<?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-7707772745907404054</id><updated>2011-08-19T22:03:46.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Jen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-2351099352680767106</id><published>2011-08-19T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:01:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unorganized at its finest...I couldn't find my own blog</title><content type='html'>So I have forgotten all about this. I asked a friend how to start a blog and she had to go and tell me I already had one. Oops. Maybe I should pay more attention. But I am in a crazy time of my life and I want to update and put all my crazy thoughts out there so stay posted for more as I learn what to do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-2351099352680767106?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/2351099352680767106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=2351099352680767106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/2351099352680767106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/2351099352680767106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2011/08/unorganized-at-its-finesti-couldnt-find.html' title='Unorganized at its finest...I couldn&apos;t find my own blog'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-1659081968110907501</id><published>2009-07-03T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:55:35.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days</title><content type='html'>So I only have 3 more days left of this being larger than life pregnant thing. I am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncomfy&lt;/span&gt; an tired. Instead of enjoying these last 3 days with just my 2 boys...I am so tired and looking for help. Plus it is a Holiday weekend that my hubby has to work which means- no one available to take the kids to get their energy out. Oh well. It will just be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; marathon with me snoring on the couch. That works, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-1659081968110907501?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/1659081968110907501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=1659081968110907501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/1659081968110907501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/1659081968110907501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-more-days.html' title='3 more days'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-8163429400355196992</id><published>2009-06-11T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:56:23.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Was told today I dont blog enough. But then i figured I have so much drama in my life right now that I am not willing to share that I am left with nothing to blog about. So what does one blog about when real life is too personal to blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-8163429400355196992?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/8163429400355196992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=8163429400355196992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/8163429400355196992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/8163429400355196992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-6976694582130804653</id><published>2009-05-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:18:05.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>I was in the kitchen yesterday when I hear a slapping sound from the playroom followed by A. crying. Both boys come running toward me very, very fast. A. is holding his cheek and T. has this look f panic. T. wants to get him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;booboo&lt;/span&gt; ice but when I ask what happened I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; back a laugh. T. looked me straight in the eye and uttered " I did NOT hit him in the face" Have to love it. He is trying not to get in trouble but ended up telling me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what happened. And it isn't the first time he has done it. "I did NOT hit him with my cup" "I did NOT pee on the floor". Love that little boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-6976694582130804653?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/6976694582130804653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=6976694582130804653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/6976694582130804653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/6976694582130804653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-4883959453812649266</id><published>2009-05-14T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:21:36.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play date</title><content type='html'>I describe my oldest as in need of an audience. Everyday he asks who is coming over to play. And not that he is completely interactive yet but he is getting there. But he plays better if another child (besides brother) is nearby. But take away the audience and he is a fly stuck on me. So I prefer play date after play date. I admit I am a lazy play date host. I prefer it mostly at my house- my comfort zone and i park my prego belly in a chair an rarely get up. I pointed out to a friend my observation of T and his need of an audience. She looked at me and said "Don't you think it's also you that needs an audience". I had to think about it for awhile and realized how right she was. Think about it. How often does the day go by faster when we have friends over. Or do we call a friend just to chat while we do laundry. My days go by faster when shared. In knowing this i should try to slow down and enjoy my days with just my boys...but instead I'm opening up my house....WHO WANTS A PLAY DATE =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-4883959453812649266?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/4883959453812649266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=4883959453812649266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/4883959453812649266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/4883959453812649266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/05/play-date.html' title='Play date'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-2445620640971170827</id><published>2009-05-09T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:45:16.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having blind faith is one of the hardest thinks one could ever do. Jumping off the cliff hoping the bungee cord pulls you back up. Right now I am putting everything in Gods hands and knowing he has a bigger and better plan. Even bigger and better than I can ever imagine. The hard part is releasing my hold on things and giving it up to God. Why do us Christians have such a hard time giving up control even when we know he can control it better? Here is to faith...and jumping off the cliff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-2445620640971170827?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/2445620640971170827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=2445620640971170827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/2445620640971170827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/2445620640971170827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/05/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-4345607962556574245</id><published>2009-02-19T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:02:17.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tents and Tunnels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just spent all morning under my kitchen table, surrounded by blankets. First we used the tent as a movie theater. We watched all those slides on the view finders. Remember them. The little circle disks that you put it some contraption and you clicked a handle to see the next picture. We have about 100 of those slides so this morning I enjoyed a little Dora and picture of the White House. great mix of slides. Then came the hot wheels. Nothing beats cars going through the giant tent tunnel. This is when I jumped ship. The boys can have their own fun now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-4345607962556574245?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/4345607962556574245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=4345607962556574245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/4345607962556574245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/4345607962556574245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/02/tents-and-tunnels.html' title='Tents and Tunnels'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-7473848214008980817</id><published>2009-02-05T09:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:39:47.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute and messy</title><content type='html'>A. is wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and eating a bagel= more cream cheese on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; than in his mouth. But he wont let me pull the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoddie&lt;/span&gt; down. The fight of a 1 1/2 yr old is hard to put up with. He wins. I should get the camera out to savor this glorious moment forever but i am too lazy to get up. And a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; of what else will be covered in cream cheese when I return. Now he is trying to eat the bagel with a spoon. Little things that make you smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-7473848214008980817?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/7473848214008980817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=7473848214008980817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/7473848214008980817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/7473848214008980817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/02/cute-and-messy.html' title='Cute and messy'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-3394230261279195495</id><published>2009-01-14T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:46:58.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>My friends keep joking I am going to be the princess of my castle with all my boys around. I have to laugh. For those that know me, although I admit to being spoiled, I am so not the girly girl type. But I do like the idea of having Mamma Boys. Yesterday the whole family, even bear, climbed in our guest bed and just rolled around laughing and tickling. Thats when it hit me that my two little boys will soon become three all i can see is 3 little pairs of feet. 3 little boy smiles, 3 little boys building guns out of legos, 3 little boys wanting mommy to wipe their tears. My heart stood still and I looked at Mike and told him I have never been so happy about the future! Bring on the sword fights and the skateboards- this mommy is ready to roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-3394230261279195495?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/3394230261279195495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=3394230261279195495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/3394230261279195495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/3394230261279195495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/01/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-6323425004393073580</id><published>2009-01-12T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:45:11.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded</title><content type='html'>So it looks like I am going to be surrounded by boys! Boy #3 is due in July and we couldnt be happier. I know how to handle boys. And just think- No weddings to pay for. But this is the first pregnancy where we dont have a name lined up. I know we have plenty of time but we dont even have contenders. Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-6323425004393073580?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/6323425004393073580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=6323425004393073580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/6323425004393073580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/6323425004393073580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2009/01/surrounded.html' title='Surrounded'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-4749317436957973478</id><published>2008-12-14T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:10:38.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>With Christmas fast approaching I am realizing I have wasted a year with the same to-do list. I have come to the realization that I am a terrible housewife. You would think one would be great with at least one area of life. I seem to rank poorly in all areas. I know I'm prego right now and totally emotional typing. But I cant keep the house clean. Wherever I go to clean a 3 &amp;amp; 1 yr old follow and destroy. I'm not the mom that comes up with daily crafts "lets pick leaves and turn them into a Christmas tree" So not me. I don't cook, bake and half the time I even forget to grocery shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am thinking my new year resolution is to throw away my to-do list, understand I am never going to be those things, have fun destroying the house with the boys and just save money for a good house cleaner. Now that sounds like a very merr Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-4749317436957973478?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/4749317436957973478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=4749317436957973478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/4749317436957973478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/4749317436957973478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2008/12/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707772745907404054.post-3213186282303730464</id><published>2008-08-20T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:48:54.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For those who need to be heard when a listener is few and far between- hence the blog begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7707772745907404054-3213186282303730464?l=justjenr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/feeds/3213186282303730464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7707772745907404054&amp;postID=3213186282303730464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/3213186282303730464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7707772745907404054/posts/default/3213186282303730464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjenr.blogspot.com/2008/08/beginning.html' title='Beginning'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16799119916917849622</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/_2ik4HdiOm3Q/SKzqUYztLII/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_ITuRM9ri94/S220/IMG_0830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
