Allied Truck Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post within a few weeks that this actually came true. Ok, now that I am finished you can go ahead and call me a Big Dork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-4877896852477252922?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/4877896852477252922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=4877896852477252922' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4877896852477252922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/4877896852477252922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-job-revealed.html' title='Dream Job Revealed'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1061611235211076347</id><published>2010-03-23T08:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:18:39.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Dream Job</title><content type='html'>I am so excited because I might have the opportunity to experience my Childhood Dream Job (I'm not leaving my current job, I just met someone who can make this happen). You are definitely going to want to stay tuned. My guess is that Tommy and Jimmy Lundgreen would be the only two to know/remember my desire to do this: ______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime - go ahead and give it a guess as to what you think it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1061611235211076347?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1061611235211076347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1061611235211076347' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1061611235211076347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1061611235211076347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/03/childhood-dream-job.html' title='Childhood Dream Job'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-1288465028857099933</id><published>2010-03-22T08:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:19:56.465-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Blurb'/><title type='text'>Book Blurb - The Help by Kathryn Stockett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S6d8hurgF4I/AAAAAAAAA78/pDQu5yP0SEM/s1600-h/The+Help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S6d8hurgF4I/AAAAAAAAA78/pDQu5yP0SEM/s200/The+Help.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451462792863291266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You may have started to wonder if I had stopped reading since I haven't posted a Book Blurb in a long time. Quite frankly, I haven't read anything for a while that was worth the effort until The Help. I was waiting on reading this book because I was hearing so much about this book without actually hearing anyone I know reading it. Sometimes I jump the gun with these types of books and then I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I had read this sooner and yet I also wish I hadn't read it so that I could read it again for the first time. I really loved this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum Up: This is the story of 3 women from different backgrounds who come together while working on a book about black women working for white families during the 1960s. Aibileen is raising her 17th white child, she is older, smart. Minny is friends with Aibileen. She tends to have a smart mouth and has lost jobs because of it. She is an amazing cook and she begins working for the most unusual white woman she has ever met. Skeeter is a young white woman recently graduated from college. Skeeter decides to write a book about what it is like for a black woman to work for white families. These three women come together to write this book in the hopes of bringing about change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked from page 1. I found myself thinking about this book when I wasn't reading. I wanted to stop working, working out, socializing because all I wanted to do was read this book. Yet, as I mention I also wanted to drag it out because I knew I would never be able to read this for the first time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg of you to please go pick up this book TODAY. This gets my highest rating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-1288465028857099933?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/1288465028857099933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=1288465028857099933' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1288465028857099933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/1288465028857099933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-blurb-help-by-kathryn-stockett.html' title='Book Blurb - The Help by Kathryn Stockett'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S6d8hurgF4I/AAAAAAAAA78/pDQu5yP0SEM/s72-c/The+Help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1726504188416941536.post-8121371254996538270</id><published>2010-03-16T07:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:14:55.239-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe Rundown'/><title type='text'>Sweet Surprises and Scones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sweet Surprise:&lt;/span&gt; As I was leaving the gym last night I was listening to a voice mail from my friend Jen. She and her 3 girls had stopped by my house to bring me a treat. Her girls had made some special for me. When I got home I found this adorable plate of cookies on my door step. (Yes, I had already eaten 1 1/2 by the time I took this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S5-GWvNXaUI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ac_EHPpfUaw/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S5-GWvNXaUI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ac_EHPpfUaw/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449221799329360194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It made for a wonderful Monday to find this thoughtful surprise on my doorstep. These girls are so adorable. The youngest, Addi, usually will come and find me during Sacrament meeting to sit with me. She used to also look for her friend Layla who moved. I being stupid last Sunday, didn't know it was Daylight Savings so I showed up 1 hour late. Jen emailed me this morning to tell me that on Sunday when Addi couldn't find me she said "Maybe Jen move." She is such a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Scones: &lt;/span&gt;One of the many things I love about visiting my brother Bryan is the food that his wife Kathy makes. She is amazing. I have wanted to make her Blueberry Scones with Orange Glaze for years and I finally did last night. All is all the final result was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please drool over this pic and try the recipe for yourself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S5-IfmQHHII/AAAAAAAAA7s/rtvxHcXagqs/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S5-IfmQHHII/AAAAAAAAA7s/rtvxHcXagqs/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449224150567033986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Orange Glazed Blueberry Scones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sift Together:&lt;br /&gt;2 c. Unbleached AP Flour&lt;br /&gt;1 T. Baking Powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. Salt&lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut into flour mixture 1/4 c. Cold Unsweetened Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in (by hand, do not over mix)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c. Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fold in 1-2 c. Blueberries (toss with 1 T. flour first to keep from sinking to the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;Batter should be wet and sticky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop large T. on silpat (or parchment paper) lined cookie sheet. Bake 400 for 15 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaze:&lt;br /&gt;2 T. Melted Butter&lt;br /&gt;2 C. Powdered Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Juice and zest of 1 orange&lt;br /&gt;dash of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaze while scone is warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important Note: In order to enjoy properly, poor a tall glass of cold milk and devour scone while warm. mmmmmm, I just drooled a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726504188416941536-8121371254996538270?l=jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/feeds/8121371254996538270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1726504188416941536&amp;postID=8121371254996538270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8121371254996538270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1726504188416941536/posts/default/8121371254996538270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenslifeinflipflops.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-surprises-and-scones.html' title='Sweet Surprises and Scones'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11908452014845123477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S83UXXesa5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/0jzS53nxcPo/S220/Picture+496.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnC9_vNTy3A/S5-GWvNXaUI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ac_EHPpfUaw/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
